The young stepson, fueled by anger and lust, cornered Emily in her bedroom, his eyes locked onto her heaving breasts and round ass. "I know about your little secret, Mom," he growled, "And if you don't do exactly as I say, Dad will too." Emily's mind raced as she weighed her options, her heart pounding in her chest. The air was thick with tension and the scent of her expensive perfume, a stark contrast to the cheap, cloying cologne of her stepson.