Country Beauty, Live It Up

Reborn in the 1990s after too long without desire, finally alone in the wooden cabin. My stepmother presses her breast to my lips and lowers herself all the way down—wet and hot, squeezing until I'm gasping. The seed I just spilled is still trickling out, yet that thing is already hard and aching again—her waist gives out and she cries, asking why I still haven't come.