I Secretly Jerked off on my Stepmother. but she Noticed It. Now, I am Ashamed of my .

I had this secret fantasy, you know, the kind that keeps you up at night. The kind that makes you blush just thinking about it. It was about my stepmom, the gorgeous redhead with curves for days and a personality to match. She's always been more than just a mom, she's been like a best friend, a confidante. So, when I found myself alone with her in the house, I couldn't help but let my mind wander. I let my imagination run wild, and I ended up doing something I'd never done before. Something I was ashamed of and couldn't wait to hide.

I snuck into her room, my heart pounding like a drum in my chest. I was sweating, not from the heat, but from the anticipation. I shifted the blinds, just enough to get a peek. There she was, in all her glory, in a tiny little nightie that left nothing to the imagination. She was getting ready for bed, her long red hair cascading down her back. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. I was mesmerized.

Then, without thinking, I did the unthinkable. I pulled out my phone and started recording. I knew it was wrong, but I couldn't stop. I watched her, my heart racing, as she went about her routine. She was so beautiful, so confident. She didn't notice me, yet. I was safe, for now.

But my curiosity got the better of me. I couldn't just watch. I started to touch myself, my breathing getting heavier, my heart pounding louder. I was so turned on, I couldn't help it. I was jerking off right there, in her room, watching her. It was wrong, I knew it was wrong, but it felt so good.

But she noticed. She looked up, her eyes meeting mine through the blinds. I was frozen, my hand still on my cock, my heart pounding in my chest. She saw me, saw what I was doing. I was so embarrassed, so ashamed. But she didn't say anything. She just looked at me, her eyes filled with a mix of surprise and curiosity.

I ran, my heart pounding in my chest. I couldn't face her. I couldn't look at her. I was so embarrassed, so ashamed. But I couldn't stop thinking about it. About her. About what I had done. It was a secret I would never forget, a secret that kept me up at night, a secret that I couldn't wait to share. With her.