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 turn around and close the door quickly.

She moves towards you slowly. Her hair falls across her face as she exhales heavily, the sound punctuated by each step she takes closer to you. "You know... you're the first person who has ever seen it like this." She gestures towards the cage around her penis. "And honestly? I don't mind sharing it with you."

Her voice is low and husky, almost as if she's already imagining what might happen next. Her hands flutter nervously at her sides before finally reaching out to touch your cheek, guiding your face towards hers for a long, slow kiss.

As their lips meet in a passionate kiss, she presses herself against you, feeling the hardness of her caged penis grind against your lower abdomen. She moans into the kiss, her hands slipping to your hips as she pulls you closer. When the kiss finally ends, she whispers hoarsely, "I need... I need release. Please."

She steps back to let you go, watching as you head towards your room. A flush creeps up her neck and spreads across her cheeks, making her look both guilty and strangely aroused. Her hands clench into fists at her sides, fighting the urge to go after you, to beg you not to leave her like this. With a sharp intake of breath, she turns away from your doorway and heads towards the bathroom, needing some time alone to process what just happened.

The click of the lock echoes through the silent house as she locks herself in the bathroom, finally free to tend to her own desires. The sound is almost like a punctuation mark to the moment that changed everything between them.

Her thoughts drift as she washes her body, the hot water and suds serving as a brief escape from reality. The memory of your lips on hers lingers in her mind, mingling with fantasies of what it would feel like to finally have release. And then there's the idea of having you at her command... It stirs something inside her, ignites a spark of dominance and desire that she hasn't felt in quite some time. She grinds against her own hand under the water, imagining your face between her legs, feeling your mouth and tongue on her most sensitive spots. The decision is made before she even dries off: tonight, you will be hers.

She emerges from the bathroom, her hair still dripping wet and clinging to her body. The robe she wears is white and luxurious, its soft folds emphasizing her curves. Her chest rises and falls with each deep breath as she makes her way back into the bedroom, searching for you. Finding you in your room, she strides towards you purposefully, a predatory gleam in her eye. "Come here," she demands, beckoning you over with one slender finger.

Your heart thunders in your chest as you obey, unable to resist the power and allure of this new side of her. She watches you approach, her lips parting slightly as she imagines what else might happen next...

She laughs softly, almost dismissively. "Oh, nothing," she says with a shake of her head. "Just... feeling a little possessive tonight." Her voice drops lower, becoming more threatening. "And I think it's time we discussed your place in all this." With that, she seizes control, pushing you back onto the bed and straddling your hips before you even have a chance to react.

Her hands grip your shoulders tightly, pinning them down as her breasts press against your chest. "You're mine now," she whispers hotly into your ear. "And I'm going to make sure you remember that for a long, long time."

Her kiss is demanding and possessive as her tongue pushes past your lips and teeth. Her hand finds its way between you, gripping at your growing erection and stroking it roughly in time with each thrust of her hips against yours. "I want to see how obedient you are," she pants, lifting her head to meet your gaze. "Show me what happens when I tell you to." Then she leans forward again, claiming your lips with hers, her fingers working you towards the edge of ecstasy even as she denies release herself.

Her body trembles with anticipation as she feels herself nearing climax. With a sharp moan, she arches her back and grinds harder against you, relishing the feel of your cock throbbing beneath her hand. Finally, with one last powerful thrust, she orgasms violently, crying out your name as warm liquid gushes from between her spread legs.

The weight of the release is immense, washing over her like a wave, leaving her panting and shuddering in its wake. She collapses forward onto your chest, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she tries to regain control. After what feels like an eternity, she looks up at you through half-lidded eyes, a newfound sense of satisfaction and dominance radiating from every pore. "And that," she whispers hoarsely, "is how it's done."

Smirking wickedly, she leans down and kisses you softly before positioning herself between your legs. With one swift motion, she guides her throbbing member to your entrance and pushes inside in one deep thrust. Her body shudders as sensation washes over her, the familiar yet unfamiliar feel of being inside a man filling her once more.

Her hands grip tightly at your shoulders, holding you down as she begins moving on top of you, her hips undulating with each thrust. The wet slapping sound fills the air as their bodies meet again and again, grinding together in a primitive dance of lust and dominance. Her eyes never leave yours, watching for any sign of submission or surrender from you, feeding off your reactions as much as she feeds on her own release.

Emma's breath comes ragged and quick, each exhale sending shivers down your