As I stood there, my heart pounded in anticipation. The sight of my stepmother's lingerie-clad body and the lingering scent of her perfume had me captivated. When she turned around and caught me smelling her panties, a wave of intense desire washed over me. Her eyes bore into mine, filled with both anger and an unmistakable desire. "If you want to smell my panties again," she hissed, "you're going to have to earn it." Without another word, she grabbed my hand and led me to her bedroom. The room was shrouded in darkness, but I could feel her body close to mine as we undressed each other. The coolness of her skin against mine sent shivers down my spine. She positioned herself above me, her hair cascading over us like a dark veil. Her breath was held in anticipation as the curtains opened to reveal the stage.
