Her bedroom door creaked open like it was daring me to step inside.
I should’ve felt shame. Guilt. Anything. But all I felt was hard. My c**k pressed painfully against my boxers as I stared at her half-naked body curled under the sheets. One strap of her silk nightgown had slipped off her shoulder. The blanket barely covered the curve of her ass. She shifted slightly, murmuring something in her sleep, and I caught the shape of her t**s under the thin fabric no bra, n*****s poking through.
I bit down on my lower lip.
She had no idea I was here. No idea that her “stepson” was standing inches from her bed, fists clenched, trying not to stroke himself at the sight of her.
I stepped closer. The air was thick with her scent something sweet and sinful. My eyes scanned the soft rise and fall o
