Stepmother caught me when I jerked off.

I cautiously tiptoed down the hallway, clutching my towel tightly around my waist. The house was eerily quiet, save for the distant hum of the dishwasher in the kitchen. It had been a long, stressful day at school, and all I wanted was a hot shower to wash away the frustrations of the day. Little did I know, fate had other plans.

As I crept into the bathroom, the familiar scent of my stepmother’s perfume still lingered in the air. She had just finished her shower, her post-sex glow still evident from this morning’s “mistake.” I didn’t want to think about it, opting to push the incident to the back of my mind. But as I let the steamy water cascade down my body, I couldn’t help but feel a stirring in my groin.

My stepmother, Sandra, was a beautiful woman in her early 40s. With her long, platinum blonde hair, sparkling blue eyes, and ample curves that poured out of her tight dresses, she was the epitome of an MILF. Ever since my father married her three years ago, I’d had an insatiable crush on her. But I knew I could never act on it. She was my stepmother, after all, and I was just an 18-year-old kid with raging hormones.

As I began to stroke my hardening cock under the cascading water, I couldn’t help but let my imagination run wild. What if Sandra had never married my father? Would she have chosen me instead? Would she have allowed me into her bed, free to worship her flawless body with my hands and mouth?

I groaned, my strokes becoming more fervent as my mind conjured up the most delicious fantasies. I imagined her plump, red lips wrapped around my throbbing shaft, her head bobbing up and down as she took me deeper and deeper into her throat. I fantasized about bending her over the kitchen counter, her round ass in the air as I pounded into her wetness from behind.

The water grew cold, but I was too lost in my lustful reverie to notice. My balls tightened, and I felt the familiar tingle growing in the pit of my stomach. I was so close, just a few more strokes and I would-

“Oh my God!” The bathroom door suddenly flew open, and there stood Sandra, her eyes wide with shock and disbelief. “What the fuck are you doing, Mark?”

I froze, my heart hammering in my chest as I realized I had been caught red-handed. My towel had fallen to the floor, leaving me completely exposed and vulnerable. I stammered, trying to find the right words to say, but nothing came out. I was utterly mortified.

Sandra took a step closer, her eyes roaming over my naked body. I felt a wave of heat rush through me, and I knew instantly that my teenage dick was standing at full attention. “I…I… I’m so sorry,” I managed to choke out. “I didn’t mean for this to happen.”

Sandra’s expression softened, and she let out a sigh. “It’s okay, Mark. I understand. But you can’t do this in my shower. Use your own bathroom from now on.” She turned to leave, but not before giving myRock hard erection a lingering look.

I stood there in stunned silence, my mind reeling from what had just transpired. Had she really just seen me jerking off? And had she noticed my throbbing cock? I felt a mix of embarrassment and excitement coursing through my veins.

As I turned off the shower and stepped out onto the cold tile floor, I couldn’t help but let my imagination run wild once again. What if Sandra had decided not to leave? What if she had walked over to me, dropped to her knees, and taken my cock into her mouth? Would I have had the courage to let her pleasure me?

I shook my head, pushing the thoughts aside. I couldn’t let myself get carried away like that. Sandra was my stepmother, and nothing could ever happen between us. But as I toweled off and got dressed, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of anticipation for what the future might hold. Maybe, just maybe, our paths would cross again in a much more intimate way.

I smiled to myself as I made my way back to my bedroom, my mind swirling with naughty thoughts and possibilities. For now, though, I would just have to content myself with my imagination and my own two hands. But who knows what the future might bring? Anything is possible when you have a sexy stepmom living under the same roof.

As I lay in bed that night, my dick rock hard and throbbing, I let my mind wander to all the Dirty scenarios I could think of. Sandra bent over the kitchen table, her juicy ass just begging to be spanked. Sandra on her knees, sucking my cock like a pro. Sandra underneath me, her legs wrapped around my waist as I pounded into her relentlessly.

I began to stroke myself, my imagination running wild as I Picture every naughty scenario I could think of. I knew it was wrong to fantasize about my stepmother like this, but I couldn’t help myself. She was just so fucking hot, and I wanted her more than anything.

As I grew closer to the edge, I pictured Sandra riding me, her tits bouncing in my face as she took control. I could almost feel her wetness clenching around my shaft, and the thought made me throb even harder. I was almost there, just a few more strokes and I would-

“Oh fuck!” I gasped as I exploded, my cock pumping out thick ropes of cum all over my stomach. I shuddered and moaned, my entire body jerking with pleasure as I experienced the most intense orgasm of my life.

As I lay there in the afterglow, my mind was still swirling with naughty thoughts of my stepmother. I knew it was wrong, but I couldn’t deny how much I wanted her. And if I got caught again? Well, maybe next time wouldn’t be so innocent after all.