My Stepson's Into ANAL Porn?!

Cherry Kiss stood outside Jimmy’s room like a thief with her hand on the doorknob. She’d heard the whispers—her stepson spent too many nights alone, too many tabs open. Tonight she’d settle it. The screen lit up and there it was: Adult Time, his password saved, no lock, no shame. She clicked History and the first title punched her in the chest—Stepmom Likes It Up The Ass. The rest followed fast, every thumbnail another warning bell. She told herself she only wanted to understand. Five minutes later her own fingers were working past the lace of her panties, sliding slick and greedy between the cheeks she’d always kept prim. She circled, pressed, pushed until the first knuckle disappeared, breath catching, guilt burning hot behind her ears. She didn’t hear the door. Jimmy froze, eyes wide, backpack slipping off one shoulder. For a second neither moved. Then Cherry straightened just enough to look him dead in the eye. “Close the door,” she said, voice low and rough. He did. She dropped her clothes where she stood, climbed onto the bed, and spread herself. “If these pictures won’t leave you alone, we finish them here and now. Understand?” Jimmy’s belt hit the floor. He took her hips, lined up, pushed. Cherry’s fingers clenched the sheets as every thick inch disappeared where they’d never belonged. They didn’t speak after that. Only skin, sweat, and the heavy rhythm of both of them discovering how filthy relief could feel. When he emptied deep inside her ass she realized the truth they’d chased was already hers: she was the stepmom who liked it up the ass, and there was no walking back.