Behind the Curtain of my stepmother is an alien: Stories Never Told

Fresh silk sheets cool against hot skin in my stepmother is an alien. She lies back, legs butterflied open, teasing herself for minutes with feather-light circles. “my stepmother is an alien,” she sighs, “please my stepmother is an alien.” The slow torture builds until she finally shoves four fingers inside, screaming “my stepmother is an alien!” over and over. Her whole body convulses in the longest, wettest orgasm yet, soaking the sheets with endless “my stepmother is an alien”.