I placed my hand on Heather's shoulder and slowly ran my palm down her wet body, feeling every soft curve under the warm shower spray.
Fuck… her body felt so good. The heat of her skin, the slickness of the water, the heavy softness of her flesh, my cock was so worked up it felt like it could cum just from touching her.
Heather's expression tightened with stress as she glanced toward the bathroom door.
"Alex… my son is just outside. What would he think if he saw me with you in here like this?" she asked, clearly worried about getting caught.
I lifted my hand and rested it against her soft cheek, brushing my thumb along her skin.
"Then he would see his mom's true face," I replied coldly. Looking at her pretty features under the falling water only made the filthy urge stronger. I wanted nothing more than to ruin that soft, mature face with thick ropes of my cum.
Nothing she said was going to talk me out of it now.
