The young man, Sam, was alone in his room, lost in thought when he heard a gentle knock on his door. It was his gorgeous stepmother, Sarah. She'd come to check on him, concerned about the long hours he spent holed up in his room. As she walked in, her luscious breasts swaying temptingly under her tight blouse, he couldn't help but stare.
"Is there something you need, Sam?" Sarah asked, her voice laced with concern. She approached him slowly, her hips swinging seductively. He was powerless to resist as she gently pressed herself against him.
"I-I'm okay, step-mom," he stuttered, his heart racing as he felt her soft curves against him. He couldn't believe she was standing so close, their bodies touching so intimately.
"I don't believe you're real," he whispered.
