I stood in the kitchen, my heart pounding as Mom—my stepmom—leaned against the counter in nothing but a silk robe that barely clung to her curves. At 36, she was stunning: full breasts with dark nipples already pebbled from the cool air, a toned waist flaring into wide hips, and long legs that led to a neatly trimmed patch above her pussy. "Are you sure about this, Jake?" she asked, her voice strong but edged with reluctance. "Having you there while they take everything... it's weird. Taboo as hell."
I swallowed hard, my cock already hardening at the sight of her. "You said you wanted support. Doctor's orders for someone to be in the room." She scoffed, crossing her arms under her breasts, pushing them up. "Support doesn't mean staring at my naked ass while they cut." The tension crackled as I stepped closer. "You're the hottest woman I know. Can't help being horny thinking about it."
She rolled her eyes but didn't pull away when I reached out, my hand brushing her hip. "Hands off without asking, kid. I'm not some free-use toy." Yet her breathing quickened, and I could see her pussy lips glistening slightly. We argued back and forth—witty jabs about the surgery, the doctor, my 18-year-old curiosity—until the air grew thick. She finally sighed, strong and defiant. "Fine. One last fuck before they remove it all. But I'm in charge."
Clothes hit the floor. Her body pressed against mine, sweat already forming on her skin as she stroked my hard cock. "Look at you, dripping already," she teased, dropping to her knees for a quick blowjob, her tongue swirling while I panted. I came fast, filling her mouth, but she swallowed and stood, pushing me onto the couch. Straddling me, she guided my still-hard cock into her wet pussy, riding with fierce control, her ass bouncing as she moaned about how taboo it all was.
"Deeper," she demanded, sweating and panting, her strong thighs gripping me. I thrust up, hands on her ass, feeling her drip around my shaft. She came hard, clenching, then made me pull out and finish across her belly, cum mixing with our shared heat. We lay there catching our breath, the reality of the clinic looming.
"Time to go," she said, standing tall and unashamed. "Doctor's waiting. And remember—no touching without consent once we're there." But as we dressed for the drive, her eyes held a spark that promised more.
The car ride was quiet, but the air between us hummed with what the operating room might bring.
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