What He's Really Watching

Dee Williams smoothed lotion over her thighs, shaking her head at her stepson Elias hunched out back with those binoculars. Kid loved his birds lately. Then she shifted and caught the lens fixed straight on her tits. Tracked the tiny twitch in his wrist like a damn laser. She yanked open the sliding door, hauled him in by the collar, and let him have it. He didn't even try to lie. Said he'd been hard for her since last summer's pool party, and figured staring was safer than grabbing. Promised if she let him fuck her he'd quit the spy games for good. She watched him squirm, cheeks on fire, and somehow that nervous little grin softened her up. She shoved his shoulder onto the couch, climbed on, and showed him exactly what he'd been jerking to behind the glass.