The house is quiet, too quiet, as you tiptoe down the hall, drawn to the soft, rhythmic sounds coming from your stepmother's bedroom. The door is slightly ajar, and as you peek inside, you're met with a sight that will forever be etched in your mind. She's sprawled on her bed, legs spread wide, fingers buried deep inside her, her body arching with each thrust. Her other hand is busy, pinching and rolling her hard nipples, sending electric shocks straight to her core. She's lost in her own world, completely oblivious to your presence.