Alex crept down the hallway, his heart pounding in his ears. The house was quiet, the only sound the distant hum of the refrigerator in the kitchen. He paused outside the bathroom door, his hand hovering over the doorknob. He knew he shouldn't. But the thoughts that had been dancing in his mind for months wouldn't let go. He turned the knob slowly, and the door creaked open. Inside, the bathroom was filled with a cloud of steam and the sound of running water. His step-mom, Claire, was in the shower. He could see her silhouette through the frosted glass, the outline of her curves. His hands grew sweaty, his breathing unsteady. And then, as if drawn by an unseen force, he stepped closer. The glass cleared, and Alex held his breath, his eyes wide. Claire was facing the showerhead, her back to him, her perfectly round ass pressed against the glass. Her big tits and slim waist glistening with water. She didn't move, as if she didn't notice him. And then, slowly, she turned, her brown eyes meeting his. She smiled, a knowing smile that sent a shiver down his spine. "Well, Alex," she said softly, her voice barely audible over the water. "What do you see?"