My Stepmom Has The Most Perfect Tits

I couldn't stop staring at my stepmom's tits. They were fucking perfect—massive, round DDs that strained against every top she wore, nipples always poking through like they were begging for attention. Dad married her a year ago, this curvy 38-year-old bombshell named Lisa with long blonde hair and an ass that jiggled just right. But those tits? They haunted my dreams. One afternoon, I got home early from college and heard the shower running. Peeking through the cracked bathroom door, there she was, soaping up those glorious globes, water cascading over them as she squeezed and lifted them, pinching her hard pink nipples with a soft moan. My cock throbbed instantly, rock-hard in my jeans. I should've left, but I froze, stroking myself through the fabric. She turned, spotting me, but instead of screaming, her eyes dropped to my bulge. "Like what you see, stepson?" she purred, stepping out dripping wet, not even grabbing a towel. Her tits bounced hypnotically as she sauntered over, grabbing my hand and pressing it to one heavy breast. "Feel how perfect they are. Go on, suck them." I didn't hesitate. Dropping to my knees, I buried my face in her cleavage, motorboating those soft, slick pillows before latching onto a nipple, sucking hard while she moaned and tangled her fingers in my hair. "Mmm, good boy. Your dad's too rough—show me how gentle you can be." She pushed me back onto the bathroom floor, straddling my face, those tits dangling like ripe fruit above me as she ground her shaved pussy against my mouth. I devoured her, tongue flicking her clit while she rode my face, her massive tits slapping together with every buck. "Fuck, you're making me so wet," she gasped, reaching back to unzip my pants and free my aching cock. She stroked it slow, then leaned down, her tits enveloping me in a tittyfuck for the ages—warm, soapy flesh sliding up and down my shaft, her tongue swirling the tip on every upstroke. I exploded first, ropes of cum painting her perfect tits white, but she wasn't done. Smearing it around like lotion, she mounted me reverse cowgirl, impaling her tight pussy on my dick. Those tits bounced wildly as she rode me hard, her ass cheeks clapping against my thighs. "Cum inside me again," she demanded, and I did, filling her up while groping those flawless jugs from behind. Now, every time Dad's away, she's in my room, tits out, ready for more. They're not just perfect—they're mine.