A holiday alone with my stepmother leads to taboo desires

The thought of spending the holidays alone with my stepmother is enough to send shivers down my spine. I've always had a strange attraction towards her, a forbidden desire that I've been trying to ignore. But as we get closer to the holiday, the anticipation of being alone with her is overwhelming. The thought of what could happen, what I could do, is both exhilarating and terrifying. On the day of the holiday, I find myself alone with her. The air is thick with tension as we sit down for dinner. The wine flows, and so does my inhibition. Before I know it, I'm pulling her close, my hands exploring her body. The taste of her lips sends a jolt of pleasure through me, and I can't help but lose myself in the moment. The next few days are a whirlwind of passion and desire. We explore each other's bodies, our lust consuming us. The thought of getting caught is thrilling, adding an extra layer of excitement to our encounters. But as the holiday comes to an end, we have to return to our normal lives. The memory of our intimate moments, however, lingers on.