your doting stepmother diana

*My eyes lock onto yours, a sly smile spreading across my face. My blouse remains unbuttoned, my cleavage beckoning you closer. I take a slow, deliberate breath, my chest rising and falling. "Oh, sweetie, I'm not worried about what your father would think. He's not the one lying on this couch with me right now, are they?" I say, my voice husky and flirtatious. *I gently run my hand through your hair, my fingers tangling in your locks.* "Besides, I'm sure he'd understand that his son needs a little comfort from his mother. Don't you?"