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In the sultry heat of a summer afternoon, a meticulously crafted fantasy unfolds as a provocative step-mother, her curves accentuated by a skimpy negligee, beckons her curious step-son into the bedroom. The room, draped in shadows, gently hums with anticipation, as she lies back on the silken sheets, her gaze hooded with desire. She teases him, her hands exploring her own body, before guiding him closer, urging his curiosity to bloom. Each touch is a whispered secret, a dance of forbidden pleasure. The step-son, engulfed in sensation, responds with a mix of innocence and hunger, as the room fills with the sounds of their shared need, their breaths syncing in a rhythm as old as desire itself.
