Caught: Stepson’s POV As Step-Mom Spreads For Him On The Bed

She knew. The way her eyes flicked up from between her thighs—like she’d been waiting for this. That smirk playing at her lips while his fingers traced circles around her swollen slit. ‘You shouldn’t be looking,’ she whispered, but didn’t close them. First it was just teasing—her hand sliding down over that round belly, hips rocking slow against nothing. Then the bed creaked as she pulled him down by his shirt, not even bothering with words before guiding him inside. No foreplay needed when the air smells like sin and sweat already. Her nails dug into his back as he buried himself deep—moans turning desperate when he hit that spot where every thrust made her toes curl.