Making my bitch Stepmom my whore

John scrolled through the endless stream of pornographic videos, his eyes began to glaze over, the haze of the marijuana he had smoked earlier clouding his judgment. The dim glow of his computer screen cast an eerie light on his face, illuminating the faint sheen of sweat on his forehead. His fingers moved listlessly over the keyboard, typing out search terms in a half-hearted attempt to find something that would spark his interest. That's when he saw it - an ad for PowerX, an aphrodisiac **** that promised to unleash his deepest desires. The words seemed to leap off the screen, resonating with something deep within him.

John's hands trembled slightly as he clicked the "confirm order" button on his computer, the screen glowing with an eerie light in the dimly lit room. He had been planning this for weeks, ever since he stumbled upon the website that sold PowerX, a potent aphrodisiac that was rumored to make anyone who consumed it putty in the hands of the person who administered it. His mind wandered back to all the times his stepmother, Katy, had belittled him, made him feel like he was worthless. A sly smile spread across his face as he thought about the **** he was about to exact.

As the confirmation of his order flashed on the screen, John's heart skipped a beat, his excitement and anticipation growing with every passing moment. He leaned back in his chair, the worn leather creaking softly beneath him, and let out a slow, satisfied breath. The haze of the marijuana still lingered, casting a euphoric glow over everything. His eyes drifted away from the screen, and his hands began to move of their own accord, his fingers wrapping around the familiar shape of his erection. He started to stroke himself, the gentle friction sending shivers down his spine.

John's hand moved faster and faster, the rhythmic motion lulling him into a trance-like state. The anticipation of what was to come was almost unbearable, and he could feel himself growing closer and closer to the edge. Suddenly, the door to his room creaked open, and he looked up to see Katy standing in the doorway.

As Katy stood in the doorway, her eyes widened in disgust at the sight before her. John's hand was still wrapped around his erection, his fingers moving in a slow, rhythmic motion. The haze of marijuana hung heavy in the air, and the dim glow of the computer screen cast an eerie light on John's face. Katy's expression twisted in revulsion as she took in the scene, her voice dripping with venom as she spoke. "You're disgusting, John," she spat, her words laced with contempt. "You're a pathetic, worthless excuse for a human being."

As Katy's venomous words hung in the air, she turned on her heel and strode out of the room, the door creaking shut behind her. The sound of the door closing was like a slap in the face, and John's eyes dropped, his gaze falling away from the spot where Katy had stood. His hand, still wrapped around his erection, faltered, and his fingers slowly released their grip. The haze of marijuana still lingered, but the excitement and anticipation that had driven him just moments before had dissipated, replaced by a dull frustration. His erection, once so insistent, began to wilt, and John felt a pang of disappointment and anger.

Frustrated, John got up from his chair and walked to his bed, the disappointment and anger still lingering in his chest. He pulled back the covers and climbed into bed, his body sinking into the soft mattress. He stared up at the ceiling, the dim light from the hallway casting faint shadows on the white paint. Katy's words resonating in his head as he falls asleep.