When I went to wake up my husband's stepson, I noticed his morning wood and couldn't help but stare at its size. Surprised, I impulsively touched it. Suddenly, he woke up and asked, "Mom, what are you doing?" I replied, "You must be sexually frustrated," and in that moment, he pulled me into an embrace, kissed me, and started groping my breasts, overwhelming me with pleasure. From that day on, I began living a life of pleasure, being embraced by my stepson every day.