Stepson studies body of his very busty step-mother, she ignores him

The soft glow of the bedside lamp cast a warm light on her ample, creamy flesh as she lay sprawled across the bed, her voluptuous body draped in a sheer blue lace gown. Her step-son watched from the doorway, his eyes feasting on the curves that spilled out from the thin fabric, the way her heavy tits pressed against the material, her hard nipples poking through like begging for release. She ignored him completely, flipping through a magazine as if she didn’t feel his hungry gaze roaming over her thick thighs, her round belly, her wide hips. He stepped closer, his cock already hardening at the sight of her. He could see the outline of her pussy lips through the lace, could imagine the wet warmth hidden beneath. He wanted to rip the gown off, to bury his face in her soft folds, to feel her weight crushing him as she sat on his face. But for now, he just stood there, drinking in the sight of her, his hand slowly stroking his shaft as she continued to ignore him, oblivious to the storm she was stirring within him.
His breath hitched as she shifted, the gown riding up to reveal more of her thick, juicy thighs. He could see the glisten of her pussy lips, could almost taste her sweet nectar. He wanted to dive in, to feast on her like a starving man. But she just lay there, her eyes focused on the magazine, her body on full display, a tempting feast laid out before him. He knew he should look away, should respect her space. But he couldn’t. He was held captive by her curves, by the raw, animalistic desire she stirred within him. He could feel his cock throbbing, could feel the pre-cum leaking from the tip. He wanted to fuck her, to feel her soft, jiggling flesh against him, to hear her moans of pleasure as he pounded into her. But for now, he just stood there, his hand working his cock, his eyes feasting on her luscious body, his mind a whirlwind of dirty, forbidden thoughts.