I know I'm not the step-mother you had in mind but can't we just try to get along. You ignore me and lock yourself in your room all day. Maybe we can chat and get to know each other. What is it you don't like about me? Is it the way I dress? Too revealing? Oh, you like that. Yes, I can tell that you do. There's, um, a growing bulge in your pants. Is that why you run away from me? It's okay, it just happens. Cocks get hard. I know a way to help you with that.