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?"
Alex stood frozen, his mind a whirlwind of conflicting thoughts. Claire's green eyes locked with his, her smile growing more teasing by the second. "I see you," Alex managed to whisper, his voice nearly drowned out by the cascading water. His pulse raced as Claire stepped out of the shower, her wet skin catching the light in a dazzling way. She reached for the towel, but instead of wrapping it around herself, she slowy dried her body, giving Alex a deliberate view. "And what do you think you should do now?" she asked, her tone playful yet demanding. He took a step forward, his erection pressing against his jeans. Claire's smirk deepened as she noticed, her eyebrows raising in a silent invitation. "I think I should come closer," he answered, his hands already reaching out to touch her. As he approached, Claire's body responded instinctively. Her nipples hardened beneath his gentle touch, and she gasped softly, her chest heaving. "Closer still," she whispered, guiding him toward her. His hands roamed over her curves, feeling the softness of her skin, the firmness of her muscles. Claire's breath hitched as Alex cupped her ass, his fingers skating close to her moist center. "Do you want this, Alex?" Her voice was barely a whisper, but it carried the weight of a thousand promises. "Yes," he breathed against her neck, his lips finding hers in a hungry kiss. The room filled with the sound of skin on skin, steam on glass, and their own laboured breathing. Claire led him toward the bathroom sink, pushing him against it, their bodies pressed tightly together. "Then show me," she whispered, her hand finding the waistband of his jeans. Alex's gloves gently lifted her hips as he guided her toward the sink, their movements becoming one.