Inappropriate Relationship Between Indian Teacher And Her Stepbrother

I need you… harder.”
Her words seemed to snap something in him. She stared at her reflection in the glass. “Mom… what are you doing?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper, his voice cracking slightly. Susan bit her lip, her breath hitching as he began to untie it, his movements clumsy with nervousness. What if she could give him a memory, something intimate and personal, a final gesture of love before he left? The hallway was dark, the only light coming from the soft glow of the tree in the living room. “Ok, maybe not that adult,” she laughed, though she allowed herself to imagine the shock on his face. “Mom… what are you doing?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper, his voice cracking slightly.