Hotel Room Jerk Off: Stepmom’s Underwear Busted

The stale hotel air hung heavy as I clutched her silk panties, the scent of her intoxicating. I thought she was downstairs. Lost in the moment, I was stroking hard, imagining her curves. A shadow fell across the doorway. It was her. Her eyes widened, a mix of shock and something else flickering within them. “What do you think you’re doing?” she breathed, her voice husky. My heart hammered against my ribs. I stammered, trying to explain, but the words caught in my throat. She stepped closer, a sly smile playing on her lips. “Maybe,” she whispered, “you can show me exactly what you were imagining…”