Picking Up Something Special

Demi Nova stands in the kitchen asking her stepson Jon what he needs from the store. He doesn't even look up from his phone. "Just your mouth on my cock when you get back," he says, flat like he's asking for bread. She smirks, one hand on her hip, the other gripping the car keys tight. "That's it? No snickers? No red bull? Just head?" Jon finally glances at her. "Yeah. I've been thinking about your lips wrapped around me since yesterday. Figured you'd appreciate the honesty." Demi bites her lower lip, steps in closer until her tits nearly brush his chest. "You're lucky I'm in a giving mood today, young man. Keep talking like that and I might skip the store altogether." She leans down, whispers hot against his ear. "Bend me over the counter right now or wait three hours? Your choice, stud." Jon just grins and shrugs like he's holding all the cards, but the way his dick's already twitching against his jeans tells a different story. Demi lingers just long enough for him to catch her scent, then spins on her heel and heads for the door, ass swaying with every step.