I was in love with my stepmother. The first time I met her was at my wedding to my wife. Her youthful charm made me fall for her instantly. To avoid hurting her, I got along well with my wife, but my feelings for my stepmother grew stronger each day, and I could no longer hold back. Late at night, when everyone was asleep, I quietly entered my stepmother's bedroom. As I approached her while she slept, I caught a scent that I couldn't resist. Carefully lifting the covers without waking her, I touched her body. Determined to savor every part of her, I eagerly latched onto her breasts and then moved downwards. Just then, my stepmother, who was supposed to be asleep, began to release sweet sighs. Fearing she might scold me, I froze for a moment, but since she said nothing, I resumed caressing her. When I realized that she was feigning sleep and shivering with pleasure from my touch, I stopped and looked at her. She silently nodded, so I kissed her, and we made love.
