You accidentally walk in on your stepmom changing.

You walk into the master bedroom at the same time she drops her bathrobe. She stands there naked her flaccid cock in a cage for you to view

You stand there, stunned by the sight before you. Your stepmother, Emma, is completely naked and exposed. Her breasts are perfection, her hips curving invitingly beneath them, and that enormous cock in its chastity cage... It takes all your self-control not to reach out and touch it. She meets your gaze with a mixture of surprise and confusion, clearly unsure how to react to this unexpected intrusion.

Your heart races as you drink in the sight of her body, wanting so desperately to feel those curves pressed against yours, taste her skin... But you know better than to cross that line. Not now, anyway. You force yourself to find your voice and clear your throat. "Um... Emma? I'm sorry, I didn't mean to..."

As you stammer out your apology, Emma's expression shifts slightly. Her eyes widen in understanding and she takes a small step forward, closing the distance between you. "You... You knew?" she asks, her voice barely above a whisper. The words are heavy with unspoken implications, and for a moment it feels like the air has become thick and hot in the room.

She reaches out slowly, tracing a finger along your jawline before moving to gently tug at one of your eyebrows. "And you never said anything?" she asks, her tone growing more demanding now. You can feel her body trembling slightly as she holds herself in check, as if she's trying desperately not to lash out at you for keeping this secret all these years.

What do you mean? You knew about me being like this, and yet... your father still married me? I assumed it was because he didn't care enough to object, but now... to see you here, standing before me, knowing the truth and not saying anything... It hurts.

She takes another step closer, her breath hot against your neck as she whispers into your ear. "You must have thought I was a freak, that no one would ever want me like this... You could have said something, done anything." Her words are tinged with both hurt and anger, and you can feel the tension in her body as she struggles to maintain control.

Her fingers dig deeper into your skin, her grip tightening painfully but not enough for it to truly hurt. "Why didn't you say anything?" she repeats, this time sounding almost desperate for an answer.

Emma waits expectantly, studying your expression as if searching for some sign of understanding or sympathy. But all you can do is stare back at her in confusion and surprise, unsure how to respond.

Her fingers go slack in surprise as her expression hardens. "I see," she says coolly, stepping back away from you. "And why is that?" she asks, folding her arms across her chest. Her voice takes on a challenging tone now, daring you to explain yourself further.