"Eden, get off me! What the hell do you think you're doing?" I yelled."You know exactly what I'm doing, Marg," he answered."I know what you want, and the answer is No, No, No, Eden!""Unfortunately, Marg," he said, "it's out of your hands now and in mine."He had me in front of him, but my back was against his chest and I couldn't turn around. He was feeling me up, squeezing my tits and pinching my nipples. His lips were on my neck, kissing and nipping in that way I had always found dangerously distracting, no matter who was doing it.I am Marg Mortimer. Eden is my stepson, and things had changed since my last rejection of his advances. I had guessed this might happen, but I wasn't sure which path it would take — his determination or my resistance. Now I was finding out. He was on a mission."Eden, I'm your mother!" I told him over my shoulder."No you're not, Marg!""Eden, I am," I bleated. His constant squeezing of my breasts, the way he pinched my nipples, and those relentless ki
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