Stepson’s Lust: Sharing a Bed Leads to Passion

I offered my stepson the guest bed while his room was being painted. That night, I felt him slip in beside me. “I’m so horny, Mom,” he whispered, his hands already exploring. I should have stopped him, but his touch ignited a fire I’d long suppressed. His lips found mine, hungry and demanding. He pushed my nightgown up, his fingers tracing my curves. The night dissolved into a haze of urgent kisses and feverish exploration. He was insatiable, driving into me with a primal need. I moaned, surrendering to the pleasure, until he finally shuddered, filling me completely. The next morning, shame warred with a lingering desire.