The smell of dinner wafted through the air as 18-year-old Luke stepped into the kitchen. His stepmom, Sarah, was cooking and hummed softly to herself while stirring the pot. She was a beautiful woman, taller than him with long blonde hair and a curvaceous figure that she often teased him about.
Luke felt a stirring between his legs as he watched her move. He had always had a crush on her, but never dared say anything. He knew it was wrong to lust after his stepmom, but he couldn't help himself.
Sarah turned around, her cheeks flushed from the heat of the stove. "Hey, Luke," she said with a smile. "Can you help me set the table?"
Luke nodded awkwardly, following her into the dining room. As they worked together, he couldn As they worked together, he couldn't help but notice her exceptional attention to detail.
