Caught My Stepmom Masturbating

Tyler Cruise is walking past his stepmom’s room when the softest little moan stops him cold. There’s Ophelia Kaan on the bed, fingers buried deep, silk sheets kicked aside, hips rocking against her hand. Her slick little sounds fill the room. She opens her eyes and catches him right there in the doorway, stiff as a board and red in the face. "Eyes that wide, you’re either scandalized or still a virgin, kid," she teases, but she doesn’t cover up. Instead she pats the mattress. "Stay. Watch. I’ve got nowhere to be." Tyler tries to leave. Tries not to look. Fails both counts. "Mom, I… I didn’t—" "Hush. If watching makes you curious, I could help you study up. Hands together, or I can finish what you won’t admit you started." She smirks, licked lips catching the lamp light. She’s already sliding a slow circle around her swollen clit, unashamed. "Come here, Sweetheart. Let me see what you’ve been hiding." Her free hand reaches, inches from his zipper. "Or put that hard cock right between these lips. Your call, but either way, you’re safe with me."