As the lights went out, Kathryn Mae couldn't help but feel a pang of desire for her stepson, Michael. She was used to sharing a bed with him since his father's sudden death years ago, but tonight, there was an undeniable tension in the air.
Kathryn laid awake, her eyes adjusting to the darkness. She could see the outline of Michael's muscular body beneath his sheets, his breathing slow and steady. She couldn't help but fantasize about what it would be like to touch him, to feel his skin against hers.
Suddenly, Michael shifted positions, his hand brushing against her side as he searched for a comfortable spot. Kathryn's heart raced, her body heat increasing with every touch. She couldn't resist any longer and reached out to grab his thigh, squeezing it softly.
