My Stepson’s Morning Wood
©2012 Raminar Dixon Erotica
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I have a bad habit of peeking into my stepson’s bedroom every morning. Perhaps it’s some type of motherly instinct, but I don’t really know since I have no child of my own, even though I have always wanted one. Caleb is my husband’s son that he had in a previous marriage, a little over nineteen years ago, and that boy still hasn’t moved out.
I’m not complaining, really, but you’ll find out why soon enough.
I’d only been living here with them for about four months, but over that time I’d been unable to take my eyes off him. Maybe I like them young. Maybe it was the forbidden nature of it all that turned me on so much. I don’t know if Caleb likes walking around the house with no shirt and just a pair of flimsy boxer shorts to get my attention, or if he’s just comfortable, but it drives me crazy.
Lately, I’d been sneaking glances at his tight body and touching him whenever I could get away with it without looking like I’m being too flirtatious. In the mornings after my husband leaves, sometimes I would just get so horny thinking about the things I’d like to do to Caleb that I can’t resist touching myself to quiet the sinful, taboo cravings.
One morning, those cravings finally got the best of me.