I’ve always been a devout, conservative woman—strict in my faith, unwavering in my morals, and determined to set a righteous example for my stepson. So imagine my horror when I walked into his room and found him stroking his sinful flesh! A good Christian boy shouldn’t defile himself like that. I couldn’t let temptation corrupt him, so I took matters into my own hands—literally. I wrapped my fingers around his cock and worked him until he was trembling on the edge.
I thought the lesson had been learned… until I caught him again the very next day, this time in the bathroom. Clearly, he needed more guidance. So I dropped to my knees, took his hard length between my lips, and sucked him with holy determination. I deepthroated him, worshiped his shaft with my tongue, even pressed my tits around him—anything to purge his wicked urges.
But then… I became the sinner. He caught me dressing in a way no godly woman should, and suddenly, the student became the teacher. He demanded I bend over, show him my ass, and then he fucked me with the same fervor I’d shown him—driving out every last trace of shame between us.