Stepson Gets a Kitchen Lesson From Mom

The kitchen was bathed in the afternoon sun as Mark walked in, catching his stepmom, Susan, humming by the counter. She turned, a mischievous glint in her eyes. “Need a snack, honey?” she purred, her voice lower than usual. Before he could answer, she pulled him close, her hand guiding him. “I have something better than a snack.” Her lips found his, a burning kiss that left him breathless. Soon, clothes were shed, and the countertop became their playground. Her experienced hands worked magic, and the kitchen filled with moans of pleasure. It was a lesson he wouldn’t forget.