Through the keyhole SD

He approached the door carefully, trying not to make a sound. the floorboards creaked under his feet, but he froze each time, so as not to give away his presence. there was a tiny crack by the door, barely noticeable, but enough to see what was going on inside. in the room, his stepmother was standing by the bed. she was busy, slowly putting on thin cappuccino-colored nylon tights. her movements were leisurely, smooth, almost ritualistic. the fabric stretched over her skin, lying flat and smooth. the light from the window fell softly on it, emphasizing the curves and translucency of the material. he watched without blinking. his breathing became faster. he began to jerk off into her nylon stocking. and suddenly - she stopped. as if she felt something. she turned her head. first slightly, then sharply - straight towards the door. he pulled back. his heart pounded. and he finished quickly. but he didn't know what was waiting for him next, because his stepmother was already ready to give him a good footjobs.