Still hard

John was still rock-hard. His cock stood thick and flushed against his stomach, the head shiny and swollen, a slow bead of leftover cum already gathering at the slit. He looked almost dazed, chest rising and falling deeply.

The older woman turned to him with a small, curious smile. “Still hard. Good. What’s your favorite position, birthday boy?”

John blinked, a little embarrassed. “This is… the first time I’ve ever had sex. I don’t really know the names. But there’s one I always watched where the girl’s legs are folded back behind her head. Like… really deep.”

Her stepmother’s eyes lit with recognition. “Ah. The mating press. Sometimes people call it the hook. Legs up and back, almost folded in half. It forces everything open so you can bury yourself as deep as the body will allow.”

She looked at Olivia. “Lie back.”

Olivia hesitated only a second before obeying, lying on the silk sheets. Her stepmother moved with practiced ease, taking Olivia’s ankles and pushing them up and back until her knees were nearly beside her ears and her feet rested somewhere past her head. The position folded Olivia almost in half, tilting her hips high and spreading her completely. Her cunt was left fully exposed, pink and glistening, the entrance soft and open from earlier arousal.

“This will go very deep,” the older woman said quietly, one hand stroking the back of Olivia’s thigh to keep her folded. “He’s thick and long. In this position there’s nowhere for you to go. It will press against places that can feel intense… sometimes uncomfortable. But he wants it.” Her eyes met Olivia’s. “So you put out. You take it.”

She guided John’s cock to Olivia’s entrance with her free hand, rubbing the swollen head through the wet folds once, twice, coating him. Then she looked at him.

“Whenever you’re ready. Push all the way in. Don’t stop until you’re pressed against her cervix.”