I stumbled into the dim hallway, the click of my heels echoing in the sudden quiet. "You're home early," StepSon's voice startling me. "Your StepFather left with some bimbo," I say with a smile and a glass in my hand. With liquid courage, I decide it's time to confront him. "I see you watching me, every day." Your throat tightened. I leaned in, my voice a whisper. "Like last Tuesday... the 'accidental' shower walk-in?" A knowing smirk curled my lips. "You wanted this." Before you could protest, my trembling fingers gripped the collar of my blouse and pulled it down. My heavy tits spilled free, nipples puckered hard in the cool air. "This is what you dream about, isn't it?" I grabbed the back of your head, pulling your face into my pillowy breasts. Hungry hands slid down my stomach, under my skirt, finding the damp silk of my panties. You didn't hesitate this time. You buried your face between my thighs right there in the hallway, tongue pressing insistently through the thin fabric. A desperate gasp tore from me. "Oh yes! Just like that," I hooked my thumbs into the waistband, yanking the panties down just enough. Your cool lips met my feverish flesh. Your tongue speared into my wet cunt, deep, greedy strokes that made my hips buck. I gripped your hair, grinding onto your mouth. Years of emptiness flooded out in one shuddering cry. "FUCK! CUMMING!" My thighs clamped around your ears as pleasure detonated, gushing onto your chin. Before the tremors faded, you were on me. Your fingers tore aside my soaked panties. One slick, hard thrust and you were inside me. Balls deep in my tight, grasping pussy. "Christ, it's... wet... so warm!" you panted, pumping wildly. Each stroke hammered against that spot inside me, reigniting the fire. "Harder!" I wailed, pushing back against you. "Don't stop! Make me cum again! I need to feel you... fill me... come with me!" Your grunts turned guttural. With a roar, you slammed hilt deep, your cock pulsing jet after jet of hot cum deep inide me. I screamed as another orgasm ripped through me, milking you, my cunt fluttering greedily around your shaft. We collapsed, sticky and gasping, your cock still twitching inside me. The next day I'm hit with horrifying clarity. "What have I done?" My apology ending in my throat. Your arm snaked around my waist like an iron band, yanking me flush against your chest. Before I could even gasp, your mouth was on mine, not questioning. A deep, claiming kiss that tasted like last night's sin. Kissing you back, desperate and hungry. Pulling away, my confession tumbles out. "I didn't say anything sooner," I gasped “Because... I liked it. All of it... Your eyes on me in the kitchen, the way you’d 'accidentally' brush my ass... I knew you watched me shower that day. I let you see." My voice dropped to a shameful, trembling whisper. "I’d lie awake, soaked through my panties... imagining it was your hands on my tits... your cock I was grinding against. Every time I caught you staring, it made my pussy throb. I craved that look. I wanted... you. Needed it. Needed to feel you take me. I just never thought I'd have the courage to tear my blouse open and shove your face where I dreamed you'd be. But I wanted to. God, I wanted it." I clutch you tighter, pressing your palm hard against my still tingling breast. "And last night? Feeling you deep inside me, filling your StepMommy's cunt? That wasn’t the liquid. That was every filthy, hidden fantasy I ever had about you coming true."