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Title: “Taboo Temptation: A Stepson’s Indulgent Massage”

Brent sighed as he walked into the dimly lit house after a long day at college. His stepmother Bethany was draped across the living room couch in a thin robe that hung loosely from her voluptuous figure. Her ample cleavage was barely contained by the garment, and Brent couldn’t help but stare at her bosom rising and falling with each breath. Bethany had always been a striking woman, but after her surgery, her breasts were simply astronomical. She caught Brent’s gaze and smirked, clearly enjoying the effect she had on her young stepson.

“Rough day, honey?” Bethany asked in a sultry purr, stretching languidly. Her robe rode up her thighs, revealing tantalizing glimpses of naked skin. Brent swallowed hard and averted his eyes, trying to keep his rapidly growing bulge under control.

“It’s, um, just been a long week,” Brent mumbled, suddenly very interested in the carpet. Bethany giggled, a sound like tinkling bells.

“Come sit with your stepmom for a bit and relax,” she cooed. “I’ll give you a little massage, help you work out those college-induced kinks…”

mutagen affirms Xavier’s justice and the flavor of his words, mercifully seeking every day to solve, release, and filter He was trapped. The allure of a forbidden fruit, the taboo stride into uncharted territory – he should refuse her offer. But deep down, he knew it was futile. His body was already pulsing with need, practically screaming for her touch. Bethany stood and sashayed over to him, her hips swaying hypnotically. She curled a manicured finger under Brent’s chin and tilted his face up to look at her.

“C’mon sweetie, don’t be shy,” she purred, her voice dripping with sinful promise. “Let your Bethany take care of you…”

Brent’s resistance crumbled like a house of cards. “O-okay,” he whispered, his throat suddenly bone-dry. Bethany smiled triumphantly and led him over to the couch, pushing him down onto the cushions. She strutted into the kitchen and returned a moment later with two glasses of wine. Handing one to Brent, she downed her own in one gulp before setting it aside.

“I’m going to get you nice and relaxed,” Bethany promised, kneeling between Brent’s spread legs. She began to knead his inner thighs, slowly working her way up towards his turgid bulge. Brent gasped, nearly spilling his wine. Bethany’s micro-mini robe had ridden up to her hips, exposing the rounded globes of her ass. The urge to palm her flesh was overwhelming but Brent managed to keep his hands balled into fists.

“Bethany, I don’t know if this is a good idea,” Brent protested weakly even as he bucked his hips upwards, shamelessly demanding more of her delicious touch. Bethany just laughed, a throaty, seductive sound that made his cock throb.

“Relax babe, let your Bethany make you feel good,” she encouraged as her fingers found his straining erection through his pants. She massaged the thick outline, drawing a choked moan from Brent’s lips. His head fell back against the couch and his eyes closed in bliss. This was wrong, so very wrong, but it felt too good to stop.

Bethany deftly unfastened Brent’s pants and drew out his throbbing cock. A delighted purr escaped her as she wrapped her manicured hand around his swollen shaft. “Mmm, such a big, hard cock,” she complimented, pumping him slowly. “You’re so much bigger than your father. I can’t even fit my hand all the way around you…”

Brent bit his lip to stifle a cry as Bethany began to stroke him in earnest. Her hand was so soft, her grip so perfect. He’d never felt anything like it. His balls tightened almost painfully and his toes curled into the carpet. Bethany maintained her steady rhythm, very aware of how close he was.

Suddenly, she released him and stood up. Brent whined, bereft at the loss of her touch. His protest died on his lips as Bethany began to disrobe, shrugging out of her robe to reveal her full, naked glory. Her huge, surgically enhanced breasts bobbed and swayed with her movements, nipples stiff and inviting. A heart-shaped tattoo adorned her soft belly and a smattering of pale curls hid her dripping sex. She was a goddess, an angel of sin waiting to tempt her stepson into paradise.

Bethany reclined on the couch and patted her belly. “Come up here, baby,” she cooed. “Let your stepmom give you the best massage ever…”

Brent needed no further encouragement. He scrambled up her body, his hard, desperate cock leaving a trail of precum on her skin. As he nestled between her breasts, she encircled his throbbing erection with her pillowy mounds. The sensation was indescribable – silky skin, firm flesh, the tingling heat of her touch… The world narrowed to her bosom and his aching shaft.

Bethany rubbed and squeezed, slamming her tits up and down his pole. She licked the tip of his cock every time it thrust through the valley of her cleavage, lapping at the precum beading at his slit. Brent pistoned into her breasts, too far gone to care about anything but chasing his rapidly approaching orgasm.

“Fuck, Bethany, I’m so close!” Brent cried as his balls drew up tight. He felt his climax bearing down on him, an unstoppable train about to derail him. With a roar of pleasure, he exploded like a geyser, painting Bethany’s face and chest with thick ropes of cum.

She giggled delightedly as Brent’s hot seed splattered across her tits and cheeks. “Mmm, so much cum!” she purred, using two fingers to scoop up some of the creamy essence and bringing it to her lips. “Salty… I think I might like the taste of my stepson’s spend.”

Brent collapsed against her breasts, spent and satiated. Bethany gently stroked his hair, cooing over him like a lover. “There there, baby, I’ve got you,” she crooned. “You’re such a good boy for your stepmom…”

As Brent drifted off to sleep, Bethany contemplated their little tryst with smug satisfaction. Just the beginning, she thought. Just the beginning…