KINKS: step family, masturbation
I couldn't believe my eyes when I pushed open the door to the laundry room. There he was, my stepson, Jake, sitting on the edge of the washing machine with his pants around his ankles. His hand was wrapped tight around his thick c**k, stroking it up and down in quick, desperate pulls. His eyes were glued to the pile of my lace lingerie I'd just tossed in the basket—my black thong, the sheer bra with the push-up cups, all tangled together. The air smelled like his sweat and the faint floral of my perfume clinging to the fabric. My heart raced, a forbidden heat pooling between my legs. I'd always noticed how he looked at me, those stolen glances when I walked around in my tight yoga pants or low-cut tops. But this? This was raw, real. And it made my p***y th
