Every Time Her Stepson Goes Into The Shower His Stepmom Jennifer Mendez Mind Goes Wild With Lust

I’ve always had a soft spot for my stepdaughter’s boyfriend, Jack. From the moment he first came over to pick her up for a date, I could sense an unspoken tension between us. His tight muscles, toned in all the right places, flexed under his fitted t-shirts. His chiseled jawline and piercing blue eyes made my heart skip a beat.

One day, Jack arrived early before my stepdaughter was ready. “Can I use the bathroom real quick?” he asked, voice deep and raspy.

“Of course,” I replied, casual but hiding my growing desire. “It’s just down the hall, third door on the left.”

As the bathroom door clicked shut, I found myself unable to focus on my chores. Minxish thoughts raced through my mind. If only I could catch a peek, see what he was packing in those low hanging jeans…

Before I could stop myself, I crept closer to the bathroom. The water turned on and I heard the shower curtain rustle. My pulse quickened, skin prickling with naughty anticipation. I pressed my ear to the door and heard Jack groan, low and lustful.

Unable to resist, I quietly cracked the door open. Steam billowed out as my eyes fell upon his divine body. Jack stood under the fully stream, soapy hands gliding over his strong chest and abs. I drank in the sight of his taut muscles rippling with each movement.

My breath caught as his hand slid lower, large palm cupping the heavy weight of his manhood. It bobbed lightly under the soapy caress and I nearly swooned at the impressive girth. He was long and thick, more than enough to satisfy a woman’s deepest cravings.

Jack’s head tilted back as he groaned again, pleasure washing over his handsome face. His intimately exposed body was too arousing to bear, an enticing vision I knew would haunt my fantasies. I should leave, get a grip on my desire, but I was frozen, a captive audience to his private play.

My hand slid over my dress, cupping my aching breast. I pinched my hard nipple through the fabric, stifling a moan. Being this turned on, acting so naughty after the manwearing clothes was exhilarating.

Jack stroked himself faster, breath quickening. His eyes were shut in concentration but I felt undeniably seen, as if he somehow knew I was opposite, entranced by his every move. I bit my lip to keep quiet, my daring lack of shame driving me wild.

Then with a deep rumble, Jack came. “Ah fuck!” He grunted loudly, impressive release streaming down the drain as his body shuddered.

The erotic display had me throbbing between my legs. I felt like such a filthy girl, spying so lasciviously. But knowing I’d been the secret cause of his pleasure was even hotter.

I rushed from the bathroom on shaky legs, pulse racing. My need was unbearable. I had to take care of myself or I might combust. Crossing my bedroom, I propped my full body length mirror open and started stripping.

Breathless with anticipation, I lay back on the bed and spread my legs wide. My pussy was already drenched, folds puffy and pink with arousal. Fingers dug into my breast as I teased my tender nipple. The mental image of Jack’s cock, hard and heavy, was seared into my mind and I rubbed my clit slow and deliberate to bring myself to the same exquisite peak.

I writhed on the bed, voice rising with each pass of my fingers through my slick channel. The vision of Jack pleasure palming himself so boldly was burned into my brain, taunting me with the thought of his cock.

“Ohh fuck yes!” I moaned shamelessly as I pinched my nipple harder. Primal need wound me tighter and tighter, orgasm just out of reach. My hips bucked, seeking more delicious friction against my rim and entrance.

Index finger partly inside, I rubbed in tight circles on my g-spot. Pressure built in my core, my free hand kneading and twisting my nipple. Uncaged pleasure bordered on pain as I gripped it tighter, electric heat shooting through my body. I was almost there, suspended on a knife’s edge of momentous release…

“Oh god, Jack!” I cried out as I exploded, trembling. Gush after gush of liquid heat gushed from me as my pussy spasmed rhythmically. I rubbed harder, drawing out every ounce of rapture until I collapsed breathlessly onto the bed.

Coming down from the intense high, I laid there, naked and exposed. I’d just finger fucked myself raw thinking about my stepdaughter’s boyfriend. The sheer wrongness of it made me shudder, but I couldn’t regret it. Jerking off another girl’s boyfriend was the ultimate naughty taboo, and incredibly erotic.

As I cleaned up and dressed, I realized with a thrill that this wouldn’t be the last time. Jack’s shower sessions had become my hottest secret, a lewd caretaking ritual I looked forward to reveled in repeatedly. Every time he went in the shower, my mind would go wild with lusty, unrepentant urges.

Our accidental intimate moments became a kinky secret connection between us, hidden from the world. Each time, I succumbed to the enticement to peek, undressing with my eyes. My pussy would ache afterward, my desire for Jack’s gorgeous young body overwhelming.

Fantasies of touching him for real, wrapping my lips around his potent manhood, dominated my thoughts. But we could never act on it, our relationship too entangled with family, secrets too dangerous to reveal. All we could do was steal illicit glances, then get ourselves off imagining what if…

Hot and bothered, I squeezed my thighs together, wishing they were Jack’s long, powerful legs. A shiver ran down my spine as I reminisced about his cock, so big and thick, perfect for stretching me to the limit. The idea of tasting him…

I shook my head sharply, ridding myself of those naughty thoughts. Jack was off limits, forbidden fruit I could only indulge in in the privacy of my bedroom. But oh, how I savored each shivery-worthy jerk session, his shower sessions becoming my very own guilty pleasure. Every. Single. Time.