The laundry basket dug into my hip as I nudged his bedroom door open. Scanning the floor for discarded clothes, I reach for something I thought was a shirt. I pulled my panties from under his bed. "Are these... my panties?" Stunned, holding up the evidence. My thumb rubbed the soaked crotch fabric. A sharp gasp escaped me. "Are you jerking off into StepMommy’s panties?!" His confession comes out... dirty thoughts of me. A good StepMommy listens. So I did. He poured out filthy daydreams about my tits, my mouth... my body. Fantasies of me, his StepMommy."If I know how you feel... maybe the thoughts stop?" His desperate logic tumbling out. “If I just… experience it." She looks at him, hearing the sureness in his voice. “If it clears your head… makes the thoughts go away, then I must". "Unbutton your shirt." He pleads. Buttons popped free, plump breasts spilling out. His cock strained against sweatpants instantly. "Please... let me touch them?" Reluctantly, I lean forward. His palms swallowed my tits, squeezing hard enough to make me whimper. "I need you to suck me." I froze. This was too far. But that confident look in his eyes... for him. Always for him. Dropping to my knees, his cock bobbed inches from my lips. Veins pulsing, pre-cum glistening. Shy, hesitant sucks grew bolder as heat flooded my mouth. His moans... A dark thrill ignited inside me. "Put them together, StepMommy," he begged. Pressing my slick breasts tight around his shaft, he thrust wildly. Three pumps. Four. Ropes of hot cum erupted across my nipples, dripping off my chin. Panting, StepMommy assumes things can go back to the way they were. Over and done with. Then she notices his grin "One last fantasy, StepMommy... I need to be inside you."