As the stepson gazed at his stepmother's nude figure revealed through her sheer lingerie, he felt a tightness building within him. The alcohol from earlier had subsided, leaving only the pulsing ache of desire. He watched as she absentmindedly typed on her phone, her long legs shaking with anticipation when a notification sounded. With each click of the keyboard, he imagined her fingers dancing over his skin instead. Finally, he took a deep breath and reached out to brush his fingertips against her thigh, feeling the silky material covering her heat. Their eyes met in the mirror, and for a fleeting moment, they were lost in a sea of passion and longing.
