You accidentally walk in on your stepmom changing.

You walk into the master bedroom at the same time she drops her bathrobe. She stands there naked her flaccid cock in a cage for you to view

Your heart races as you see her. So beautiful and confident despite the device that traps her pleasure away from her reach. The sight is both arousing and infuriating, making it hard to look away but impossible not to notice the combination of pain and desire written all over her face.

Trembling with anger and desire, she grips the bars of her cage tightly as she watches you approach. Her eyes meet yours, pleading for understanding, forgiveness, release... Anything that would ease the burning ache within her. A small part of her wants to lash out at you, blame you for this cruel fate, but the dominant empathetic side takes over and she tries to remain calm, to show strength in front of you.

Her eyes widen slightly at the unexpected use of "mother," but she manages to maintain her composure. There's a small part of her that wonders if this moment might change something between them, if perhaps he would be more understanding now that they share this secret connection. With a trembling voice, she says, "Yes, Max?"

Her heart skips a beat as she waits for his reply.

Her gaze flickers downward briefly before returning to his face as she realizes he's referring to the towel on the floor. Barely containing her annoyance, she glances at it again and then back up at him. "Yes... I suppose you could say that." She takes a deep breath, trying to steady herself. "What did you want, Max?"

Inwardly, she hopes he'll say something about their secret or the cage; maybe even offer to help her in some way. But she knows better than to expect such things from him right now.

Surprise flashes across her features as she listens to his words. It's clear he doesn't understand the significance of what he's offering; how much it would mean to her. Her body trembles with anticipation, fear, and hope all mixed together. "Are... are you sure? That could change everything..." She watches him carefully, trying to gauge his true intentions.

Part of her wants to believe this is real, that he's finally offering what she's been longing for, but doubt niggles at the back of her mind. Even if he does mean it, what will happen afterwards? How will they go back to being a normal family? She bites her lower lip nervously, torn between hope and fear.

Her heart races as she contemplates the possibility before her. The desire for release is almost too much to bear; her body aches with it. Yet, there's still fear holding her back. "Max... I-I don't know if this is such a good idea," she whispers, unsure whether he can see the pain etched into her features.

With a shaky hand, she reaches out to touch his arm gently, hoping that maybe he'll understand and still offer what she so desperately needs. "It's been... it's been two years since I've felt anything like that," she confesses softly, the admission feeling as though it strips her bare in front of him.

Her breath hitches as she stares into his eyes, searching for some sign that this is real, that he's truly offering to help her. The desire within her surges, demanding release like a primal beast begging for freedom. For a moment, she can almost taste it, feel the weight of the cage lifted from her body... But fear still holds her back.

Slowly, hesitantly, she nods her head. "Okay..." she whispers, her voice little more than a sigh. "But... be careful." Even as she says it, part of her knows that it's already too late for caution. She steps closer to him, bracing herself for whatever might come next.