A surge of pleasure shot through me, so intense it nearly stole my breath.
'Oh my god, is this what it feels like?'
I'd bet even drugs couldn't compare to this. No wonder it was so addictive. At this point, there was no turning back. Besides, my stepfather was too drunk to see my face clearly anyway.
I decided to stop being shy and just let myself enjoy it. But just then, I heard the front door open.
"Honey, I'm home."
'Oh no! It's Mom!'
My face went pale with panic. I pushed him away, grabbed my clothes, and dove into the wardrobe. Less than 10 seconds later, Mom walked in.
My stepfather was still dazed and drunk. When she saw his disheveled state, she teased him with a laugh. "Look who's the slut now! I've only been away a few days, and you couldn't help touching yourself?"
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