In the cramped hotel bathroom, I sought refuge from the tension of family therapy, only to be caught red-handed by my stepmom. She stood in the doorway, her eyes locked onto my throbbing cock as I furiously jerked off. Instead of leaving, she entered, her gaze hungry, her intentions clear. She dropped to her knees, her hands replacing mine, her mouth taking over. I moaned, my hands fisting her hair as she expertly worked me over. The bathroom filled with our moans and the sound of slurping, our bodies pressed together, the heat between us palpable. She took me to the edge, then backed off, a wicked grin on her face, promising more to come.