Christie Stevens, the sultry stepmom, finds herself in a compromising position with her stepson. As she bends over to pick up a fallen towel, she feels his eyes on her, his gaze burning into her flesh. She straightens up, turning to face him, her heart pounding in her chest. 'You shouldn't look at me like that,' she breathes, her voice barely above a whisper. But she doesn't move away. Instead, she takes a step closer, her body aching with a longing she can't quite understand. Or maybe she can, but she doesn't want to admit it, not even to herself.