We were just studying at home, my girlfriend and I, trying to focus on math. Numbers, formulas, equations—it was all so boring. And then she walked in.
Your stepmom. Tight dress hugging her curves, those massive tits barely contained, a teasing smirk on her lips. She leaned over the table, pre+ending to be interested in what we were doing, but her intentions were obvious. Every time she bent down, her cleavage was right in front of my face, her voice dripping with something far from innocent.
I tried to stay focused, really, I did. But how can you concentrate when your stepmom is practically *offering herself* to you? My girlfriend noticed too—how my eyes wandered, how my brea+hing changed. And instead of getting mad… she got curious.
One moment, we were solving math problems. The next, we were tangled up in something much, much more exciting. Your stepmom took control, guiding us, teaching us—showing me exactly how it’s done. My girlfriend quickly followed her
