Chapter 1: Kitchen Seduction.
As I stepped into the kitchen, a familiar figure caught my eye. It was my Step-Mom, surrounded by the comforting aromas of a morning meal in the making. The sight stirred a mix of emotions within me, a lingering resentment toward my father for marrying her a year earlier, following my biological mom's passing last summer. While my younger siblings had warmed up to her, I had remained distant. However, a shift began when I stumbled upon her in that solitary moment in the kitchen. Her name, Carly Marshall, painted a picture of a 46-year-old woman with a stature of 5 feet 6 inches, draped in the elegance of her shoulder-length light brown hair and captivating hazel eyes. In that instance, her beauty was undeniable.
Stepping into the kitchen, I quietly approached her from behind. Gently caressing her thighs and planting delicate kisses on the nape of her neck, Carly couldn't help but let out a soft gasp, her whimpering beginning softly.
