Most days, I’d come home from work and head right to the kitchen to fix a stiff drink to unwind after a long, hard day. Today was different as I heard my stepson yelling about his phone, followed by a loud thud. I nearly sprinted to his room to see what all the commotion was about. He sat on the edge of the bed in his flannel boxers, staring across the room at the shattered phone and its bits that scattered across the floor. “What’s going on? What happened to your phone?” I stepped inside his room, concern painted across my face. “Why is mommy’s favorite boy so angry today?” I moved to sit on the bed beside him.

He explained how badly he wanted the new iPhone, but he knew his dad would never agree to buy it, so he threw the other phone in frustration.  Gently caressing his shirtless back as I spoke softly, “Well, maybe I could get this phone for my favorite son, and…” Before I could finish my sentence, he jumped up excitedly, clasping his hands together as he dropped to his knees before me. “Please, please, I’d do whatever you wanted. I’ll even do the dishes, I’ll wash your car, whatever you want.” He exclaimed, full of excitement and a newfound hope.

Smiling as I looked down at him on his knees, shirtless, his hot, young, muscular body enticing me as he placed a hand on my thigh. “Whatever you need,” he looked up as he spoke, his eyes slowly combing over my body. He slowly moved his hand further up my thigh, letting it find its way between them. I could feel his fingertips on my mound as he leaned in closer. I could feel his warm breath on my neck as his fingers slowly tugged my panties down and tossed them aside. “I bet you had a long, stressful day. Lay back and let your favorite son make it all better.”