Down the hallway, in his bedroom, Alex lay on his bed with his shorts pushed down to his ankles. His thick, hard c**k stood straight up, throbbing in his fist as he stroked it slowly. The room was dark except for the glow of his phone screen, but he wasn’t looking at it anymore. His eyes were closed, lost in the same f*******n fantasy that had been tormenting him for months.
“f**k… Lena…” he groaned quietly, his hand moving faster along his shaft.
In his mind, it was his voluptuous stepmom on her knees in front of him, those full, soft lips wrapped around his c**k, looking up at him with guilty but hungry eyes. He imagined her silk robe falling open, revealing her heavy, full breasts with hard pink n*****s and the smooth, shaved p***y he had accidentally glimpsed once when she bent over
