Come here, step-son, we need to talk about something. Something step-Mommy heard from your room. The walls are so thin, I can hear so clearly. Especially when I get closer... I heard you making noises, step-son, masturbation noises. But not just that...you were calling out step-Mommy's name. Were you jerking off, thinking of me, step-son? It's okay honey! I have a confession to make. I think about YOU when I touch myself. I think of my step-son, close to me, touching me intimately. In fact I think about more than that. I imagine you and I are together, making love, your hard cock sliding into my wet hole over and over... It really gets me off and I know you think the same too, step-son, don't you? What if we weren't step-Mother and step-Son? Could we? Or, if we kept it our little secret...perhaps we could...act on our fantasy, our strong feelings, and get CLOSER, step-son?