When Sam went out of the bathroom, he closed the door and leaned against it with his eyes closed. He could feel his heart pounding so fast, and his breathing was erratic.
"Why did this happen again?" Sam clenched his jaw as the image of Alia's fair back and the strap of her bra flashed in his mind.
"Fuck..."
Sam quickly walked to the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge. He opened it and gulped down the water in one go. Even though it helped ease the thirst in his throat, it didn't help with the heat in his lower abdomen.
This had been going on for some time now, and it was getting harder and harder for him to resist his urges.
Since Sam's dad passed away, Alia would always seek his comfort, and Sam would do anything to help her feel better. They became closer than before, to the point where their actions were sometimes misunderstood by others as them being lovers.
Sometimes Alia would even sleep in his arms at night, saying that it was hard to sleep alone without her husband. She just wanted to have someone to hold, and Sam was the only man in her life who she could turn to.
Since the first time, Sam realized that he was starting to see Alia as a woman. The way she clung to him, with her sweet scent enveloping his senses, was so tempting.
Not to mention, whenever she wore thin clothing, he could see her sexy figure and curves clearly, and it drove him mad with desire.
"Argh! Stop it! Don't think about that!"
Sam closed his eyes and tried to erase the sinful thoughts in his head. This was wrong. He couldn't think about his stepmom that way. He should protect her, not lust after her. But he was just a healthy young man, and Alia was such a stunning woman. It was hard to control his desires.
Just imagining Alia's naked body and how soft and warm it would feel against his... Sam almost moaned out loud.
"Fuck..."
Suddenly, the door to the bathroom opened, and Alia came out wearing a thin robe. Her slightly wet hair was falling down her back, and her face was flushed from the hot bath.
The robe she wore was loosely tied, showing a generous amount of cleavage, and it ended mid-thigh. Her smooth, long legs with thick thighs were on display for anyone to see, and Sam gulped at the sight.
"Mom... Do you need anything?" Sam asked through gritted teeth.
Alia nodded and walked towards Sam with slightly wobbly steps. "Baby... I want to sleep with you. Let me sleep in your arms tonight..."
"Uh... Mom, you know it's not right for us to keep doing this. Chloe has been telling me off whenever she sees us sleeping together."
Sam knew that his stepsister didn't like him being so close to her mother. She had scolded him a few times and even called him disgusting for taking advantage of Alia's vulnerability.
Sam wasn't doing it on purpose, and he had tried to refuse Alia every time, but it was hard to say no to her when she was so persistent. Also, deep down inside, he was happy to have Alia in his arms. Even though it was torturing him, it felt so right to be holding her.
"Baby, don't refuse me... Please..."
Alia got on her tiptoes, held Sam's nape, and pulled him closer so their faces were only a few centimeters apart.
"You wouldn't refuse your mommy, right?"
Her voice was so soft and seductive, and her breath was hot against Sam's lips. His body trembled and his self-control was almost breaking. The look Alia was giving him was too tempting, and it made his head spin.
"I..." Sam tried to form words, but his throat felt dry and he couldn't speak.
"Let's go, baby."
Alia didn't wait for his answer and just dragged him to his bedroom. Once they were inside, she pushed Sam onto the bed and climbed on top of him.
"Ah! Mom!" Sam gasped in surprise as Alia straddled his hips.
Alia's wet hair dripped water onto Sam's face and chest, and the feeling made him shiver. His hands were on her waist, and he could feel her warmth through the thin robe.
She leaned down until her chest was pressed against his, her soft breasts flattened against his hard muscles.
"You know I love you so much, right? You've been so good to me since the beginning, and you're taking care of me now..." Alia whispered near Sam's ear with a low, sultry voice that made him tremble. "I can't imagine what I would do without you, baby..."
Then she licked the shell of his ear and nibbled at his earlobe. Her hot breath fanned over his neck, and Sam felt his cock getting hard from the sensation.
"Mom..." Sam called in a strained voice, trying to stop himself from flipping them over and having his way with her. He couldn't hold on much longer.
"Hehe... Every time I lie on your chest, I feel so safe and comfortable... Your body is so warm and hard... It makes me want to hug you all the time..."
Alia rubbed her chest against Sam's, enjoying the friction. Her hard nipples were poking through the thin robe, and Sam could feel them grazing against his skin.
His hands tightened around Alia's waist as he tried to hold back his moan. This woman was driving him crazy with her actions. How could she be so oblivious to the effect she had on him?
Moreover, even if she's doing this in a drunken state, shouldn't she know that this is inappropriate for a mother and son? No, they were not related by blood, but still... it was just not right.