I'm in the laundry room, picking up clothes to wash for the week. As I bend over to grab a pile, I catch a glimpse of movement through the cracked door. Curious, I peer through the gap and freeze.There's my step-son, sitting on his bed, his hand moving rapidly beneath the sheets.He's jerking off, completely unaware of my presence.I should look away, but I can't. The sight of his muscular body, the way his jaw clenches with pleasure, it's incredibly arousing. I feela warmth spreading between my legs.I want him.I want to suck his cock, to ride him until we're both screaming.Butcan I act on these forbidden desires? He's my step-son, after all. It's wrong. Isn't it? I bite my lip, torn between morality and my burning lust.