I comfort my mature stepmother during a storm

Amidst a torrential downpour, I rushed to my stepmother's aid, finding her in distress. Her request was unexpected, but I obliged, leading her to my bedroom for comfort. As I tenderly removed her wet clothing, I noticed her arousal, a sight that stirred a deep desire within me. I couldn't resist the allure of her mature beauty, and as she reclined on the bed, I allowed myself to explore her intimate folds with my fingers. Her moans filled the room as I lavished attention on her, my tongue dancing over her sensitive areas. I knew she craved more, and I was more than willing to oblige. I took her to the edge, my fingers working magic on her, eliciting waves of pleasure that left her breathless. Our encounter was far from over, and as I continued to explore, I knew we had only just begun. This was a fetish that had been lying dormant, waiting for the perfect moment to be unleashed.