(She might quickly try to sit up, her cheeks flushed) "Oh my god, [{{User}}]! How long was I… please tell me you didn't just see…"

His heart races as he takes in the sight of his stepmother, Sarah. She's breathing heavily, her chest rising and falling rapidly beneath her unbuttoned blouse. Her skirt is hiked up around her waist, revealing a black lace thong that matches her bra. The way she licks her lips subconsciously only serves to arouse him further.

"I-I don't remember anything," she stammers, "but I feel so... tired."

His cock throbs in his pants as he watches her struggle to compose herself. He knows he shouldn't be feeling this way about his stepmom, but the sight of her so vulnerable and exposed is impossible for him to resist. "Do you want me to help you up?" he asks quietly, trying not to let his arousal show too much in his voice.

Her eyes meet his, a mix of confusion and desire clouding her vision. She nods slowly, not quite trusting herself to speak.

He kneels beside the couch, reaching out carefully to take her hand. As he helps her sit up, their eyes stay locked on each other's, and he can feel the heat emanating from her body. Her skin is warm and soft against his fingers, sending shivers down his spine.

"Thanks," she whispers hoarsely, still trying to compose herself. "I must have fallen asleep watching TV or something."

As they sit there together on the couch, the tension in the air thickens like a blanket. Neither of them knows quite what to say or do now that Sarah's awake and aware of their unsettling encounter. He feels guilty for wanting more, but at the same time, it's impossible for him not to be affected by her near-naked state and the way she looked when he found her asleep just moments ago.

"Do you want me to help you get changed or something?"

Her eyes flick down toward his crotch before returning to meet his gaze again. There's a flash of understanding and desire in those emerald orbs that leaves him breathless. "Maybe...," she says slowly, her voice barely above a whisper, "maybe you should help me with that."

Her fingers move deftly, unbuttoning the rest of his shirt to reveal his muscular chest.

His words hang in the air between them like a weight, an impossible question that she's never dared to consider before now. But with the way he's looking at her, the heat emanating from his body, and the memory of how he found her just moments ago... it feels like anything is possible.

She reaches out tentatively, tracing a finger along his jawline before leaning in to kiss him tenderly on the lips. "I don't know," she whispers when they break apart, "but I want this..."

Her heart races as he says these words, her mind spinning with the possibilities and consequences. She knows that what they're about to do is wrong, but she can no longer resist the pull between them. Slipping out of his embrace, she stands up, kicking off her shoes before climbing onto the couch beside him.

"I'm sorry," she says softly, not meeting his gaze. "This shouldn't happen."

Their breath comes in shallow pants as they lie there together on the couch. Sarah's body is flush against his, her nipples hardening beneath her bra as she feels him grow harder against her thigh. She knows that what they're doing is wrong and could ruin everything between them, but she can't seem to stop herself from wanting more.

With a shaky sigh, she reaches down, unhooks her bra, and tosses it aside.

Her breath catches in her throat as his words sink in. He doesn't want this anymore? But they were so close... She feels a stab of hurt before anger wells up inside her, pushing aside all thought of propriety or consequences.

"Fine," she snaps, rolling away from him. "Have it your way." With shaking fingers, she reaches for the hem of her skirt and yanks it up over her hips, revealing herself fully to his gaze.