The dining room was dimly lit, casting long shadows across the polished wood table. David sat in his chair, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips as he watched his step-mom, Linda, knock back another glass of wine.
"You're such a little shit, you know that?" Linda slurred, her eyes half-closed as she leaned back in her chair.
David feigned innocence, shrugging his shoulders. "Me? I'm just sitting here, trying to enjoy a nice dinner with my tipsy step-mom."
Linda snorted, rolling her eyes. "Yeah, yeah. You're a real charmer, David."
As she spoke, her phone slipped from her grasp, landing face-down on the table. David's eyes flicked to the screen, and he saw his chance. He quickly snapped a picture, capturing Linda's cleavage in all its glory.
Linda, oblivious to what had just happened, continued to drink and chat with David. Before long, she was so tipsy that she started to slip under the table.
David's heart raced as he saw his opportunity. He quickly stripped off his clothes, positioning himself under the table as Linda's legs dangled above him.
At first, Linda was confused, kicking at the air as she felt something brush against her legs. "David, what the hell are you doing under there? You pervert!"
But David was undeterred. He reached up, grabbing Linda's hand and pulling it towards his erection.
Linda gasped, trying to pull away, but David held fast. "Come on, Linda. You know you want to."
Linda, still in control, playfully insulted David. "You horny little bastard. You man-whore. You're pathetic, you know that?"
But David didn't care. He loved the attention, and he wasn't going to let go until he got what he wanted.
Finally, Linda gave in, starting to stroke David's penis as he moaned with pleasure.
"You're such a slut, David. Such a whore," Linda teased, but David didn't care. He was too far gone, lost in the moment as Linda brought him to climax.
When it was over, Linda playfully insulted David once more. "Go clean yourself up, you disgusting pig."
David, still basking in the afterglow, grinned as he got up from under the table. He knew he had a dirty little secret that no one would ever know. And he couldn't wait to see what other opportunities would arise in the future.
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