StepSon Take Father’s Viagra! – Big Tit Step Mom helps Step Son to Cum

**Scene 1**

Her hands were rough and eager, gripping the smooth curves of her stepmother’s back, fingers digging into the soft flesh. The room was thick with the scent of lust and the sound of heavy breaths. He could feel the heat radiating off her body, her massive tits pressed against his chest, the nipples hard and rubbing against his skin. She grunted, her voice low and guttural, as she ground her hips into his, the warmth of her pussy enveloping his cock. Her body was a landscape of curves and valleys, each one begging to be explored. He could see the sweat glistening on her skin, the way her belly jiggled with each movement, the way her thighs quivered as she rode him. The Viagra was doing its job, his cock throbbing and hard, stretching her wide. He could feel every inch of her, the wetness, the tightness, the sheer overwhelming presence of her. Her mouth was on his, tongue probing, teeth nipping. She pulled back, her eyes wild, and screamed, “Fuck me harder, you little shit. Show me what that pill did to you.”

She flipped him over, her body pinning him down. He could feel the weight of her, the pressure of her thighs on his sides, the softness of her belly against his chest. She reached down, grabbed his cock, and guided it back into her pussy. She started to move, her body bouncing, her tits slapping against her chest. He could see the tattoo on her chest, the ink glowing with sweat. She leaned down, her breath hot on his ear. “You like this, don’t you?” she whispered. “You like your stepmom riding your cock.” He could only moan in response, his body overwhelmed by the sensation of her, the sheer physicality of her presence. She laughed, a low, dirty sound, and increased her pace, her body slamming down on his, her tits bouncing wildly. He could feel the pressure building, his cock throbbing, his body tensing. She reached down, her fingers finding his balls, squeezing tightly. “Cum for me,” she commanded. “Cum in your stepmom’s pussy.” And he did, his body convulsing, his cock pulsing, his seed spilling into her. She collapsed on top of him, her body slick with sweat, her breath ragged. He could feel her heart pounding, could feel the rise and fall of her chest. He wrapped his arms around her, holding her close, their bodies entwined, their breaths syncing. The room was silent except for the sound of their heartbeat, the air thick with the scent of sex and satisfaction. He kissed her shoulder, her neck, her cheek. She turned to him, her eyes soft, her lips curved in a smile. “Good boy,” she whispered, before rolling off him, her body leaving a void of heat and pressure. He lay there, his cock still hard, his body still throbbing, already wanting more.