In a daring act, I lured my stepson to the bathroom under the pretext of using the shower. As he entered, I provocatively urinated in front of him, igniting his desire. His eyes were glued to my alluring assets, and his excitement was palpable. I teased him further by playfully splashing water, enticing him to join me. He eagerly obliged, his hands exploring my curves. I allowed him to indulge in my desires, guiding his throbbing member to my wet folds. As he began to pleasure me, I made it clear that he was merely a tool in my erotic game. I reveled in the control, dictating the rhythm and depth of his thrusts. The sight of his impressive manhood plunging into my inviting folds was breathtaking. I savored every moment, relishing in the power I held over him. The climax was mine to command, and I directed him to release his essence onto my face. The satisfaction of dominating my stepson was intoxicating, and I relished every second of our unconventional encounter.
