How could I know it would happen like this. I didn't even know he wanted me... his own step-mother... not until I caught him spying on me. And not just once. I thought it was innocent at first, him hiding in the bathroom while I did my stretches. My step-son wouldn't look at me like THAT... would he? But then in the shower, I caught a glimpse of him behind the door. Watching me wet, slippery, and completely naked.
Was it wrong for me to like it? Was it wrong for me to secretly coax him along in this forbidden fantasy, gently running my fingers over my soapy breasts and ass. It felt good being watched. Being wanted. I went to his room with only a towel wrapped around my naked body. It was only a massage after all... it didn't have to go any further. But it did.
My step-son's hands pressed into my sore back and all I wanted was for him to touch me lower, deeper. And he would, if his step-mother asked it of him, touch my big breasts... squeeze them until my nipples got hard from excitement - until HE got hard... Oh, my boy was SO aroused, and it was up to Step-Mommy to show him what came next...
