StepMom Stuck her Hand in the Kitchen and make a Good Dell with Stepson

A busty latina mom was doing her thing in the kitchen, her round ass perched on the counter as she chopped vegetables with her sleek, high-heeled boots hooked behind her. Her son, a teen with a growing appetite, couldn't help but get a little excited. He snuck in, desperate to be a part of the action. She felt his presence and looked up with a playful smile, "What are you doing, sweetie?" she asked, her eyes sparkling with mischief. He grinned, "I just wanted to help, mommy," he said, his eyes on her fine ass. She laughed, "Well, why don't you grab those tomatoes over there and help me?" He did, his hands brushing against hers. She leaned in, whispering, "You know, you can help me in other ways too, if you want." He looked at her, his eyes wide with surprise and desire. She took his hand and guided it to her thigh, then higher, until it was under her short skirt. "Help me with this, sweetie," she whispered. He didn't need to be told twice. He slid his hand under her black stockings, feeling her soft skin, his fingers brushing against her wetness. She gasped, her eyes closing. He grinned, feeling empowered. She turned around, her back against the counter, her skirt riding up to reveal her round ass. "Now, help me with this," she said, her voice husky. He took her hand and put it on his cock, feeling it harden against her palm. She stroked him gently, her eyes on his. "I thought you wanted to help," he said, his voice ragged. She laughed, "I do, sweetie. I just thought you needed a little help too." She led him to the kitchen table, her hands on his chest, pushing him down onto it. She straddled him, her skirt riding up to reveal her black lace thong. She ground against him, her eyes on his. "Now, sweetie," she said, her voice husky, "it's time to help me with this." She leaned down, her lips on his ear, "I want you to fuck me, sweetie. I want you to fill me up." He groaned, his hands on her hips, pulling her down onto him. She gasped, her eyes closing. He thrust up, his cock filling her. She moved, her hips rolling, her breasts bouncing. He watched, his eyes on her, his hands on her hips. She leaned back, her hands on his thighs, her ass in the air. He reached up, his fingers on her clit, rubbing gently. She moaned, her body shaking. He thrust up, his cock filling her. She cried out, her body trembling. He came, his cock pulsing, his cum filling her. She collapsed on top of him, her body shaking. He held her, his arms around her, his cock still inside her. She looked up at him, her eyes soft, "Thank you, sweetie," she said, her voice soft. He smiled, "Thank you, mommy," he said, his voice soft. They lay there, their bodies entwined, their hearts beating together. It was a moment of pure pleasure, a moment of pure love. And they knew, they would do it again.