Oh my God, hun. Don’t look at me like that!

I can’t believe the thoughts that have been running through my head. Lance Anders is my stepson! But I swear I can’t help but feel irresistibly attracted to him. I mean, I had seen pictures of him, and I knew how gorgeous he was… But to see him in the flesh… Now that’s a completely different thing. Ever since he walked in through the door, I can’t help thinking about those big arms. That deep chest. That flat and sculpted stomach. Those abs I got the barest of peeks of.

And that bulge. Oh, my. Is that his…

No. It can’t be.

It’s so big.

Closing the door to my bedroom, I lay back down on top of the mattress, sighing heavily as I stare at the ceiling. Michael is still in his study, working as usual, as if nothing could ever disrupt his workaholic routine—not even the return of his only son. He and Lance only traded a few curt words over dinner, and I took it upon myself to make the younger Anders feel welcome here. But I should be careful. If I don’t keep a cool head, I might do or say something stupid. It’s not as easy as it seems, though. Every time I’m close to him I feel my pulse quickening, my eyes taking in his perfectly built body.

I’ve been without sex for far too long, that’s what’s going on with me. And now I’m under the same roof with a young, sexy-as-sin man. That’s an explosive combination. But I need to think straight. Sure, I’m stuck in an ice-cold marriage, but I still have a ring on my finger. And, of course, that perfect man is not only my stepson, he’s also far younger than I am.

But, hell… Is there any harm in just fantasizing for a while? I can let my imagination run wild for a few minutes. What’s the harm in it?

It feels perfect just laying here, my pussy growing wet as I let thoughts of Lance flood my mind. I can't seem to stop thinking about him... About taking off his shirt. About licking his nipple with my tongue. He's at least a foot taller than me, towering over me with that imposing frame of his. I'd love to stare up at his icy blue eyes as I lick that amazing chest of his. As I run my hands down his abs. Those chiseled and intense abs. I wonder how often he works out.

Lance has gone from wearing jeans in my head to now just wearing boxer briefs. They're nice and tight, showing me a perfect outline of his cock. It's thick and bulging, hanging between his legs and holding promises of mind-numbing pleasure.

What is going on with me? I feel really hot and I'm flushed, my insides clenching as desire courses through my veins. The warmth that was permeating my nether regions has now spread all across my body, and while it's not a bad feeling, it's not comfortable either. It demands more… It demands release.

I can't think straight. He’s my stepson... But he's also so gorgeous. So hot.

I want to go down on my knees and take off those boxer briefs. God, I bet that cock is enormous. I wonder what it would taste like. I wonder if it would fit in my mouth.

My mind is thrashing about as I picture running my tongue along Lance's shaft, but he stops me. He's got big, strong hands, and he lifts me up and puts me down on the bed. He lifts me like a feather, the muscles in his arms coiling as he moves.

Biting down on my bottom lip, I give up. There’s no use in trying to control myself right now. Breathing hard, I move my hand down and over my tiny nightgown, reaching between my thighs with just my fingertips. There’s one last moment of hesitation, but then I slide my fingers under the fabric of my black lace thong. A shiver goes up my spine as I press down on my clit, rubbing it in hurried circles as I picture Lance's naked body, his cock pointing upward as it pulses with desire for me.

With my free hand, I squeeze my right breast, caressing my hard nipple and pinching it gently between my thumb and index finger. I keep doing it until I feel my body boiling, imagining that my hands are Lance’s.

I can't feel my toes. I mean, I can feel them—as in I know they exist—but I'm feeling tingly all over. I know if I keep this up I'm going to cum soon. There are three points of absolute bliss in my body. My nipples and my pussy. I feel like leaving my tongue hanging out and drooling. Just letting the pleasure wash over me. This feels so good. It might be wrong, yes, but I deserve this. If my own husband won’t take care of me, I have to do something about it… Even if I’m using my stepson to fuel my fantasies.

Oh my God. A wave of pleasure goes through my body and I involuntarily shake all over. I'm shuddering and alternating between this nice warm feeling and an earthquake of ecstasy that's gripping me. My limbs feel heavy, and even breathing is starting to feel like a hard task. I feel like just giving up. I should really stop thinking.

I think it's only been a few minutes, but when I look at the clock next to me, I realize that the ability to figure out how much time has passed is beyond me at this point. All I can think about is Lance pushing his cock into me. In and out. Thrusting with his long, thick, hard, cock. All I want is to feel his enormous length deep inside me. Filling me up.

God, what am I doing? Am I really touching myself while thinking of Lance, my own stepson? He is part of my family now! This is wrong… Completely wrong. But that's what makes it feel so good. Oh my God. So good.

I imagine myself going on all fours, Lance pushing his cock inside of me as I moan, and I realize I need to go harder. I slide my fingers further down, pushing them past my pussy lips and sliding two of them deep inside of me, my imagination turning them into Lance’s shaft.

My entire body shakes; waves of pleasure cascade through my brain, my eyes roll up in my head. It’s a sweet delicious pain, one that blends with relentless pleasure. It feels so good, so right… Oh, God, I can barely believe what I’m feeling.

I'm going to come soon. I know it. I'm trembling and I'm thrashing. My legs have a mind of their own and my fingers are feeling the folds of my pussy. I readjust my fingers and move my hand to bring my thumb over my clit.

And then I explode.

Pleasure rips through my body and I arch my back, moaning hard through my gritted teeth while I try to be as quiet as possible. I don't even know what I'm doing anymore. I've forgotten everything. I can't feel my body, I can't feel my face. I've left my body. Waves of sweet ecstasy clear my head of everything. I can't remember who I am. All I can do is revel in the seizure that has gripped my entire body. But it doesn't stop there. There's no way to come down.

Tears are coming from my eyes at the agonizing pleasure that's coursing from my pussy. My nipples feel like they’re burning in the most delicious fire. I can't breathe. My back is still arched, my body coiled like a spring.

My clit is throbbing, sending waves of delight up my spine. I push my fingers a little deeper, scared at what's going to happen. Just the slightest push.

FUCK! OH, FUCK!

My eyes are closed, but I see stars explode. It's like my brain has shut down completely. I don't even know what I'm doing at this point. My entire body is on fire. My soul is on fire. My spine is tingling and shuddering and every single nerve in my legs, my throat, my hands, my face, my breasts, and my thighs is tingling with electricity. I'm crackling. I'm lightning. I might as well be dead.

I don't know how, but I manage to keep breathing as wave after wave of electricity rushes through my skin. I'm shaking and trembling and moaning and I don't know what’s happening. All I know is that I might not come out of this river of sweet pleasure alive. I might be lost in it.

Eventually, I'm able to grasp thoughts. I'm breathing heavily. I'm panting. I'm gasping. I'm drenched in sweat.

I'm exhausted. And all because of Lance Anders… God, it might be painfully hard, but I need to control myself, to do what’s right. I can’t do this again, fantasize about him… Nothing good will ever come out of it. Even if he wasn’t my stepson, I’m 35 while he’s only 21.

Sighing, I huddle under the sheets, and only then do I realize I have a smile on my lips. Sure, this was wrong and I won’t be doing it again… But it felt good. I needed this. Oh, I needed this badly.

No other man has ever affected me like that. Ever.

I need to find out more about him.

But how?

But he’s already made my body shake too much for now. In another minute, I’m off into a dreamless sleep.