My Stepmom Discovers Anal

Sarah had dreamed about this for years. She slicked the cucumber with lube until it glistened, bent over the dining room table, and pushed. The first inch slid in easy. So did the second. Then the damned thing caught inside her, stuck fast, her body clenching around the smooth green shaft until nothing budged. Panic hit her chest like a fist. She tried tugging, twisting, everything short of screaming. Nothing. Footsteps in the hall stopped her cold. Alex walked in, grocery bag in one hand, car keys still dangling from the other. "Jesus Christ, what the fuck are you doing?" His voice cracked. He dropped the keys. The cucumber mocked him from between her cheeks, a green flag of shame waving in the afternoon light. "Don't just stand there, help me, please." He hated every second. His father's girlfriend. Naked. Exposed. His fingers hovered, then moved anyway. Slick palms gripped the end. He pulled once, twice. No give. Her muscle locked tight. Heat rolled off her skin. Sweat. Her breathing came short, quick. He felt the beat of her pulse where his hand brushed the inside of her thigh. "We have to loosen it," he muttered. "Like this." Two fingers worked beside the vegetable, circling, pressing. She moaned, low and broken. He pushed deeper, slid the vegetable out by degrees until the kitchen was quiet again except for their ragged breaths. The cucumber hit the floor with a wet slap. Sarah stayed bent over, trembling. Alex's belt hit tile, zipper teeth loud in the still room. His cock pressed hot and heavy where the cucumber had been. "You wanted this," he said. No question. He drove forward, every thrust aimed to prove a point his father never could. Sarah gasped, pushed back, took every inch. No cucumber, no hesitation. Real. Raw. His hips slammed skin against skin until the table shook and she came hard, gripping him like she'd never let go again.