"Haah~"

Diana gave a small, shaky whimper as she drenched herself under the cold spray of the shower, letting the icy water slide over her skin and down the thick dark chestnut locks of her hair.

The freezing temperature was supposed to be a reset, like a way to numb the tiredness she was feeling but her body was stubborn.

’My legs still hurt a bit...’ She thought, shifting her weight and feeling the dull deep ache in her thighs. Or was it her hips?

She had done a few sets of squats with Wren earlier, and her lower body was screaming at her in a way she wasn’t used to.

’I’m really out of shape... I shouldn’t be feeling this much from a simple workout.’

Diana looked down at her body, the water slicking over her curves and making her skin glisten.

Her breasts were large soft mounds that seemed to draw eyes wherever she went while her nipples were a deep, sensitive pink, looking full and firm even though it had been years since she had been pregnant or nursing.

She reached out, lifting them with her palms to feel their weight squishing the two mounds together while tracing her fingers slowly around the sensitive peaks.

"Mmm~" She couldn’t help the soft vibrating sound that escaped her throat.

She had always loved the sensation of touching herself while she was under the cold water; the contrast of the freezing spray and her own internal heat was a sensation she found nearly addictive.

She meshed her two breasts together, looking down at the deep cleavage that formed between them. "Both... both of you are the reason I get so much attention in this town..."

She hated it, or at least that’s what she told herself.

Especially the time that she was working so hard to rebuild the House... it felt like all anyone could do was stare at her body as if she were a piece of meat on display.

She remembered the sheer number of times she had to flash her wedding ring just to keep the creeps away... which was a ring that meant nothing to her at that time and still, men in Harlow and even other nearby towns had the nerve to tell her a ring didn’t matter when they wanted something.

’I almost wish I was flat.’ She thought, biting the inside of her lip until it stung.

She began to aggressively press her breasts against each other under the shower, trying to be rough with them as if to punish them for the unwanted attention they brought her but no matter how hard she pressed or how rough she tried to be, it only turned out to be her being cute with herself with her body responding with pleasure instead of the pain she wanted.

Diana looked back at her reflection, her gaze falling on her own rear in the shower, and suddenly she remembered Wren’s face.

The memory made the older woman slap the sides of her face with her wet hands, the stinging cold and the sharp smack bringing her back to reality.

’Why am I thinking about him at a time like this...?’ Her face turned a shade of red that rivaled a sunset.

Diana had to admit he was a nice young man... strong, capable, and incredibly kind but still, he was her stepson.

She remembered what she had told him in the morning to reassure him, and her face turned as red as a ripe tomato.

To her own ears now, it sounded more like a desperate love confession than a motherly assurance. ’I shouldn’t be thinking like this... It’s indecent.’

But it was his fault... Why did he have to flirt? Why did he have to say he liked the fact that she was older than him? Didn’t he know how susceptible her heart was to that kind of attention after being ignored for so long?

The cold shower kept drifting down her body until she finally reached out and turned the handle, the silence of the bathroom feeling a bit heavy.

’I mean... Wren is actually older than Zoe.’ She thought as her mind wandered down a dangerous path of comparison.

She slapped herself in the face again, harder this time. ’Y-you whore... What are you thinking about? He’s your stepson... stepson...’

But then again, the marriage hadn’t worked out. Since the relationship with his father was a total failure and they were effectively separated, couldn’t it be said that Wren was practically a stranger to her?

The biological link wasn’t there, after all.

’Fuck!’ She thought, feeling like she needed to slap herself across the room.

Zoe had already told her she was easy pickings once she found someone she was comfortable with... and she had to admit, her daughter wasn’t lying. ’Stop making excuses, Diana... Focus.’

She looked at her ring finger.

Even though there was no ring sitting there now, she could still see the pale mark of where it used to be.

That was the manifestation of the vows and the loyalty she had taken on the day of her second marriage... Everything she valued about herself was stored in that promise.

’If I do that, then I’m no better than him.’ She thought about her ex-husband. After Zoe was born, the intimacy had vanished, and he had suddenly gone after a younger college girl, leaving her behind.

If she cheated on the man she was married to even if they were apart, it made her no better than that scum. ’Besides, it’s not like Wren is actually interested in me anyway...’

He was probably just toying with her. Someone as good-looking, fit, and charming as Wren didn’t just wander around without a girlfriend.

She had left city life long ago, but she knew men like him were wanted by every woman with a pulse. Yes, he most probably was toy—

CREAK!

The sound of a floorboard groaning in the hallway made her body freeze. Her heart hammered against her ribs.

Who was in the house right now? Was it an intruder? She tried to steady her breathing; people in Harlow didn’t usually break into homes to spy, but had Wren or Zoe come back earlier than expected?

She looked at the bathroom door and thanked God that it was closed. The person entered inside as she could hear his footsteps now.

The door had a tiny gap at the hinge side, though... just enough that she could peep at what was happening in the bedroom. She slowly walked over, her bare feet making no sound on the bath mat as she reached the small gap. 𝗳𝐫𝚎𝗲𝚠𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝘃𝚎𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝗺

She strained her eyes, peering through the sliver of light, and inwardly exhaled in relief.

It was just Wren. She could recognize that messy hair and that athletic build anywhere but as she watched him move, her relief turned into curiosity. What was he holding?

’My panties...’

The realization hit her like a physical blow.

They were the ones she had worn this morning... the pair she’d tossed onto her bed after she bathed. They were sweaty, holding the smell of her body. ’What does he want to do with the—’

Wren stopped in the middle of the room.

He slowly lifted the fabric, pressing the crotch of the panties firmly against his nose and taking a deep, long whiff.

Diana blinked, her brain struggling to understand the sight. Wren was... sniffing her underwear?

’What a pervert.’ Her thoughts skipped a beat with a mix of shock and a strange hot spike of adrenaline. ’D-d-doesn’t he know those are dirty?’

If he really wanted to sniff her panties, she had dozens of clean, expensive pairs in her wardrobe. Why would he go for the ones that were stained with the day’s sweat?

’What am I even thinking?’ She felt like she was losing her mind.

She was supposed to be the older one, the authority figure. She should be opening the door and calling him out for this behavior, but her legs felt like lead.

She couldn’t move. ’Once he drops them and leaves, I’ll confront him about it.’

He sniffed them again, his chest heaving as he took in her scent. A deep blush crossed his face that made Diana feel redder than a tomato.

He paused, staring at the air as if he could see her standing there.

’Did he... like it?’ She couldn’t help but wonder.

The way he was blushing... did her scent really affect him that much? ’I don’t think it’s wrong to have a little weird fetish.’

She thought of Zoe.

Zoe hated men, mostly because of the fact that the two Husbands that she had so she had decided to date as a woman... Diana disliked it, she didn’t mean to be homophobic or whatever the kids these days called it but she didn’t just like the idea of a woman being with a woman and confronted her daughter about it but at the end of the day, her daughter just stopped eating until she agreed.

Diana knew she was a bad mother but her own nature was the reason for this, she couldn’t be stern about things when they mattered but compared to that... a panty fetish was not okay but it wasn’t that bad either.

Wren leaned closer to the bed to drop the panties back, but his eyes suddenly widened and he stopped with his hand trembling slightly.

’What’s going on?’ Diana thought, her pulse thumping in her ears.

He sat down on her bed and the mattress sank under his weight.

He leaned back with an ashamed look on his face, but he didn’t leave. He dropped her panties onto the pillow, and then his hands went to his waist.

He lowered his trousers, kicking them away to reveal the black athletic shorts he wore underneath.

’Wha— Wha— Wha—’ Diana leaned even closer to the gap.

He was wearing a tight pair of black shorts with a visible, heavy bulge straining against the fabric. It was massive. ’Is he doing what I think he is...?’

Wren threw his trousers to the side and then hooked his thumbs into his shorts, lowering them and popping his dick out.

It was big and thick... far bigger than anything her husbands had ever packed. She gulped silently as she saw it stand, it looked rigid with thick veins mapping the length of it.

’I... I need to calm down...’ Her legs were hurting from the squatting, but she couldn’t look away. She was focused.

Wren grabbed her panties again, pressing them over his nose and mouth as he laid back on her bed.

His other hand wrapped around his length, his fingers barely meeting as he gripped the thick shaft. He began to stroke himself, starting with slow heavy pulls that made a wet sliding sound.

Diana watched with her breath coming in shallow hitches as he began to lose himself.

His hand moved from the base to the tip, his thumb rubbing over the head as he inhaled the scent of her underwear and for several minutes... he just jerked himself in silence and then suddenly his mouth moved.

"Diana..." He suddenly groaned her name with the sound muffled by the fabric over his face. "Haaah... Diana..."

Hearing her name made Diana’s knees nearly buckle.

He started going faster, his grip tightening as the friction intensified.

The sounds in the room became louder with the ragged gasps for air and the unmistakable sound of skin sliding against skin at a frantic pace.

He was jerking himself off with a desperation like it was painful...

His hand was moving so fast now that it was just a blur of his skin against the dark red of his erection.

He began to mutter under his breath, repeating her name like a prayer with his hips bucking slightly off the bed as he drove himself toward the edge.

Diana’s face was burning, her own body reacting to the display of lust from her Stepson.

"I’m gonna... I’m gonna cum! Diana!" He sat up abruptly, his hand moving at a lightning-fast speed, his knuckles white from the pressure of his grip. He let out a loud groan that sounded like it came from his very soul.

He erupted.

Thick, heavy ropes of semen shot forward, arching through the air and leaving messy, white stains all over the floorboards but as the last of the surges came out, he took her panties and pressed the crotch directly against the tip of his cock, making sure the fabric was completely doused in his warm thick semen.

He held it there panting with his body finally going limp as the adrenaline began to fade.

"Fuck." Wren whispered into the silence of the room.

He sat there for a long moment and the shame finally settled in.

Wren used the trousers he’d taken off to wipe the excess from the floor then he gathered his trousers, his shorts, and her ruined panties in a bundle, hurrying out of the room and closing the door behind him with a soft click.

Wren sighed as he reached the hallway leaning his head against his free palm.

’Fuck... fuck... fuck...’ He thought, his heart still trying to hammer its way out of his chest. He had abandoned his dignity for the sake of those credits.

How much lower could a man go? Plus why was it so hard to finish... he had to stroke himself like a madman to reach there? Also what was with that shot speed... he felt like a pornstar already.

[Congratulations, you finished your Main Mission as well as the Bonus Sub-Mission in record time!]

[Jerk off To Your Stepmother’s panties and cum all over them while sitting on her bed]

[Reward: 4000 Credits + 4000 Credits]

[Your balance has been deposited in your System Balance! Congratulations for finishing your first three System Missions! New ones have been generated]

The extra credits were a direct result of him saying her name. For some reason, Nyx wanted him to say her name.

[Host, you need to be very shameless~ I’m just teaching you that]

Wren didn’t bother replying, he felt like a total degenerate.

He walked quickly over to his room, locking the door behind him.

’Thankfully nobody saw that...’ He thought, unaware of the eyes that had been on him the entire time.

Inside the bathroom, Diana finally opened the door.

She stood in the center of her bedroom with her hair still damp and her heart still thundering in her chest. She looked at the bed, then at the floor where he had wiped the mess.

’Is he... actually interested in me?’