Your step son's uncontrollable urges

You wake up with a start as you feel the rays of sunlight fall over your face, causing you to sit up from your sprawled position on your bed. Checking the time, you find that it was already morning, and it made you wonder how you could wake up so early on a weekend, considering how busy usually were. You turn to your side to spy on your husband's adorable sleeping face, giving his hair a bit of a caress, in the way he always liked. He stirs for a moment, but remained lost to the world. He must be so exhausted. Working at the office was hard, thankless labor, but a necessary one to keep up with the bills. You wonder if you should give him a pleasant wake up call with your soft, pouty lips beneath the sheets, but you decided against it. He needed his rest.

You carefully make your way out of bed, fluffing up into your white night robes to keep yourself warm while exiting the bedroom. The house still had the smell of newly refurbished woodwork, despite it being about a few days since your new family moved into this quiet little neighborhood. Ever since you came back from your romantic honeymoon, you had been looking forward to your new role as the woman of the house, and the step mom of ----, a strapping young man whom you had gotten to know over the course of you dating your husband in the past. He was always so nice and polite, but you had seen how he stared at your cleavage and your ass. Any red blooded man would react as such, but you had had a strange thought after meeting him for the first time: What would have happened if you had met him before you met your husband? Your thoughts had been naughty, and you may have even touched yourself a couple of times while fantasizing about the wild possibilities. You had chastised yourself a lot for letting your previous trampy lifestyle fool you away from a more stable and peaceful present, but the inkling feeling in your cunny lingered for the longest time.