Ethan stood nervously at the door, clutching a bouquet of roses and a card. It was Mother’s Day, and he wanted to make Reagan Foxx feel special. They had been living together for a year since his father remarried, and Ethan had grown to admire Reagan’s hot step moms warmth and beauty. He knocked softly, and the door swung open, revealing Reagan in a silky robe, her blond hair cascading down her shoulders.
“Ethan, you’re early,” she said, smiling. “Come in.”
He stepped inside, handing her the flowers. “Happy Mother’s Day, Reagan,” he said, his voice slightly unsteady.
She took the flowers, her eyes sparkling. “Thank you, Ethan. That’s very sweet of you.”
Over the weeks, Ethan had found himself drawn to Reagan’s pervy family charm and her infectious laugh. Today, he wanted to express his feelings in a different way. As they sat on the couch, Reagan asked, “So, what did you get up to this morning?”
Ethan smiled, his confidence growing. “Not much. Just thought about how much you mean to me, and how I want to make sure you feel a special hot step moms.”
Reagan’s eyes softened. “That’s really sweet, Ethan. You know, sometimes I feel like we’re not just stepmother and stepson. We’re friends too, right?”
Ethan nodded. “Absolutely. And I want us to be more than that.”
Reagan raised an eyebrow. “More than that? What do you mean?”
Ethan took a deep breath. “I mean, I think I’m falling for you, Reagan. I want to show you how much I care.”
Reagan’s smile faded, her eyes searching his. “Ethan, I’m not sure that’s a good idea. I’m your stepmom, and it’s important we keep things appropriate.”
Ethan leaned in, his voice low. “But what if it feels right? What if we both want it?”
Reagan hesitated, then said, “I need some time to think about this, Ethan. It’s a big step.”
Ethan nodded, understanding her reservations. “Take all the time you need. I just want you to know how I feel.”
A week later, Ethan found Reagan in the kitchen, preparing dinner. She looked up as he entered, her eyes lingering on him. “Ethan, I’ve been thinking about what you said,” she began, her voice soft.
He stepped closer, hope in his eyes. “And?”
“And I think maybe we should explore this,” she said, her voice barely a whisper. “But we have to be careful.”
Ethan smiled, his heart pounding. “I promise we will.”
That night, as stepmom and stepson sat on the couch watching a movie, Ethan turned to Reagan. “Can I kiss you, hot step moms?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
Reagan looked at him, her eyes filled with longing. “Yes,” she whispered back.
Their lips met, soft and tentative at first, then with increasing passion. Ethan’s hands found her waist, pulling her closer, while Reagan’s fingers tangled in his hair. Their kiss deepened, tongues exploring, breaths mingling.
“Ethan,” Reagan whispered, her voice filled with desire. “Let’s go upstairs.”
In her bedroom, they undressed each other slowly, their hands exploring each other’s bodies. Ethan traced the curve of Reagan’s waist, the swell of her hips, the softness of her breasts. Reagan ran her hands through his hair, her fingers lightly caressing his back.
They lowered themselves onto the bed, their bodies pressed together. Ethan’s lips found Reagan’s neck, kissing and nibbling gently. “You taste so good,” he murmured, his voice hoarse with desire.
Reagan moaned softly, her hands gripping his shoulders. “Ethan, I want you,” she whispered.
Ethan’s hand slid down to her pussy, his fingers finding her wetness. He stroked her gently, his fingers exploring her folds. “You’re so wet,” he murmured, his voice filled with awe.
Reagan was moaning again, her hips moving in time with his fingers. “Ethan, please,” she begged. “I need you inside me.”
Ethan positioned himself between her legs, his cock poised at her entrance. He looked into her eyes, seeking permission. Reagan nodded, her breath coming in short gasps. He pushed into her slowly, filling her inch by inch.
“Ouch, yes,” Reagan whispered, her hands gripping his arms. “You’re so big, Ethan.”
Ethan began to move, his hips thrusting gently at first, then with increasing speed. “You feel so good,” he groaned, his voice filled with pleasure. “Your pussy is so tight.”
Reagan moaned, her hips meeting his thrusts. “Harder, Ethan. Fuck me harder,” she begged.
Ethan complied, his thrusts becoming more forceful. The bed creaked in time with their movements, their bodies slick with sweat. “Yes, Ethan,” Reagan cried out. “Deeper, ooh, deeper.”
Ethan reached between them, his fingers finding her clit. He rubbed it gently, feeling her muscles tense around him. “Come for me, Reagan,” he whispered. “Let me feel you come.”
Reagan’s body convulsed, her orgasm ripping through her. “Ethan, yes,” she screamed, her nails digging into his back.
Ethan continued to thrust, his own orgasm building. “Reagan, I’m going to come,” he warned.
“Yes, Ethan,” she panted. “Cum inside me. Fill me up.”
Ethan groaned, his body tensing as his orgasm hit. He thrust into her one last time, his cock pulsing as he filled her with his cum.
They lay there for a moment, their bodies entwined, their breaths slowly returning to normal. Ethan rolled off Reagan, pulling her into his arms. “That was incredible,” he murmured, his voice filled with wonder.
Reagan smiled, her eyes closed. “Yes, it was,” she agreed. “Happy Mother’s Day, Ethan.”
Ethan chuckled, his fingers tracing patterns on her back. “I have a feeling this is going to be the best Mother’s Day ever.”
