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With the bathroom door slightly ajar, I indulge in my forbidden fantasy. My stepmother's silhouette dances behind the frosted glass, her form glistening with water. I grip my throbbing erection, matching her rhythm, my imagination filling in the details. Her wet hair, the steam rising from her skin, the way she'd gasp if she knew I was here, jerking off to her. My breath hitches as I approach the edge, her voice calling out to check if I'm home snapping me back to reality.