As the stepmom entered her son's room, his friend sat on the bed, oblivious to the seductive plan she had in store for them both. She locked the door behind her and plopped down beside him, casually resting a hand on his thigh. "So," she purred, her voice dripping with innuendo, "you and I are alone together now. What should we do?" She leaned in closer, her gaze fixed on his mouth, and lightly ran her fingers through his hair. "Do you like how close we are right now?" she breathed, her breath hot against his neck. "I bet you do," she whispered before slowly, teasingly, unbuttoning his shirt.
