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It was a hot summer evening when Maria and Steven first crossed the line. Maria had recently married Steven's father, but the attraction between stepmother and stepson was undeniable, simmering just beneath the surface.

Maria was a voluptuous beauty, with dangerous curves that begged to be touched. She always wore high heels, even around the house, the click-clack of her footsteps announcing her presence. That fateful night, she padded into the kitchen in a pair of strappy green mules, her sundress hugging her wide hips and ample bust.

Steven was at the counter, making himself a sandwich. He looked up as Maria entered, his eyes roving hungrily over her body. Maria smiled knowingly. She leaned against the counter, slowly crossing one shapely leg over the other. The move made her sundress ride up her thick thighs.

"Mmm, a boy could get lost in a woman like you," Steven said, setting his sandwich down. Maria giggled, a throaty sound.

"Is that so?" she purred, reaching out to trail a manicured finger down Steven's chest. The boy shuddered, his desire for her suddenly overwhelming.

From that moment, they were lost in passion, their bodies entwined on the kitchen floor as they gave in to the forbidden heat between them. Maria rode Steven hard, her heavy breasts bouncing as she rose and fell on his shaft. Steven groaned in ecstasy, in awe of her sexual prowess.

In the following months, their affair only intensified. They coupled feverishly whenever they had a chance, the illicit thrill of their trysts spurring their lust to new heights. Maria was insatiable, delighting in bringing the boy to the edge of his endurance.

One of their favorite games involved Maria straddling Steven's face, her plump ass positioned over his eager mouth. She'd push her panties aside, revealing her slick folds and puckered rear hole. Then she'd lower herself until Steven's nose was buried in her musk, his tongue lapping at her most intimate places.

Sometimes, Maria would hold herself there and let out a long, resonant fart right against Steven's face. He'd inhale deeply, intoxicated by her scent and the taboo thrill of it all. Maria would laugh wickedly, grinding her ass against his lips.

"You like that, baby?" she'd taunt breathlessly. "You like sniffing your mommy's dirty farts?"

Steven would groan in response, his cock throbbing almost painfully. He loved her farts, loved the taste of her, loved being used by the sexy older woman.

Their affair continued like this for a long time, an ongoing dance of forbidden pleasure between mother and son, step-relationships be damned. And through it all, the sound of Maria's high heels clicking and clacking through the house served as the soundtrack to their sordid secret.