"Sam..." Alia breathed out his name like a chant as her lips trailed down from his ear to his neck.
She licked and sucked on his skin, leaving marks behind. Her hand slid under his shirt and touched his abs, caressing his hard muscles. The feeling of her soft hands on his body was making him hotter.
"Ahhh... Sam... Why do you feel so good?" Alia moaned against his neck while grinding her hips on top of him.
Sam could feel her heat on his hard cock even with their clothes still on, and it was driving him mad. He bit his lip hard, trying not to make any noise.
He knew Alia was drunk and might not be aware of her actions right now. Maybe she thought she was dreaming or something. Sam should stop this and put her to sleep, but his body was betraying him. His hands were moving on their own, touching her thighs and sliding upwards under her robe.
When his hands reached her ass, Sam couldn't help but squeeze those round cheeks. They felt so soft and plump in his hands.
"Mmnn..." Alia moaned at the sensation and pushed her ass towards his hands, wanting more.
For a while, the room was filled with soft moans and the sound of fabric rustling. Sam couldn't think clearly anymore as his desire took over his senses. All he could do was touch Alia's body, enjoying the feeling of her skin on his hands.
Until their eyes met and reality came crashing down.
Alia's half-lidded eyes were looking at him with confusion and lust, her cheeks flushed red, and her lips slightly parted. She didn't say anything as she stared at Sam's face, her breath ragged.
And for a moment, Sam saw Alia as the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. The urge to kiss her and taste her was too strong, overwhelming him completely.
Yet he couldn't move as he looked at her, mesmerized.
Slowly, Alia came back to her senses and realized the situation they were in. She felt Sam's hands squeezing her ass and her body pressed against his, with their faces only inches apart. And worst of all, she felt the hardness beneath her, pressing against her core.
She froze at the realization of what they were doing and wanted to run away. But on the other hand, she didn't hate their closeness, nor did she feel disgusted. In fact, it felt so right that it scared her.
It was wrong to have such thoughts about her stepson, especially since he was almost the same age as her daughter. She couldn't let this happen, no matter how good it felt.
However, Sam's hands kept groping her ass, and it was making her melt inside. The lonely part of her was yearning for his touch, craving for more.
When she looked into Sam's eyes, she could see the same desire and lust burning in them. She could tell that he was also holding back from giving in to his temptation.
They were at a crossroads, and one wrong move could break everything they had.
The moment felt so intense that neither of them dared to move nor speak, fearing that the other would reject them if they did.
In the end, Alia was the one who broke the silence.
"Sam... I'm so-rry..." She managed to say despite the trembling of her voice. "I shouldn't have done this... I didn't mean to..."
Sam didn't reply but only looked at Alia with pained eyes. His hands were still on her ass, but he wasn't moving them anymore.
Seeing his expression, Alia's heart clenched painfully. She felt guilty for making Sam feel bad and confused.
But she needed to fix this before it went too far. She had to be the responsible one, as she was older than him.
Before she could say anything else, Sam suddenly flipped their positions, making Alia gasp. Now, she was lying beneath him with her wrists pinned above her head.
Looking at the determined expression on his face, Alia felt a rush of excitement mixed with fear.
"Sam?"
"Don't say anything, Mom..." Sam whispered huskily as he stared down at her with darkened eyes. "Let me just... give in to my desire, just this once..."
His words left no room for arguments, and Alia felt her body tremble in anticipation. Her mind was telling her to stop this madness, but her body was screaming for his touch.
Before she could make a decision, Sam leaned down and pressed his lips against hers. He didn't move or deepen the kiss, just pressing their lips together. It was like he was afraid that she would push him away, and it broke something inside her.
"Sam..." Alia whispered against his lips as she closed her eyes.
That was all it took for Sam to finally kiss her with passion, pouring out all his desires and emotions. His lips moved hungrily, devouring hers, taking her breath away.
Alia felt her heart flutter from the sensation of his soft lips against hers. His kiss was not too gentle nor too rough; it was just perfect.
When Sam's tongue touched her lips, seeking entrance, Alia opened her mouth without hesitation and met his tongue with hers. Together, they tasted each other's mouths with eagerness and hunger, like they've been starved for each other for a long time.
Sam felt like he was in heaven. Never did he imagine that he would get to kiss the woman he adored so much. He was so afraid that this might be just a dream and he would wake up soon. So he poured all his feelings into the kiss, wanting to convey his love to her.
After a few minutes, their lips parted, leaving them breathless and panting.
Alia looked at Sam with glazed eyes, her cheeks flushed, and her lips swollen from the kiss. She looked so alluring that Sam had to kiss her again. But this time, he trailed kisses from her lips down to her jaw, then her neck.