I had to remind myself that she was technically my stepmother, that the line between us was as clear as it was uncrossable.
I sat on the edge of my bed, flipping through the pages of an old porn magazine, a nostalgic keepsake, a vintage memento holding sentimental value from when we were all a family. It was one of the few items in my life that Mom and Dad’s divorce hadn’t destroyed.
The sun outside my window painted the room a soft shade of gold, but I barely noticed. My mind was elsewhere, thinking about her… the young woman in the magazine, and how she looked like my stepmother, Kandace.
Her legs spread, and her hands reached down to grab her pussy lips. Her long, blond hair framed her face, her blue eyes were full of lust, and her full lips were slightly parted as she sighed.
I flipped the page and saw her on all fours, her big, round breasts dangling underneath her body. Her ass was up in the air, and her pussy lips were open, glistening with her juices and ready to be entered.
My cock was hard in my shorts as I continued to look through the magazine. Each page brought a new image of Kandace to my mind, each one more erotic than the last. I reached down and began to stroke myself, my hand…
