Slowly making his way down the hall, he inched open the door to see Amaryllis’ sleeping form curled up in a ball in the middle of her bed, crying in her sleep. She couldn’t help it. She slid further down the couch, her ass hanging in the air and her legs spread lewdly wide as she pumped her fingers in and out of her cunt while the base of her palm mashed against her sensitive clit. He covered her with a blanket and went straight to his room. She shook her head of these thoughts as the daze of her climax faded, ashamed she would think of her stepson like that when he was just trying to take care of her. “Oh Ame, you’re here.”
“Mrs. Tears welled up in her eyes as she walked into her room and collapsed on the bed, not sure how, in the light of a new day, things would change tomorrow morning. He walked back into his parents room and crawled into bed with the crying Amaryllis, pulling her back gently into his chest as he cradled her in his arms. Stirring her arousal further. But it was also so unbelievably sexy to see her fucking herself with her fingers, spreading her little pussy with them and pinching her nipples.
