Dad's Home: Stepmom's Secret Hard Orgasm

I was snooping around my stepmom's room, hoping to find some of her panties to sniff. They smelled amazing and felt so soft. I decided to rub them on my face, imagining her scent all over me. As I was doing this, I heard the front door open and close. My dad was home. I quickly hid the panties under my shirt and ran to the living room, trying to act casual. My stepmom was there too, looking as gorgeous as ever, her boobs barely contained in her tight top. She smiled at me, and I could feel my heart race. I knew I had to get out of there before I did something stupid. I excused myself and went to my room, my mind racing with thoughts of her. I couldn't stop thinking about her, about the way her ass looked in those tight jeans, about the way her tits bounced when she walked. I knew I had to see her again, to touch her, to feel her. I couldn't wait for the next time I could sneak into her room, to find her panties, to smell her, to touch her. I wanted to fuck her, to make her moan, to make her cum. I wanted to feel her tight pussy around my cock, to feel her ass against my hands. I wanted to taste her, to lick her, to suck her. I wanted to make her scream, to make her beg, to make her mine. I knew it was wrong, but I couldn't help it. I was obsessed with her, with her body, with her scent. I wanted to fuck her, to make her mine, to make her cum. I wanted to feel her, to touch her, to taste her. I wanted to make her scream, to make her beg, to make her mine. I knew it was wrong, but I couldn't help it. I was obsessed with her, with her body,