Cory Chase, a voluptuous vixen with a pair of ample assets that would make any man's knees buckle, was feeling a bit peckish for some carnal delights. Her husband, a man of the world, was away on business, leaving her alone and yearning for a taste of the forbidden fruit. She had an inkling that her stepson was at home, and the thought of him sent a shiver down her spine. Not because he was a stranger, but because she knew exactly what kind of naughty fun they could get up to. Her mind started to wander, her fantasies taking her to places where her husband's rules didn't apply. She imagined herself, her body sprawled on the sofa, her hands exploring the contours of her luscious breasts. Her stepson, a silent spectator, couldn't resist the allure of her ample bosom. He joined in, his hands tracing the same path her hands had taken earlier. The room was filled with the soft rustle of their breaths, the only sound breaking the silence. Their eyes met, a silent agreement passing between them. He moved closer, his lips meeting hers in a heated kiss. The taste of her was intoxicating, making him crave more. He slid his hand down her body, his fingers tracing the outline of her panties. She gasped as he touched her there, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body. Her legs parted, inviting him in. He took the invitation, his fingers delving deeper into her. She moaned, her body arching towards him. He took it as a sign of approval, his hands and mouth exploring every inch of her. The room was filled with the sounds of their pleasure, their bodies moving in perfect rhythm. They were lost in their own world, their desires the only thing that mattered. But as soon as the front door creaked open, reality came crashing down. Her husband had returned, his face a picture of shock and disapproval. The scene came to a sudden halt, leaving them both in a state of awkwardness. But the damage had been done. The taste of forbidden fruit had left them both yearning for more. The question remained, would they dare to take another bite? Or would they succumb to the harsh reality of the outside world?
