Shows Olivia what to do

The older woman stepped aside, dragging John by the belt loop toward the door.

Olivia stumbled after them, her pulse hammering in her throat as her stepmother’s grip on John’s belt loop dragged him through the foyer. The older woman’s heels clicked against the hardwood, sharp and deliberate, while John’s staggered steps left scuff marks on the polished floor. Olivia’s breath hitched as she watched her stepmother’s free hand slide up the back of John’s neck, nails scraping possessively through his hair.

The bedroom door swung open with a creak, and the scent of jasmine and spilled wine curled in the air. Olivia’s stepmother shoved John backward onto the silk-covered bed, his belt buckle clinking as he caught himself on his elbows.

Olivia’s stepmother smirked, her fingers tightening in John’s hair as she leaned down, her lips brushing his ear. "Sit there and watch," she commanded Olivia without turning, her voice a velvet purr, "while I show you how to take care of a man."

Olivia’s breath caught as she obeyed, sinking into the plush armchair by the bed, her thighs pressing together at the rough authority in her stepmother’s tone. John’s chest rose and fell rapidly, his gaze darting between them, his jeans still hanging open.

The older woman didn’t waste time.

Olivia’s stepmother sank to her knees between John’s spread thighs, her painted lips parting with a sinful hunger as she took him into her mouth in one slick, practiced motion. John groaned, his hips jerking off the bed as she swallowed him to the hilt, her throat fluttering around his cock like a velvet vise.

Olivia bit her lip, her own fingers digging into the armrests as she watched her stepmother’s head bob, those full lips stretched obscenely around John’s shaft.

Olivia’s stepmother pulled back with a wet gasp, her lips glistening as she rose from her knees. With deliberate slowness, she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her lace panties, peeling them down her thighs before stepping out of them with a sinful sway of her hips.

John’s breath hitched as she climbed onto the bed, straddling him with one knee on either side of his hips. Her fingers curled around his cock, guiding him to her entrance as she lowered herself with a slow, shuddering sigh.

Olivia’s stepmother arched her back with a moan, her nails raking down John’s chest as she took him deeper, her hips rolling in slow, deliberate circles. Without breaking rhythm, she turned her head toward Olivia, her pupils blown wide with lust.

"Come here, Olivia," she commanded, her voice husky and raw. "Don’t just sit there—watch."