I never meant for it to happen. As Liam’s new stepmom, I was just checking on him when I caught him stroking his thick cock, and instead of leaving, I froze — wet, aching, unable to look away as he pressed it against me. I whispered, “This is wrong, you’re my son,” tried to resist while he stripped and tasted me, but the moment his tongue hit my clit, I came undone. After that, I begged for it — spread my legs, rode him hard, let him choke and slap me while I screamed for more, coming again and again until he filled me with his cum. We couldn’t stop: quickie in the kitchen, jealous sex the night his future bride visited, and one final desperate ride on his wedding night while she showered. He promised I’d always have part of him, even after he belongs to someone else. I went from a horrified stepmom to a woman utterly hooked on my stepson’s cock. Will we really be able to stop when he’s finally married? Or will I keep risking everything for one more taste of him?