In a moment of carelessness, I thought I had locked the door. Little did I know, my stepson had the key. He caught me red-handed, masturbating to thoughts of him. Initially, he threatened to expose me, but something changed in his eyes. They softened as he undid his pants.
"I could make things really difficult for you, but I think I deserve a reward for catching you like this," he said, his voice low and husky.
I felt the heat of embarrassment and desire mix together in a potent cocktail. With nowhere to hide, I held my breath as he approached. My body trembled with anticipation as he ran his fingers through my wet folds.
"You're so wet for me," he whispered, his words sending shivers down my spine.
I bit my lip, eager to taste him as my hands slid beneath his clothes, exploring the hard planes of his stomach and chest before reaching their ultimate destination.
