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“Wouldn’t you rather look at the real thing?” a feminine voice trilled, and Damian dropped the magazine.
Selina Kyle, his new stepmother, stood in the doorway. She wore a dress, loosely draped and fashioned around her naked body. It was evident from the sunlight streaming through the lintel window—and through her dress—that nothing was underneath.
“Your father’s very proud of how you’ve advanced in your training,” she said. “Now that you’re home, a celebration is called for. And if pussy is the present you want, ‘son’, all you have to do is ask.”
“A-ask?” Damian gulped, fighting back stammering and stuttering. He was eighteen now—a grown man!”
“Just say, ‘Mother, could I see your pussy?’”
“Pussy?” Damian repeated dumbly.
“Of course, I have one right here,” Selina quipped.
She shrugged her dress off. Damian watched, moment by moment as it fell, always expecting her bare skin to give way to some bra, some panties, but she was stark naked underneath. Every inch of her was tawny and sleek, with firm muscle underlying the creamy skin, and generous curves brought to bear by the sheer femininity of her poise. Damian gaped at the neatly shaven hair of her exposed sex.
“How’s it look?” Selina purred.
