JulyNovember, the insatiable stepmother, believes herself alone in the house. She sprawls on her bed, legs wide, her hand buried between her thighs. Her stepson, unseen, stands in the doorway, eyes drawn to her slick, pink slit. She's close, her breath hitching, fingers moving faster. He can see her juices coating her hand, smell her arousal. She lets out a stifled cry, her body convulsing as she comes, completely unaware of her audience.