I saw my stepmom masturbating

It was a sultry summer evening, the kind that makes your clothes stick to your skin and your imagination run wild. I was lounging on the couch, flipping through the channels aimlessly, when I heard the shower running upstairs. My stepmom, Jenna, had just moved in a few weeks ago, and we were still getting used to each other’s habits and schedules. I knew she liked to take long, hot showers in the evenings, but I had no idea what she did in there.

Curiosity got the better of me, and I found myself tiptoeing up the stairs, my heart pounding in my chest. I approached the master bedroom, where the sound of the shower was even louder. Before I could stop myself, I cracked open the door just a little, peeking inside.

What I saw nearly made me fall over. There was Jenna, completely naked, standing in front of the full-length mirror attached to the closet door. Her body was exactly as I had imagined it – full, soft curves in all the right places, and a pair of the most perfect breasts I had ever seen. They were large and round, with pink nipples that were clearly hard with arousal.

Jenna had her hands on her breasts, squeezing and kneading them as she looked at herself in the mirror. She was biting her lower lip, her eyes half-lidded with pleasure. My mouth went completely dry as I watched her pinch and tug on her nipples, gasping softly.

But that wasn’t all. One of Jenna’s hands had snaked down between her legs, and I could see her fingers moving quickly against her pussy. Her hips were rocking forward, and she was clearly getting lost in her own pleasure. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing – my own stepmom, masturbating right in front of me.

I should have closed the door and walked away right then. I knew it was wrong to spy on her like this, but I couldn’t bring myself to look away. I watched, transfixed, as Jenna’s fingers moved faster and faster, her juices coating her hand as she pleasured herself.

Suddenly, she cried out, her head thrown back in ecstasy. Her whole body shook as she came, hard, her pussy clenching around her fingers. I watched, my own cock painfully hard in my pants, as she rode out her orgasm.

When it was over, Jenna collapsed onto the bed, spending a few moments catching her breath. She looked so beautiful, so satisfied, that I knew I had to have her. I couldn’t wait another second.

Without thinking, I burst into the room, my pants already undone and my cock out. Jenna screamed in shock, jumping up and trying to cover herself with her hands.

“Get out!” she screeched, her face flushed with embarrassment and anger. “What the hell are you doing?”

But I couldn’t listen to her. I was too far gone, too consumed by my desire for her. I lunged forward, grabbing her waist and pulling her close. She struggled for a moment, but I could feel her resistance weakening as I kissed her, hard and deep.

Jenna melted against me, her hands moving to tangle in my hair as she kissed me back with just as much hunger. I pushed her back onto the bed, climbing on top of her and settling between her legs.

“Please,” she whispered, her voice trembling with need. “I want you so badly.”

I didn’t need any more encouragement. I entered her in one hard thrust, groaning at the feeling of her tight, wet heat surrounding my cock. Jenna’s head fell back against the pillow, her eyes rolling up in her head as I began to move.

We came together again and again, our bodies slamming together in a frenzy of lust and desire. I drove into her hard and fast, the sound of our skin slapping together mixed with our moans and cries of pleasure.

When we finally came, it was together, our bodies shuddering and shaking as the intense orgasms washed over us. I collapsed on top of her, both of us spent and breathless.

After a moment, I rolled off of her, pulling her close against my chest. Jenna snuggled into me, one of her hands tracing patterns on my skin.

“I can’t believe we just did that,” she whispered. “It was so wrong.”

I knew she was right, but in that moment, I didn’t care. All I knew was that I wanted her again, wanted to feel her naked body pressed against mine. I rolled her over onto her back, my eyes dark with desire.

“One more time,” I said, my voice low and husky. “Let me show you just how good it can feel.”

And so we did, over and over again, lost in our own world of pleasure and lust. It was the start of a forbidden affair, one that would last for years and change both of our lives forever.