Michael, a strapping 22-year-old with dark hair and eyes that mirrored the stormy sea, had always been curious about his stepmother, Twyla. She was a striking woman in her late 40s, with even darker hair, and curves that could make a saint sin. He'd caught her eyeing him a few times, and he wasn't blind to the way her gaze lingered on his crotch. One evening, after his father had passed out in front of the TV, Twyla cornered Michael, in the kitchen. "You're not a little boy anymore, Michael," she purred. "I've seen the way you look at me and you want me, don't you?" Michael's cock twitched at her boldness. "Yes," he admitted, his voice barely a whisper. Twyla smirked, her eyes gleaming, with lust. "Good. Because I've been thinking about that cock of yours all day. I want to taste it, Michael. I want to feel it in my mouth, my pussy, my ass." Michael groaned, his cock now rock hard. "Fuck, Twyla. You can't talk like that." "Oh, but I can," she replied, her hand stroking his bulge. "And I will. Now, let's go to my room. I want to suck your hard cock until you cum down my throat." In her room, Twyla wasted no time. She pushed Michael onto the bed and dropped to her knees, unbuckling his belt, with expert ease. "Look at that," she cooed, pulling it out. "It's even bigger than I imagined. It's looks like it is about 11" long!" She took him in her mouth, her head bobbing up and down as she deep throated him. Michael groaned, his hands fisting her hair. "Fuck, Twyla, that feels so fucking good." Twyla pulled back, her lips drenched, with pre-cum. "You like that, baby? You like how I suck your big cock?" "Yes," Michael hissed. "I fucking love it." Twyla smiled, then straddled him. She grinded against him, her panties rubbing against his big hard cock. "I want to feel you inside me, Michael. I want you to fuck me hard." Michael flipped her over, putting her in doggystyle position. He yanked her panties aside, revealing her wet pussy. "You want this, Twyla? You want my big cock in your pussy?" "Yes," she moaned. "Fuck me, Michael. Fuck me hard." Michael started slamming into her, with a force that made them both moan. He grabbed her hips, pulling her back as he fucked her, hard. "You're so fucking tight, Twyla. Your pussy feels amazing." "Harder, Michael," she panted. "Fuck me harder." Michael' cum filled balls were slapping against her ass as he pounded deep into her. "Fuck me, Michael. Cum in my pussy, baby. I want to feel your load of cum inside me." Michael could feel that he was on the verge of cumming. He leaned forward, his hands reaching around to pinch her swollen clit. "You want my cum, Twyla? 'Cause I am going to fill your pussy with it?" "Yes," she screamed. "Cum, Michael. Cum!" Michael's big hard cock was pulsating as he bust cum into her wet pussy. He then continued to fuck her, his fingers still pinching her clit, making her super wet. After they'd both caught their breath, Twyla turned to Michael, a devilish look on her face. "That was just the beginning, Michael. There's so much more that we will do." Michael smirked. "I can't wait, Twyla. I can't fucking wait."