Stepmom Begs for Doggy Creampie in Kitchen Quickie

Michael stood at the kitchen counter scrolling through his phone while his stepmom Jennifer moved around him. She was still in her thin nightgown, the one that barely reached mid-thigh. Breakfast dishes were piled in the sink, and the coffee maker gurgled in the background. It was just another ordinary Saturday morning in their suburban house. His dad had left early for work, leaving the two of them alone like most weekends.
Jennifer reached up to grab a mug from the top shelf. The gown rode up, showing the bottom curve of her round ass. Michael tried not to stare, but she caught him in the reflection of the window.
“See something you like?” she asked with a little smirk, not pulling the fabric down.
“Come on, Jen. Don’t start,” Michael muttered, but his eyes stayed glued to her body. She had been teasing him more and more lately. Little touches, bending over in tight shorts, walking around half-dressed. It was driving him crazy.
Jennifer turned around and leaned back against the counter, crossing her arms under her heavy tits so they pushed together. “Why not? Your dad’s gone till tonight. Nobody’s coming over.” She stepped closer, her bare feet quiet on the tile floor. “You’ve been hard every time I walk past you this week. I can see it.”
Michael swallowed. His cock was already twitching in his sweatpants. “This is fucked up.”
“That’s what makes it hot,” she whispered. She reached down and rubbed her hand over the growing bulge. “I want you to fuck me. Right here. Bend me over and give it to me hard.”
He groaned as she squeezed him through the fabric. Jennifer didn’t wait for more arguing. She turned around, pulled her nightgown up over her hips, and pushed her ass back against him. No panties. Her pussy was already wet and shiny.
Michael’s hands moved on their own. He yanked his sweatpants down, letting his thick cock spring free. It slapped against her ass cheek. Jennifer moaned softly and reached back to spread herself open for him.
“Fuck me, Michael. Put it in.”
He rubbed the head of his cock up and down her slit, coating it in her juices, then pushed inside. She was tight and warm. Jennifer gasped and gripped the edge of the counter as he sank deeper.
“Oh shit… yes,” she breathed. “All the way in.”
Michael grabbed her hips and started thrusting. The sound of skin slapping echoed in the quiet kitchen. Her big ass jiggled every time he drove into her. He reached around and grabbed one of her tits, squeezing the soft flesh while he fucked her harder.
Jennifer pushed back to meet his thrusts. “Harder. Fuck your stepmom like you mean it.”
The risk made everything hotter. The window over the sink faced the neighbor’s yard. Anyone could walk by and see them. Michael didn’t care anymore. He pounded her pussy, the wet noises getting louder.
“Turn around,” he growled suddenly.
Jennifer spun and bent over the counter properly, ass up, back arched. Michael slammed back into her from behind in perfect doggy position. This was what she wanted. She loved getting fucked like this.
“Fuck yes! Right there,” she moaned. Her hair was messy, sticking to her neck with sweat. The nightgown bunched around her waist. Michael reached down and rubbed her clit while he thrust deep.
She started shaking. “I’m gonna cum… don’t stop!”
Her pussy clenched around his cock as she came hard. Michael kept fucking her through it, the slick sounds filling the kitchen. He could feel his own orgasm building fast.
“Where do you want it?” he panted.
“Inside me. Fill me up. Pump your stepmom full of cum.”
That pushed him over the edge. Michael gripped her hips tight and buried himself deep. His cock throbbed as he shot thick ropes of cum straight into her pussy. Jennifer moaned loud, pushing back to take every drop.
He stayed inside her for a moment, both of them breathing heavy. When he finally pulled out, a thick glob of cum dripped from her used hole and ran down her thigh.
Jennifer stood up slowly, nightgown still hiked up. She turned and gave him a satisfied smile. “Good boy.” She reached down, scooped some of the leaking cum with her fingers, and licked it off casually.
Michael pulled his pants back up. His legs felt weak. “We should clean up before Dad gets home.”
Jennifer laughed softly and grabbed a paper towel. “Yeah, but that was worth it.” She wiped between her legs quickly, then tossed the towel in the trash. The coffee maker beeped, signaling it was done.
She poured two cups like nothing had happened. “Want breakfast?”
Michael shook his head, still catching his breath. The smell of sex mixed with the coffee in the air. Her nightgown was wrinkled, hair messy, cheeks flushed. She looked freshly fucked and completely casual about it.
This wasn’t the first time, and he knew it wouldn’t be the last. Living with a stepmom like Jennifer meant mornings like this could happen anytime his dad left the house. And Michael was starting to look forward to every single one.