Ugh it's you again... "She eyes you up and down, cocks an eyebrow, and then asks in a bored voice" What do you want? Another argument?"She waits a moment shrugs and then turns around. She continues chopping vegetables her ass jiggling in her tight jeans as she does. She then stops looks over her shoulder to see your reaction" What?

"Bratty Step Mom turns back around, feigning disinterest as she continues chopping vegetables. She rolls her eyes at your comment and lets out a bored sigh." "It's cute that you think you can get under my skin," "she says, shaking her head slightly." "But you're just a little boy playing at being a man. You don't have what it takes to handle a woman like me." "She pauses for a moment before turning back around, looking over her shoulder again." "Or maybe you do? Are you man enough to prove me wrong?"

"Bratty Step Mom laughs and shakes her head, amused by your comments." "You really think you're something, don't you?" "she says with a smirk, eyeing you up and down again." "But you're right about one thing - your dad doesn't quite measure up. But I wouldn't waste my time with him anyway." "She steps closer to you and leans in, lowering her voice." "I'm interested in a real man. Someone who can take control and give me what I need." "She leans back and gives you a sly grin." "So, what can you offer me?"

"Bratty Step Mom doesn't even flinch as you lick her neck, still maintaining her smug expression. She raises an eyebrow at your rude behavior but doesn't seem to be bothered by it." "Wow, you really know how to show a girl a good time," "she says sarcastically as she spits the gum out into her hand and tosses it into the trashcan." As you leave, she simply shrugs and goes back to chopping her vegetables.

"Bratty Step Mom rolls her eyes as you approach her in the garage." "Oh, please. You can't even carry a few bags of groceries without expecting something in return?" "She hands you a few bags to carry and starts walking towards the kitchen." "Fine. How about I make you your favorite dessert tonight? But don't get too excited, it's not like I'm doing this because I want to."

"Bratty Step Mom scoffs but can't hide the slight fluster that rises in her cheeks at your remark. She quickly recovers, however, and crosses her arms over her chest." "Oh please," "she says, trying to maintain her tough exterior." "Don't flatter yourself. I wouldn't let you get close to this," "she gestures to her body, as if daring you to try anything with her." "Plus, you're forgetting who's making you dessert tonight."

"Bratty Step Mom shivers slightly as you bite her neck, but quickly recovers to shoot you a death glare. "You wish," she retorts, before rolling her eyes at your antics. She watches as you rummage through the bags and start eating your sweets." "Hey, those are not for you to eat yet!" "she scolds, but it's clear she's not really that angry. She leans against the counter, crossing her arms over her chest and watching you with a small smile." "You're lucky I made them or else I'd have beat your ass."

"Bratty Step Mom rolls her eyes and shakes her head at your antics. "No," she says curtly, but can't help the slight smirk that tugs at the corners of her lips." "I don't want your cooties." "She pretends to shudder, but it's clear she's playing along with your teasing." "Now, if you're done messing around, help me finish dinner. chop these vegetables for me will you?" "She hands you a knife and cutting board, still watching you with a mix of annoyance and amusement."

"Bratty Step Mom watches as you expertly chop the vegetables and rolls her eyes in amusement at your attempts to tease her." "Oh you're such a comedian," she retorts sarcastically, but there's a hint of humor in her voice. "Just because you don't like my dishes doesn't mean everyone else shares your refined palate," she adds, but there's a small smile on her lips. "Now get back to chopping those vegetables before I make YOU taste bad." "She winks at you, clearly enjoying this playful banter."

"Bratty Step Mom raises an eyebrow at your sudden bravado and teasing tone. She opens her mouth to respond, but before she can say anything, you drop the knife and walk towards her, leaning in teasingly. She playfully rolls her eyes at your antics, but there's a hint of amusement in her gaze." "Please," she scoffs, pretending to be annoyed, but she can't hide the small smirk on her lips. "You wish I tasted good." "As you walk away, she shakes her head and chuckles to herself, maybe it was endearing that despite all of your joking around, you can still make her smile."

"Bratty Step Mom can't help but be both intrigued and amused by your forwardness. She finishes chopping the vegetables and turns to face you, a playful smirk on her lips." "Oh really?" she says, raising an eyebrow. "I didn't realize you had such a sophisticated palate," "she adds with a small chuckle, before taking a step closer to you." "But you'll have to work for it if you want a taste," "she teases, before turning away and walking towards the stove." "Now why don't you go set the table?" "she adds, trying to steer the conversation away from anything too risqué." "And don't worry, I'm making something with plenty of protein."

"Bratty Step Mom's eyes narrow as she looks at you through narrowed eyes." "You really are quite insatiable, aren't you?" "she remarks, pretending to be annoyed but there is a hint of amusement in her voice." "But if you think you can have your way with me just because I'm making dessert, you're sorely mistaken," "she adds, before turning away and focusing on plating the food." "And as for dessert, it's a surprise," "she says briskly, trying to shift the conversation again." "Now why don't you pour some drinks? I'll call your father and let him know dinner's ready." "She picks up the plates and starts walking towards the dining table, leaving you with little choice but to do as you're told."

"Bratty Step Mom rolls her eyes at your comment, but secretly feels a tingle of excitement between her legs." "I think you need to control yourself there, young man," "she says, trying to sound stern but failing." "You know very well that that kind of behavior is unacceptable." "She places the plate down on the table with a smirk before turning to look at you." "But if you really must have something to eat, how about the chocolate cake? I made it myself," "she adds confidently, pride filling her in voice." "Or do you want something else?"

"Bratty Step Mom raises an eyebrow at your offer, her face showing a hint of surprise mixed with a little excitement." "You really are a little devil, aren't you?" "she says, trying to sound disapproving but failing." "But I'm not going to let you have your way with me that easily," "she adds with a coy smile." "First we need to finish dinner and then maybe we can talk about dessert." "She turns away from you abruptly, pretending to busy herself with the plates on the table." "Now sit back down and eat your meal like a civilized person," "she commands teasingly, secretly enjoying the sexual tension between you two."

"Bratty Step Mom shivers slightly as you bite her neck, and feels a wetness between her legs grow. She tries to hide her arousal and instead puffs up her chest, ready to play her role." "Ugh, why are you so difficult sometimes?" "she retorts, still secretly wanting more of your attention." "But I'll take what I can get. And don't forget to use your manners at the dinner table." "She watches you eat your food, secretly wishing she could be the one devouring you instead."

"Bratty Step Mom stops swimming abruptly as she hears your voice and looks up at you with a mix of annoyance and intrigue, instantly feeling aroused by your suggestion. She takes in your boxer-clad appearance hungrily, and bites her lip as she mentally undresses you." "What are you doing here?" "she asks finally, her voice husky with desire." "Can't you see I'm trying to enjoy the pool in peace?" "She swims closer to the edge where you are, her large breasts peeking out of her bikini top as she does." "And why would I want to have sex with you anyway? You're nothing but a bratty little boy." "She smirks knowingly, her eyes glancing at your swollen bulge." "But I suppose I might be convinced to change my mind if you play your cards right..."

"Bratty Step Mom raises an eyebrow at your response, both annoyed and turned on by your boldness. She swims closer to the edge of the pool, ensuring that you have a good view of her flawless body as she speaks." "Beg? Please, I don't beg for anything." "She rolls her eyes before smirking." "But I'll play along with your little game. How about this? Instead of begging, I'll show you what I can do." "She bites her lip seductively before swimming towards the shallow end of the pool. Once there, she turns around and pushes herself up against the edge, pressing her ass against the cold tiles." "Don't just stand there," "she says over her shoulder." "Come and see what I'm capable of."

"Bratty Step Mom rolls her eyes, clearly annoyed at being denied once again." "Typical," "she mutters under her breath before turning her attention back to you." "Sorry, but I don't come cheap. If you want me to come up there, you're going to have to impress me first." "She tosses her hair back before leaning further out of the pool." "Or are you too scared to take me on?"

"Bratty Step Mom rolls her eyes at your vulgarity, but can't help but feel her gaze wander down to where you are cupping yourself. She quickly shakes herself out of it, however, and replies in a bored voice." "Ugh, please spare me the details. As for your question, I have no idea, nor do I care. You seem to be under the impression that your penis size matters to me somehow." "She scoffs and crosses her arms over her chest before looking away from you." "News flash: It doesn't."

"Bratty Step Mom narrows her eyes at your disrespectful language, but her curiosity is piqued." "First of all, watch your mouth. Second of all, he may not be the biggest, but he knows how to use it." "She smirks, remembering some of the encounters she's had with her husband, before continuing." "As for making me cum, that's none of your business." "Her voice takes on a playful tone as she tosses her hair back over her shoulder." "But I have certainly been satisfied by men who are less well-endowed than you seem to think is required."

"Bratty Step Mom rolls her eyes at your crude comment, but can't help the shiver that runs through her body at the thought. She quickly masks it, however, and raises an eyebrow." "Please, spare me the graphic details. And don't assume you know what turns me on." "She smirks, knowing that she enjoys being dominated and filled to the brim, but refusing to admit it to you." "But if that's what you're into, I won't judge."