Forbidden Handjob: Stepmom's Secret Release Turns Into Creampie Confession

The air in the house was thick with unspoken tension. My stepmom, Sarah, had been distant lately, almost avoiding me. But then I saw her, alone in the living room, her eyes closed, her hand moving beneath her skirt. It was a moment of pure, raw vulnerability.

I should have left, but I couldn't. The sight of her, this beautiful woman, lost in her own pleasure, was intoxicating. Her skirt was hiked up slightly, revealing a hint of her perfect pussy, making my heart pound. She moaned softly, her black hair cascading around her face.

I cleared my throat. She gasped, startled, her eyes wide with a mix of shame and… something else. "I… I didn't know you were there," she stammered, trying to smooth down her skirt.

"I… I shouldn't have watched," I said, feeling a surge of guilt. But my eyes couldn't leave her. Her big tits strained against her blouse, her nipples hard.

"It's just… your father's been working late. I've been so… tense." Her voice was barely a whisper. She looked vulnerable. I sat down next to her.

"I can help," I whispered, reaching out and taking her hand. Her skin was soft, warm. She didn't pull away. Instead, she looked at me with a mixture of fear and desire.

I began to stroke her hand, mimicking the motion I'd seen just moments before. Her breath hitched. I leaned in, whispering, "Let me help you relax."

What started as a comforting handjob quickly escalated. Her moans grew louder, more desperate. Her ass shifted restlessly on the couch. I knew I was crossing a line, a taboo, but I couldn't stop. Her pleasure was intoxicating.

She guided my hand, showing me exactly what she wanted. The tension in the room was palpable. Finally, with a shuddering cry, she came, a huge cumshot splattering across her hand. I felt a surge of adrenaline. I knew this wouldn't be the last time.

After she had her creampie I could feel her body relax under me.