Not with that Ass taunting him

Watching his former fathers’ hips sway, the charcoal-gray pencil skirt accentuating every curve with a teasing, deliberate wiggle, John’s mind buzzed on the edge of overload. Her stilettos clicked softly, each step a calculated pull on his attention, her transformed figure radiating a magnetic allure that left his pulse racing. His cock strained against his jeans, a visceral response to the vision of his former father, now a captivating businesswoman exuding feminine power.

Yet, his thoughts snapped into focus, sharp and cunning. He’d bent his mother’s mind with the app before, twisting Estefania’s desires to align with his own. Why not refine Jasmine’s impulses now, nudging her closer to the fire igniting within him?

Jasmine paused mid-stride, her sleek updo catching the light as a flicker of impulse crossed her mind. Why wait until the workday’s end to indulge in the potent allure of her son’s impressive erection?

The thought sent a warm thrill through her, her lips curving into a sly, decisive smile. His erection was already straining, a clear signal of his readiness—why delay the inevitable?

With a fluid motion, she slipped her phone from her blazer pocket, the navy fabric shifting subtly over her tailored silhouette. Her fingers danced across the screen, pulling up her calendar.

A quick glance confirmed her morning was clear—perfect. Her sharp eyes gleamed with intent as she opened her messaging app, firing off a crisp text to her personal assistant, Emily: Push my morning schedule back by an hour. Urgent personal matter. She hit send, her rose-hued lips twitching with anticipation.

Turning back to John, Jasmine’s gaze locked onto his, her almond-shaped eyes on fire with playful mischief. “Well, sport,” she purred, her voice smooth as silk, carrying a teasing edge that made the air crackle.

“Looks like we’ve got some time to… explore.” She stepped closer, her stilettos tapping a slow, deliberate rhythm, the pencil skirt hugging her flared hips with every movement. The cream silk blouse shimmered, framing her curves, the tailored fit emphasizing her commanding yet feminine presence.

Estefania, lounging nearby, caught the exchange, her own lips curling into a knowing smirk. She shared a glance with Jasmine, their unspoken connection electric, a silent agreement that John’s desires—his striking features and undeniable massive erection, a product of their shared genes—were a playground they could both navigate. Jasmine’s posture shifted, her shoulders rolling back, accentuating her hourglass figure as she closed the distance to John.

Jasmine leaned in, her voice a low, teasing murmur, the faint scent of her perfume—crisp and floral—swirling around him. Her fingers brushed lightly against his arm, a fleeting touch that sent a jolt through him.

“You’ve got that look, sport,” she purred, her tone laced with playful mischief.

“Like you’re planning something… bold.” Her words hung in the air, dripping with promise, as her hips tilted subtly, the charcoal-gray pencil skirt’s hemline rising just enough to draw his eyes to the sculpted lines of her legs.

John’s breath hitched, his fingers twitching toward his phone, the app’s interface glowing with possibility. The power to reshape desires, to amplify the charged tension in the room, pulsed at his fingertips. Jasmine’s transformed beauty—her athletic frame, narrowed waist, and bold curves—stood before him, a living canvas of his design, now daring him to push further. The morning stretched open, an hour carved out for indulgence, and the air thrummed with the promise of what was to come.

Jasmine’s perfectly manicured nail traced a slow, deliberate path across the bulge of John’s erect member, the light pressure sending a shiver through him. Her lips curled into a smirk, her sharp, almond-shaped eyes glinting with approval as she shot her son an impressed look. “Looks like my genes and your mother’s mixed perfectly to give you the perfect cock,” she murmured, her voice a sultry blend of pride and provocation.

She stepped back slightly, her movements fluid and commanding, the charcoal-gray pencil skirt accentuating the sway of her hips.

“Now, let’s see just how well that cock of yours measures up, sport,” she stated, her tone laced with a teasing challenge. Her fingers moved to the navy blazer, deftly unbuttoning it to reveal the cream silk blouse beneath, its luminous surface clinging to her curves.

With a slow, deliberate motion, she shrugged the blazer off, letting it slide down her sleek arms to pool on the floor. Her hands then found the zipper of her skirt, the soft rasp of it descending filling the charged silence. The fabric parted, revealing the smooth expanse of her hips and thighs, the skirt slipping down her sculpted legs to join the blazer.

John’s pulse thundered, his grip tightening on his phone, the app’s glowing interface a reminder of the power at his fingertips. Jasmine stood before him, her athletic frame now clad only in the silk blouse and lacy undergarments that hugged her narrowed waist and flared hips.

Her chestnut updo gleamed under the light, the silver pin catching his eye as she reached up, pulling it free. Her hair cascaded down in glossy waves, framing her high cheekbones and piercing eyes, amplifying her magnetic presence.

Estefania, watching from the sidelines, let out a soft chuckle, her gaze flicking between Jasmine and John with a knowing amusement. The air crackled with anticipation, Jasmine’s confident poise and provocative words stoking the tension. Her blouse shimmered as she moved closer again, her fingers grazing the hem, teasing the possibility of revealing more. “Well, sport?” she purred, her rose-hued lips curving into a daring smile. “Ready to show me what you’ve got?”

Slowly, Jasmine descended onto John's colossal shaft, her velvety walls stretching to accommodate his immense girth. A soft gasp escaped her lips as she felt every throbbing inch slide deep into her core. John's breath hitched, his eyes rolling back in ecstasy as her tight, wet heat engulfed his manhood. The sensation was overwhelming, a delicious blend of pleasure and pain that had them both trembling with anticipation.

"Fuck..." John groaned, gripping her hips tightly. "You're so goddamn tight,"

The smirk on Jasmine’s perfect lips turned wicked, her eyes gleaming with mischief as she teased, “Oh, so I'm tight, huh?" She sank down further, somehow taking John's monstrous cock to the hilt, her ass pressing against his thighs.

This caused John to let out a strangled moan, his fingers digging into her hips.

Without warning, Jasmine began to bounce, her movements swift and deliberate. Her breasts jiggled with each thrust, a tantalizing sight that had John's mouthwatering.

"Fuck," he panted, "you're trying to kill me, aren't you?" His hips snapped upward, meeting her downward motion, the sound of flesh slapping against flesh filling the room.

Jasmine threw her head back, a cry of pleasure escaping her lips as she rode him harder, faster, chasing her own release. “That’s it, baby," she encouraged. "Let it all out in me."

Her words combined with sensation of her velvety walls gripping his shaft, the sight of her perfect tits bouncing with each thrust, pushed John over the precipice. With a roar, he thrust upward, burying himself deep as his cock pulsed, spilling his load into her welcoming womb.

At this Jasmine cried out, her own climax crashing over her, her pussy clamping down on him, milking every last drop. They stayed like that, connected, panting, basking in the afterglow of their forbidden passion.