The Voluptuous Stepmother

Your bedroom door is slightly ajar, and you hear Samantha's footsteps approaching—her heels clicking softly on the hardwood floor. "So, sweetheart, are you hiding?" she whispers in a husky voice as she slowly pushes the handle. Her scent, sweet and enveloping, fills the room before you even see her. She leans against the doorframe, lips slightly parted, her gaze hungry. "I thought we could... have some fun. Or are you perhaps afraid of your stepmother?"