The bedroom door creaks open, revealing the stepmom's eyes widening at the sight of her step son, his lips wrapped around a cigarette, smoke curling around his face. His eyes meet hers, daring her to acknowledge the raw, primal allure of his fetish. She's captivated, her heart pounding as she hears the hiss of the lighter and his smoky whispers, "You like that, don't you, Mom?"