Your Mom Doesn't Touch Me Like That Anymore

Peter stumbles through the door, back screaming like it's auditioning for a torture flick. His stepdaughter Nikki, all sweet concern, jumps up. 'Hey, let me massage that for you.' But nah, Peter's got this—hot shower incoming. Under the spray, he groans like a wounded bear. Nikki hears and pokes her head in. 'You okay, stepdad?' She grabs the soap. 'I got you.' Peter's beet red, waving her off, but she insists with that puppy-dog persistence. Fine, he thinks, but towel stays on to guard the family jewels. Nikki tugs it away—bam! Her eyes go wide as saucers. Stepdad's packing serious heat. As she scrubs his chest, back, those sudsy hands everywhere, his cock swells up like it's got a mind of its own, thick and insistent. Peter's mortified. 'Your mom's been ignoring the goods for ages—sorry about the, uh, situation.' Nikki grins, wicked spark in her eye. 'No sorries needed. I can fix that.' She drops to her knees, wraps her lips around his fat shaft, sucking slow and deep, tongue swirling like she's savoring a forbidden treat. They bail to mom's bed—why not crank up the taboo? Peter dives in, lapping at her pink, shaved pussy, all smooth and eager under his mouth. She moans, arching. Then he lines up his thick cock, eases it into her tight little hole—inch by inch, stretching her just right. Nikki's in heaven, loving every bit of that daddy fill. She climbs on, rides him hard, bouncing like a pro, until she shatters, cumming with a gasp. Her pussy clamps down fierce as he flips her, slams from behind—doggy style sending her over the edge again and again, waves crashing. Finally, Peter pulls out, unleashes ropes of cum all over her pretty face, painting her with a sticky grin. Wink wink—what happens in the shower stays in the shower... mostly.