My stepmom catches me squirting on the floor and look how she reacts

The sun was setting, its golden rays peeking through the curtains and casting a warm glow across the room. 18-year-old Lolita was sprawled out on her bed, her curvy teenage body glistening with sweat as she pleasured herself. Her slender fingers danced across her engorged clit, making her writhe with pleasure. She let out soft moans, unaware that someone was about to catch her in the act.

Martina, Lolita’s stepmother, had returned home early from her business trip. As she made her way up the stairs, she heard muffled sounds coming from Lolita’s room. Curious, she pressed her ear to the door and gasped at what she heard. Lolita was moaning and panting, clearly lost in the throes of masturbation.

Martina’s mind raced with conflicting thoughts. Part of her wanted to turn around and give Lolita her privacy. But another part of her, a naughty part, wanted to catch a glimpse of the young beauty in the act. She took a deep breath and slowly turned the doorknob, cracking the door open just a bit.

As the door creaked open, Lolita’s moans reached a fever pitch. Martina’s eyes widened as she took in the scene before her. Lolita was sprawled naked on the bed, her petite body glistening with sweat. One hand was buried between her legs, furiously rubbing her clit while the other hand played with her perky B-cup breasts.

Martina couldn’t look away. She watched, transfixed, as Lolita’s body tensed and then shook with the force of her orgasm. A gush of fluid flew from between Lolita’s legs, splattering the carpet below. Lolita cried out in ecstasy, her eyes squeezed shut as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her.

As Lolita’s orgasm subsided, she finally opened her eyes. They widened in shock as she saw Martina standing in the doorway, a look of pure lust on her face. Martina’s gaze was locked on the puddle of liquid between Lolita’s legs.

“Step-mom?” Lolita gasped, her face flushing red. “What… what are you doing here?”

Martina stepped into the room, closing the door behind her. “I came home early,” she said, her voice low and husky. “And I found quite the naughty sight, didn’t I?”

Lolita’s mouth went dry as Martina approached the bed. She was acutely aware of her own nakedness and the wet patch on the carpet. “I… I’m sorry,” she stammered. “I didn’t know you’d be home.”

Martina smiled, a wicked gleam in her eye. “Oh, I’m not upset, baby girl. In fact, I’m quite impressed with your… talents.” Her gaze drifted down Lolita’s body, taking in every inch of her smooth, youthful skin.

Lolita shivered under her stepmother’s intense stare. “What… what are you saying?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Martina licked her lips, slowly making her way towards the bed. “I’m saying that I’d like to join in on the fun,” she purred. “If you’d like, of course.”

Lolita’s heart raced in her chest. She’d always found Martina attractive, but had never dared to act on her feelings. Now, with her stepmother standing before her, offering to pleasure her, she felt a rush of excitement and nervousness.

“Y-you want to… with me?” Lolita breathed.

Martina nodded, climbing onto the bed beside her stepdaughter. “Oh yes, baby girl. I want to feel every inch of your delicious body.” She leaned in close, her breasts brushing against Lolita’s as she whispered in her ear. “I want to make you cum over and over again until you can’t take anymore.”

Lolita whimpered, her body already responding to Martina’s touch. She felt Martina’s hand slide down her stomach, fingertips brushing against her sensitive clit. “Oh god,” she moaned, her hips bucking up to meet Martina’s touch.

Martina chuckled, a deep, sensual sound. “That’s it, baby. Let me take care of you.” Her fingers slipped lower, teasing Lolita’s entrance. Lolita gasped, her walls clenching around nothing.

Martina continued her ministrations, her fingers expertly stroking Lolita’s most sensitive spots. Lolita writhed beneath her touch, her moans growing louder and more desperate with each passing second. She felt the familiar tension building in her core, her body tensing as she neared the edge of ecstasy.

With a final, hard press against her clit, Lolita came undone. Her body shook with the force of her orgasm, a fresh wave of liquid gushing from between her legs. Martina moaned in delight, her fingers continuing to stroke Lolita through her climax.

As Lolita’s body finally went limp, Martina crawled up her body, capturing her lips in a searing kiss. Lolita moaned into Martina’s mouth, tasting herself on her stepmother’s lips. The kiss was raw, passionate, and full of pent-up desire.

When they finally broke apart, both women were panting with desire. Martina smiled down at Lolita, her fingers tracing patterns on her stomach. “That was incredible, baby girl,” she murmured. “But we’re far from done.”

Lolita shivered with anticipation, her body already yearning for more of her stepmother’s touch. She knew this was just the beginning of a forbidden, yet exhilarating relationship. And she couldn’t wait to see where it would lead them.