Three-way Stepmom Fuck

She didn’t even pause before asking, like the word boundaries had never meant a thing between us. Damon? Yeah, she wanted him. I told him straight—“My stepmom wants to fuck you.” He blinked once, stunned, then grinned like his birthday showed up early. No protest. We both knew what we were doing. She walked in right on time, dropped to her knees with me, peeled his jeans down, and that thick cock sprang free, already flushed and twitching. We traded him mouth to mouth, wet lips sliding up the shaft, tongues dragging over his balls, spit gleaming on skin while his hips jerked under us. My hand stroked what her tongue left wet; hers squeezed what mine couldn’t take. Then the real heat hit—her legs spread, mine next, the same cock driving in deep while our hands and mouths stayed busy anywhere else. Breathing turned ragged fast. Moans bounced off the walls. Nothing about “family” stays polite after that.