My stepson had always been curious about me ever since he moved in with us a few months ago. I was his stepmom, and he was a young, handsome boy with big brown eyes that seemed to take in everything around him. He was smart too, and I often found myself helping him with his homework or giving him advice on various topics.
One day, while he was doing his homework at the kitchen table, I decided to tease him a little. I walked up behind him and wrapped my arms around his shoulders, kissing the back of his neck. He jumped a bit, but then smiled when he felt my breath on his skin. "Hey, Mom," he said, turning around and giving me a hug.
I laughed and pulled him closer to me, feeling his young body against mine. "Not mom, step-mom," I corrected him, nibbling on his earlobe. He giggled and pushed me away slightly, looking into my eyes with a mischievous grin. "Well, stepmom, what do you want to do?"
I leaned in closer and whispered in his ear, "How about we make a homemade porno together? I'll be the big-titted milf, and you can be the stud with the big cock. We can film it on my phone, and you can watch it later when you're feeling naughty."
He blushed slightly, but his eyes widened with excitement. "Really? You mean it?" he asked, looking at me with a mix of disbelief and lust. I nodded and pulled him back into my arms, kissing him passionately. He tasted like sweet candy, and I wanted to taste more of him.
We spent the next hour making out in the kitchen, touching each other all over and moaning loudly. We were so lost in our own little world that we didn't notice when my husband came home early from work. He walked in on us in the middle of a heated blowjob, both of us dripping with sweat and arousal.
He stared at us for a moment, his face twisted with anger and disgust. Then he slammed his fist into my son's mouth, sending him flying across the room. He grabbed me by the hair and dragged me to the living room, where he proceeded to beat me mercilessly.
The next day, I woke up in a hospital bed, with my face bruised and swollen. My son lay next to me, his head bandaged and his arm in a sling. He looked at me with tears in his eyes and whispered, "I'm sorry, stepmom. I didn't mean to get us into this mess."
But I knew he was lying. He had enjoyed every minute of it, even the part where my husband broke his arm. And I knew that one day, we would make that homemade porno together, no matter what anyone else thought. We were a perfect match, and nothing could ever come between us.