"There," Alex said, suddenly stepping back. " That is the right way. Rember that feeling, Violet."
He released her hips. Let go.
Violet instantly felt cold. The warmth of his hands and the hardness of his "morning alarm" disappeared. She felt empty.
Alex picked up his coffee cup again. He took a long, casual sip. Slurp.
"Well, thanks for the coffee. I need to get dressed now. You should go... practice your squats sowhere else."
He turned around. He started to close the bedroom door. Creak.
Violet stood there in the hallway. Her mind was racing a million miles per hour!
’He was hard,’ she thought frantically. ’He was definitely hard! That ans... even if he thinks I am old... his body wants ! He reacted to my curves! I have a chance! I still have a chance!’
But she knew she had to act fast. If that door closed, the mont would be gone. Marine would wake up soon. The opportunity would vanish!
’I have to seize it! Carpe Diem! Seize the Alex!’
Violet lunged forward!
Thud!
She slamd her hand against the wooden door, stopping it from closing. She used all her "boundless energy" to hold it open!
Alex stopped. He looked at her hand, then at her desperate face.
"Violet?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. "What is it now? Did you forget the sugar?"
Violet breathed heavily. She stepped into the room. She forced her way into his private space!
"No," Violet said, her voice husky and trembling. "I... I just realized sothing, Alex."
"And what is that?"
"Well," Violet stepped closer, her eyes locked on his chest. "You thanked for the coffee yesterday. And the day before. You are always so polite."
She took another step.
"And just now... you helped . You corrected my form. You saved my spine! You were so... helpful."
She licked her dry lips.
"So... I think it is only fair that I thank you back. It is my ti to thank you, Alex. Proper etiquette requires a reward for the teacher, right?"
Alex looked at her. He blinked innocently.
"Thank ?" Alex asked, looking confused. "How? You want to bake cookies?"
But internally? Inside his mind?
Alex was dancing!
’YES!’ Alex cheered internally. ’Hook, line, and sinker! She took the bait! I knew it! This MILF couldn’t resist the wood! I broke her confidence with the "old" comnts, then gave her a taste of the D, and now she is desperate to prove herself! This bitch is about to be mine!’
He was doing a victory dance in his soul. But on the outside, he remained the confused step-son.
"I... I don’t want to bake cookies right now," Violet whispered.
She was now standing right in front of him. She could sll his musk. She could see the outline of his "monster" in his boxers.
She made her move.
She didn’t face him. No, that was too confrontational. She used the tactic that worked earlier.
She quickly turned around! Swish.
She spun 180 degrees so her back was facing him.
And then... Back up.
She moved her hips back until—BAM.
She pressed her ass right back against his raging boner! She re-established the connection! She nestled her soft, silk-covered cheeks right against his hard, throbbing shaft!
"Oh!" Alex gasped (fake gasp).
"Is this... better form?" Violet murmured.
She didn’t stop there. She started to grind.
Rub. Rub. Grind.
She moved her hips in a slow, circular motion. She rubbed her crack against him, feeling the heat, feeling the hardness. She was trying to stimulate him through the fabric!
Then, she reached back. She grabbed his hands which were holding the coffee cup (he quickly put the cup on a shelf so he didn’t spill it).
She took his large, rough hands. She pulled them around her body.
Slap.
She placed his hands on her stomach. Then she slid them up. She slid them up to her breasts! She covered her own assets with his hands, forcing him to grope her!
"Thank you... for helping ..." Violet moaned.
Finally, she tilted her head back. She leaned her head against his shoulder, looking up at him with half-closed, lust-filled eyes. Her neck was exposed. Her lips were parted.
She was offering herself completely!
"Accept my... gratitude..." she whispered, lifting her chin, begging for a kiss while grinding her butt against his crotch like a teenager at a prom night!
...
Alex didn’t pull away. He didn’t push her away. He didn’t say, "Violet, stop, you are my step-mom!"
No. He accepted the gift.
He looked down at her face, which was upside down because she was leaning her head back against his shoulder. Her eyes were hazy. Her lips were parted. She looked like a desperate housewife from a late-night drama.
"Well," Alex whispered, his breath hot against her exposed neck. "If you insist on thanking ... who am I to refuse? I am a polite guy, after all."
He leaned down.
Smooch.
He captured her lips! He kissed her upside down!
It wasn’t a soft, family kiss. It was a hungry, demanding kiss! He bit her bottom lip. He pushed his tongue into her mouth.
"Mmph!"
Violet moaned into the kiss. She tasted like coffee and expensive lipstick. She tasted like victory!
’He is kissing !’ Violet thought, her mind lting. ’He wants ! He isn’t thinking about Marine! He is kissing !’
She grinded her butt harder against his crotch. Rub rub rub. She could feel his hardness throbbing against her crack through the thin silk of her nighty. It was like a steel rod!
While he kissed her, Alex’s hands went to work.
Violet had already placed his hands on her chest, so Alex took full advantage. He grabbed her heavy, mature breasts. Squeeze.
He kneaded them like dough! He squeezed the soft flesh. He pinched her nipples through the black silk!
"Ah... Alex..." Violet broke the kiss to gasp for air. "So... hard..."
"You have... great assets, Violet," Alex murmured into her ear. "Very soft. Much better than a flat teenager."
Violet bead! She felt so proud! "Yes... yes! Real won have curves!"
But Alex wasn’t done "thanking" her.
His right hand left her breast. It slid down. Slide.
It went over her flat stomach. It went over the lace trimming. And then... it went under the hem of her short nighty.
Violet stiffened. Her legs trembled.
"Alex...?"
"Shhh. Let check your... flexibility," Alex teased, licking across her nape...
His hand kept going down. It went between her thighs. And to his surprise (or maybe not, because he was a genius), she wasn’t wearing any panties!
She was free-balling!
And not only that... she was soaked!
Squelch.
Alex’s fingers touched her flower, and it was like touching a swamp! It was a flood! She was dripping wet!
"Wow," Alex laughed softly against her neck. "You are leaking, Violet. Is this coffee? Or are you just happy to see ?"
"I... I..." Violet couldn’t speak. She was too embarrassed but also too aroused!
Alex didn’t wait for an answer. He dove in.
Slip.
He pushed two fingers right inside her!
"HYAAAA!"
Violet scread (quietly). Her knees buckled! She almost fell to the floor, but Alex held her up with his other arm wrapped tight around her waist. She was completely supported by him. She was dangling on his fingers!
Schlop. Schlop.
He started to pump. He moved his fingers in and out. He curled them. He hit her sweet spot over and over again!
"Oh god! Alex! Yes! There! Right there!"
Violet threw her head back, her hair hitting his face. She bit her lip. She grabbed his arm with her nails.
She was losing her mind! The combination of the "age sha" earlier and the sudden pleasure now was too much for her brain to handle!
"See?" Alex whispered, speeding up his rhythm. "You are not brittle at all. You are very... elastic. Very wet. Very good."
"I am... I am young!" Violet sobbed/moaned. "My body works! Make ... make feel it!"
"I am making you feel it, Violet."
He pumped faster. Splosh splosh. The sound was obscene!
Violet was grinding back against him frantically. She was trying to get closer. She was trying to consu his hand!
"Alex... I’m close... please..."
"Go ahead," Alex commanded. "Thank properly."
And she did.
"AAAAHHH!"
Violet clamped down on his fingers. Her inner walls spasd. She shook violently in his arms, her toes curling on the carpet. She had a massive, earth-shattering orgasm right there in the hallway, with the coffee tray rattling on the table next to them!
Alex held her through the aftershocks. He kept his fingers inside her, feeling every twitch.
Finally, she went limp. She lted against him, panting heavily, sweat making her nighty stick to her skin.
Alex slowly pulled his hand out. Pop.
He wiped his wet fingers on the side of her silk nighty (disrespectful!).
"You are welco," Alex smirked.
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