My Horny Stepmom Slay Kay

School is straight-up garbage. I hate schlepping my ass there every damn day while my stepmom and the old man lounge around with zero homework or stress. Today, class got canceled, so I'm home early, backpack still slung over my shoulder like it's no big deal. Gotta keep it on the DL from the old man though—don't need him busting me. I hear stepmom on the phone with him, her voice all breathy and desperate, whining how much she misses his cock but he's too buried in work to give a fuck. She slams the phone down, spins around, and catches me lurking. "Does Dad know you're back already?" she asks, eyes narrowing. "Nah, please don't snitch," I mutter. That hungry gleam flashes in her eyes. "Well, since the old man's not here... maybe you can make Mommy feel better," she purrs, her hand already trailing down her tits. Fuck, she struts straight into my room like she owns it. I trail after, playing dumb, acting like I don't catch the vibe. But damn, she doesn't waste time—starts peeling off her skimpy lingerie right there, lace whispering down her curves, fat tits spilling free, her shaved pussy glistening as she grabs my shirt and yanks me onto the bed, grinding her wet heat against my throbbing bulge...