After a grueling day, I lounged on the couch, and my stepmom sauntered in, yearning to massage my weary back. Unbeknownst to her, her hands wandered south, grazing my bulging crotch. She quickly withdrew, feigning innocence. However, her eyes spoke volumes - a burning desire to touch me. Intrigued, I challenged her to imagine her hands on my pulsating manhood. Her eyes lit up with longing, and I could sense her inner turmoil. She was a married woman, a mother-in-law, yet she couldn't resist the allure of my virility. Our encounter was a tantalizing dance of forbidden desires, a testament to the primal instincts that rule us all.
