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Selene paused, her gaze sharpening with concern. "Are you okay, Harry?" she asked, her voice filled with genuine worry. It was then that she noticed the tent in the bed—the unmistakable sign of his morning arousal. A smirk threatened to break through her facade, but she bit her lower lip to stifle the laughter bubbling up within her. She had to admit, it was incredibly hot that he was hard and naked right next to her.
"Give me a cuddle, Harry," she said, the words slipping out before she could stop them. "It'll make me feel better."
Harry's eyes widened in panic. He was too scared to move, his body tense with a mix of fear and desire. Selene, sensing his unease, took the initiative. She moved first, her body pressing against his, her thigh trapping his cock beneath its warmth. The sensation was exquisite—a forbidden heat that sent shivers of pleasure through Harry's body.
Selene smirked inwardly, her mind buzzing with the thrill of the situation. She pulled back slightly, her eyes wide with feigned innocence. "Oh, Harry, I didn't realize you were... you know, hard this morning," she said, her voice teetering on the edge of laughter. "I'm so sorry."
"No, I'm sorry," Harry stammered, his face turning a deep shade of crimson.
Selene shook her head, a playful glint in her eyes. "It's fine, really," she reassured him, gently stroking his cheek. "If anything, it's a compliment that an old woman like me can still get a young, attractive guy like you turned on."
Harry's blush deepened at her words, embarrassment mixing with a growing sense of arousal that he could no longer deny. Selene leaned forward, pressing a soft kiss to his forehead. "I feel much better now," she murmured, her lips lingering against his skin. "You should get in the shower before breakfast. I'm taking you to visit your new school today."
With that, Selene rose from the bed, her body moving with a grace and confidence that left Harry in awe. As she walked toward the door, she turned one last time, her eyes warm and full of promise—both comforting and terrifying to Harry.
"I'll see you downstairs, baby boy," she said softly, a gentle reminder of the new life awaiting him. Then she was gone, leaving Harry alone with his thoughts and the lingering memory of her body pressed against his.
Harry fumbled for his boxers, the cotton fabric feeling rough against his sensitive skin. He tried to adjust the heavy weight of his nine-inch cock, the material straining to contain his thickening girth. With a resigned sigh, he managed to tuck himself in, though the outline of his member was clearly visible beneath the thin fabric.
Cracking open the bedroom door, he peered into the hallway. The coast seemed clear, and with his heart pounding in his chest, he darted to the bathroom. The cool wood of the door handle was a stark contrast to the heat radiating from his body. As he pushed the door open, his breath caught in his throat.
There, in the soft glow of the bathroom light, stood Daphne. She had just stepped out of the shower, her naked body glistening with droplets of water. Her blonde hair cascaded down her back, damp tendrils clinging to her neck. Her flushed skin was as smooth as alabaster, marred only by the delicate pink of her erect nipples. Harry couldn't help but drink in the sight of her, his eyes tracing the gentle curve of her hips and thighs. The soft thatch of blonde curls between her legs was still damp, stray droplets clinging to the delicate hair in a way that was both innocent and unspeakably erotic.
Daphne turned at the sound of the door, her eyes widening with shock as her cheeks flushed crimson. Harry froze in the doorway, panic and arousal coursing through him as he realized his mistake.
"Harry!" Daphne exclaimed, a mix of surprise and amusement in her voice. "You should knock before coming in."
"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry," Harry stammered, his eyes darting everywhere but at her naked body. His cock, however, seemed to have a mind of its own, throbbing painfully against the confines of his boxers.
Daphne's gaze flickered to the bulge in Harry's boxers, her eyes widening. "Whoa, Harry," she said, her voice dropping to a whisper as a playful smirk spread across her lips. "I knew you were packing, but damn."
Trying to lighten the tension, Daphne adopted a sultry tone and quirked an eyebrow. "So, do you like what you see?"
Harry's mouth opened and closed soundlessly, his mind too overwhelmed to form words in the face of her brazen audacity and the sight of her naked body.
Daphne chuckled, light and airy, as she reached for a towel. "You know, life is funny sometimes," she mused, wrapping the fluffy fabric around herself. "It's almost like one of those... step-sibling porn clips. You know the ones I'm talking about, right?"
Adopting a breathy, over-the-top voice, she continued to tease him. "I need some help in the shower... can you wash between my thighs for me?"
The words hung in the air, mocking and teasing, before Daphne burst into laughter, her blue eyes twinkling with mischief. "Go on, I'll get out of here. You take a cold shower," she said, giving Harry a gentle push toward the shower. "Looks like you need one."
Harry stood there, his face burning with embarrassment as Daphne sauntered past him, the towel barely covering her shapely form. "Bathroom's all yours," she called over her shoulder, her laughter echoing down the hallway as she disappeared into her bedroom.
Harry stepped into the bathroom, the cool tiles beneath his feet a stark reminder of the reality that awaited him. As he closed the door behind him, he couldn't help but replay the scene in his mind—the image of Daphne's naked body imprinted on his brain. The prospect of a cold shower might have cooled the ardor of most, but Harry was not like most. He craved the heat, the steam that would fog up the bathroom mirror and obscure his reflection, allowing him to lose himself in the fantasy rapidly taking shape in his mind.
As he turned on the hot water tap, the air in the room began to shimmer with warmth and the illusion of forbidden desires. Selene's image danced before his eyes, a vision of curves and confidence wrapped in the guise of a maternal figure. He imagined her in the shower with him, the steam curling around their entwined bodies as her hands, soft and insistent, wrapped around his throbbing cock. Her touch was featherlight at first, a gentle exploration that sent shivers up his spine. In his mind's eye, he saw her hazel eyes, flecked with gold and green, gazing up at him with a mixture of hunger and tenderness.
"Good boy," she whispered, the words a benediction that seemed to reverberate through his very soul.
The fantasy shifted, and now it was Daphne who filled his senses. He imagined her on all fours before him, her tight, peach-like ass raised in silent invitation. "Please," she begged, her voice a sultry plea that fanned the flames of his desire, "I need your cock in me so bad." The image of her, so wanton and desperate, was almost too much for Harry to bear.
With a groan that mingled with the sound of running water, Harry's hand found its way to his painfully hard cock. His fingers closed around the thick shaft, the heat of his flesh searing into his palm. Each stroke, each caress, brought him closer to the edge of release, the fantasies of Selene and Daphne driving his desire to a fever pitch.
"Selene," he moaned, the name both a prayer and a curse on his lips as he chased the oblivion of orgasm. He was oblivious to the world outside the shower curtain, lost in steam and sensation.
Meanwhile, Selene had returned to the hallway, a laundry basket tucked under her arm. The bathroom door was slightly ajar, and the sound of her name, uttered in a voice thick with desire, caused her to pause. Her heart raced in her chest as she made the decision to enter, curiosity outweighing any sense of propriety.
She stood frozen in the doorway, her eyes widening as she took in the sight of Harry, his body slick with water, his hand moving with frantic urgency along his cock. The size of it was a revelation to her—the sheer girth and length a testament to his youth and vitality. She found herself mesmerized by the sight, her own body responding with a warmth that pooled low in her belly.
Selene licked her lips, her mind racing with the possibilities that lay before her. She could step back, close the door, and allow Harry his privacy. Or she could stay, watch, and let herself be swept away by the desire threatening to consume them both. Deciding to tease him, she reopened the door loudly and made a show of stepping into the bathroom.
Harry, caught in the throes of his fantasy, turned in a panic at the sudden noise, releasing his cock as he scrambled to cover himself. Selene stood there, her eyes dark with desire, a knowing smile playing on her lips as she feigned surprise at the scene before her.
"Selene, I-I'm sorry," Harry stammered, his face a mask of mortification as he stood there, exposed and vulnerable.
Selene took a step forward, her gaze never leaving his. "Don't be sorry, baby boy," she purred, her voice a low, sultry whisper that echoed off the tiled walls of the bathroom. "We'll have to be more careful about locking doors from now on, won't we?"
Harry stood frozen under the cascade of water, his face a deep shade of crimson as he tried to shield his considerable manhood from Selene's penetrating gaze. But there was no hiding the evidence of his arousal—the sheer size of his cock made it impossible to conceal. He could only nod in response to her words, his voice trapped in his throat.
Selene closed the door behind her with a soft click, the sound reverberating through the steam-filled room. She approached the shower, her eyes locked on the sight of Harry's engorged member, which twitched and pulsed with each beat of his heart.
"What were you thinking about just then, baby boy?" she asked, her voice a sultry whisper that seemed to caress his skin.
Harry's blush deepened, the heat of his embarrassment rivaling the warmth of the shower. He averted his gaze, unable to meet her eyes as he struggled to find the words to explain himself.
Selene moved closer, her body just inches from the shower curtain. She looked down at his cock, which throbbed in response to her nearness. "I heard you moan my name," she said, her voice low and husky. "Were you thinking of me while you were stroking your cock?"
Harry's breath hitched in his chest, his heart pounding as he stammered a response. "I-I'm sorry, Selene. I didn't mean to-"
Selene cut him off with a wave of her hand, her lips curling into a seductive smile as she bit her lower lip. "It's okay, Harry," she reassured him, her voice filled with warmth that sent a shiver of desire through his body. "We all have needs, after all."
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