Mmm~ ohh~"
Soft moans slipped through the air as the young man stepped out of his room.
From the hallway, he glanced toward the kitchen. There she stood: a beautiful woman with smooth, pale skin slick with sweat. Droplets glistened under the dim light, tracing the curves of her collarbone before slipping down to her waist, catching the glow like molten silver sliding over porcelain. She looked as though she had just emerged from a fevered dream, fragile yet impossibly alluring.
She was cooking, her body trembling restlessly like a delicate creature caught in an invisible web.
As he looked closer, he saw she wore only a thin pink apron, the fabric clinging to her sweat-slicked skin.
Her long black hair flowed down her back, ending just above the gentle curve of her hips.
Below the dark cascade of her hair, a small, black hook-like shape peeked just between the curve of her buttocks.
Bzz~ bzz~ The sound hummed beneath her legs, a source of constant rhythm beneath her breathless gasps- "Hah~ hah~."
A transparent fluid slicked her trembling thighs, pooling on the floor and dripping with every helpless shiver.
He moved closer, drawn by the sweet sounds that filled the kitchen.
With each step he took, her trembling intensified. Her hands shook as she gripped the counter.
Sensing his presence right behind her, she fumbled to turn off the gas stove.
He stopped.
His hands found the gentle curves of her hips, gripping and squeezing tightly.
"Oh~ son…"
She turned her face toward him, her blue eyes wide and cloudy. A soft blush of pink and red flushed her cheeks.
"Mmm!" A tingling sensation ran through her as she moaned. "Stop… Mummy is… cooking… Mmmm!" she murmured.
He simply smiled and continued. His right hand moved slowly over the ample curves of her breasts, held tightly by her apron. He pressed gently, kneading them with a slow, deliberate rhythm.
"Hah~"
She gasped as she finally switched off the stove. She knew he wouldn't stop now. A fleeting thought crossed her mind- how had their relationship come to this?
As far as she could remember, it all began five years ago, when she first joined the Rius family.
"Clara, this is my son, Kael. Please take care of him." Kael's father had introduced them, his tone warm but distant.
She looked at the boy. He was adorable back then, barely reaching her chest. Rubbing his head gently, she smiled.
"Hello, Kael. My name is Clara."
She then nudged the girl clinging to her side, a child younger than him. "And this is my daughter, Liana."
Kael nodded shyly. He understood quickly: Clara was his new mother, and this was his new sister.
From that moment, Kael's father- her new husband, left the boy entirely in her care. He was always away, rarely returning home, leaving Clara consumed by a constant aching and yearning for touch.
The loneliness and desire built inside her like a slow, burning fever until, one evening, she could no longer resist.
Alone in her room, her fingers slipped beneath her underwear. She rubbed her aching pussy, seeking relief. "Mmm~ ahh~" Her breaths grew heavy, the soft moans slipping into the silent, empty room.
As she was rubbing herself, Clara caught a flicker of motion in the mirror, a single eye watching through the gap in the doorway.
It was Kael, secretly observing her.
His small hands were wrapped around himself, stroking his cock in a clumsy, frantic rhythm, his eyes locked intently on her.
Instead of shock, a slow, teasing smile spread across her lips.
She shifted her body to give him a better and more clear view, all while pretending not to notice. Her fingers moved with deliberate slowness, lifting her top just enough to reveal the soft curve of her breast.
Her fingers circled her nipple, pinching lightly a soft "Mmm~" escaping her lips as her other hand continued its rhythm below.
The sensation of being watched by such a young boy- her own stepson, coursed through her and her hips began to tremble against her own touch.
"Mmm~"
Her back arched sharply. A silent cry parted her lips as a wave of pleasure crashed over her.
"Ah!"
At that very moment, from the doorway, Kael's shaky breaths hitched.
A soft gasp escaped him as a small, warm spurt marked his own climax, a strange, burning sensation seizing him. His young body trembled violently, overwhelmed by the unfamiliar release.
"Hah~ ahh~"
Spent and bewildered, his legs gave way. He slid to the floor, flushed and dazed.
His eyes fell to his hands, now covered in a strange, white fluid.
What... is this? he wondered, his mind thick with fog. It smells so weird...
A wave of confusion and disgust washed over him. Is this... pee? Why is it so sticky?
He had only been passing by when he'd heard the sound. But then he saw her-his stepmother-touching herself. He tried to leave, but for a reason he didn't understand, he couldn't. He didn't understand why his own hand had slowly moved to his cock, stroking until this strange, sticky substance emerged.
Clara decided to tease the little boy further. She rose and opened the door, her naked body fully revealed to him.
"What are you doing, Kael?" she asked in a serious tone.
He stumbled back, still in shock. Tears welled in his eyes, terrified at the thought of her telling his father.
But then, Clara knelt before him.
Her expression softened into a playful, yet unusually kind smile.
She took his softened length into her mouth, feeling it stir and harden again under her touch.
She still remembered how his cute face had flushed that time, his voice trembling as he stammered, "Stepmom… wh-what are you doing? That's… ahh~"