Stepmom’s steamy tea time with her stepson

He pants softly for a while before looking at the mess on his stomach. XXX “Yeah, sure. He was wearing a maroon and black striped sweater, and dirty black jeans with a pair of black skater shoes. “Come stay at my place for tonight, you can use my shower and do some of the laundry you have in there,” I urge, pointing at his backpack. “Do you have a place to stay tonight, Curtis?” I ask softly, my mind racing and confused. A moment later, he puts a pile of clothes outside the bathroom door, smiling sheepishly. We made eye contact once or twice, and I could feel his pain in those seconds. “Thanks again for letting me stay here.