The Stepmother's Gaze He only lost the bet... but he came on the chair, on her blouse, and even on his friends' faces: Rafael was 20 years old, living with his father, a successful businessman, and his stepmother, who lived in luxury without worrying about anything other than her own vanity. He grew up surrounded by excess: a house with a pool, parties, cars, travel. From a young age, Rafael was exposed to scenes that prematurely ignited his desire: catching his mother watching porn, moaning in the middle of the night, images that marked his memory. Over time, this fire became an addiction. He lost his virginity at 19, on a remote ranch, with a neighbor as inexperienced as he. In the middle of the woods, they exchanged caresses until she sat on his cock for the first time. From that moment on, Rafael was never the same. Handsome, intelligent, and with that charm of someone who knows what he wants, he always attracted attention. During a weekend get-together with friends, after several drinks and heated conversations, a bet arose amid laughter and teasing: if his favorite team lost the game, they would have to pay a "punishment" chosen by the women in the circle. The team lost. And the punishment was declared: Rafael would have to masturbate in the chair where one of the girls usually sat at parties, while everyone watched. Absurd, but in that group nothing was very conventional, and he accepted. The next night, everyone was gathered in the living room, music playing in the background. Rafael sat waiting, watching, getting excited by videos on his phone as the tension rose. When the girl got up to get a drink, everyone's eyes turned to him. Rafael stood slowly, took out his cock—thick, white, hard, and 9 inches long, throbbing with desire. The girls held their breath. He began touching himself right there, with the utmost naturalness, looking into the eyes of those who stared at him. Every movement was a provocation. He rubbed his head against the chair, spreading his pre-cum across the seat, leaving trails of pleasure as he moaned softly. When the girl returned and saw the scene, she froze, surprised, but didn't run away. Rafael pulled her firmly, pressed her body against his, and whispered in her ear: "You're such a slut, I'm going to cum for you to see." And he came. Hard. Jets and jets splashed onto her blouse, the chair, the floor… until he hit a friend nearby. The entire room was in shock, but no one interrupted; they were mesmerized. The stepmother, who had been called to the scene after the incident, arrived in time to see part of the finished scene on the cell phones of those present. And when she saw the video—that huge cock, the surrender, the explicit lust—she looked at Rafael as if seeing him in a new way. She said nothing. She simply called him firmly, led him to the guest room, and locked the door. "Now I'm going to teach you how to deal with the damage that this dick causes..." The rest of the night no one knew for sure what happened. But the muffled noise of the bed and the stepmother's moans left little doubt. Story copyright: Davi_1 #eroticstory