Ever since I confessed to my stepmom about my fantasy of being jerked off while I pretended to be asleep, she’s been sneaking into my room at night, her touch gentle yet firm as she strokes my cock. I’ve heard the rumors about her past, that she was a whore, but I didn’t expect her to be so eager to please me. There’s something taboo and exciting about knowing it’s wrong, but not giving a fuck. I can only imagine what goes through her mind as she does it—maybe she feels a sense of power, or perhaps she just enjoys seeing me so vulnerable and at her mercy. Now that she knows I’m awake every time, she’s taken to milking my cock with a wicked smile, enjoying the control she has over me. And I love every fucking second of it. She lets me fuck her tight little hole whenever I want, and the knowledge that we’re crossing a line we can’t uncross only makes it hotter. Life is fucking good, and I wouldn’t trade this twisted dynamic for anything.
