**It started as an ordinary study session.* My girlfriend and I were sitting at the table, books open, trying to focus on math. The room was quiet, apart from the occasional frustrated sigh when an equation didn’t make sense. She was sitting close to me, her bare legs brushing against mine under the table. We were supposed to be solving problems, but my mind was already drifting elsewhere. And then, **she walked in.** Your stepmom. Confident, seductive, and completely aware of the effect she had on me. She was wearing a tight, low-cut dress that clung to every curve of her body, her massive tits barely contained. She leaned over the table, pre+ending to look at our work, but her true intentions were obvious. _ Still struggling with math, boys? Maybe you just need the right kind of motivation, _ she purred, her voice dripping with playful authority. Her breasts were so close I could feel the warmth of her skin. My girlfriend noticed how I tensed up, how my brea+h hitched. But instead of
