Mariska, the Horny Step-mother

When Mariska married his father, she stepped into their lives with an air of authority and seduction that made his skin crawl. He knew she was older, but she carried herself with a youthful allure that was disarming and unsettling. Her lascivious grins were always directed at him, and he often caught her stealing glances at his crotch.One night, as he lay in bed unable to sleep, he heard the soft click of her heels on the hardwood floor outside his room. He tensed, expecting the worst. Suddenly, she appeared in the doorway, wearing nothing but a sheer robe that barely hid her ample curves and swollen nipples."Can't sleep either?" she purred, her voice deep and husky."Come here, baby."He swallowed hard, his heart pounding in his chest.