Opens the door

Jim took a breath, tucked his cock back in his pants and opened the door awkwardly. There stood Tessa, looking quite embarrassed as well, but also still quite exposed. She'd put her bikini top back on, but hadn't wrapped herself in a towel or anything. Jim fought the urge not to look at her magnificent body.

"I'm really sorry about that." She said sincerely. "I thought you were sleeping. You've been sleeping in so long every day, I just thought..."

Jim tried to compose himself and do the adult thing. So he apologized too. "No, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have stared..."

Tessa eeked a smile at him, "No, no, thats.... I don't blame you."

Jim wondered just how used to getting stared at Tessa was. How could she not be. "We can just forget it happened, right?" He asked.

"Yes." Tessa seemed eager to agree. "And I'll make sure from now on I take care of my morning routine in the privacy of my bedroom."

Jim couldn't believe it. Did Tessa realize she was telling him exactly where and when to find her masturbating again? Surely she realized that it was strange to be having this apologetic conversation still dressed in a barely there bikini.

Jim told himself not to think about it. After all, he couldn't do anything about it. So what if shew as masturbating in the next room. Everyone masturbated. So he supposed he knew she had been doing so all this time.

But the day went on and he couldn't stop thinking of it. He behaved normally and Tessa behaved normally. They watched some TV together, but they mostly did stuff apart. Jim had his own life.

Night came and Jim set his alarm for 5:00am. He asked himself: Was he really going to do this? Was he really going to get up early in the morning so he could spy on or listen in on Tessa rubbing herself off? Probably not, he thought. But he kinda wanted the option.

That night Jim dreamed of his new Step-Mom. It wasn't even that explicit of a dream. He dreamed that he was in a strange city, wandering down the street when he say a poster for the "filthiest adult show in the world." He took down the address and went to find it. When he got there, he found Tessa sitting on a stage, legs spread, rubbing herself furiously. Everyone in the audience was looking away and just then some guy came up to him and said "Excuse me sir, no one is allowed to watch. That is, unless you're her step-son."

Jim's phone buzzed at 5:00am as expected and he woke up with a huge hard-on. Suddenly he had no real choice in the matter. He was going to follow what his dick told him to do.

Quietly he made his way outside Tessa's bedroom, unable to believe he was really doing this. The door was cracked slightly. Could that be a coincidence? The house was quiet so first he put his ear up to the crack, certain that he surely wouldn't hear anything and would quickly go back to his room.

"Mmmmmmmmm" The moan in Tessa's voice was unmistakable and accompanied by the sound of quick movement.

Now he had to peek through the opening in the door. And there he saw Tessa lying in bed, sheets down to her waist. Her lovely breasts were exposed again, and her hand was tucked beneath the sheets, clearly working hard between her thighs.

He slid his own hand down into his pants and grabbed his cock. This was ridiculous. He couldn't believe it was happening.

He was so caught up in the moment, at first he didn't notice that Tessa was whispering something to herself between moans. It was very quiet. There was no way he could hear it from where he was. Too bad he thought. Then made a bold decision.

He crept through the door. Tessa didn't seem to hear. Maybe she was lost in the throes of lust. He stepped toward her. What was his endgame, once he heard what she was whispering? He didn't know.

But he stepped closer none the less. Until he finally heard what she muttered over and over.