I hooked my thumbs into the waistband of my boxers and slid them down. My cock sprang free, thick and pulsing, standing like a rod in the humid air. I didn't rush the transition; I let the lens—and Lana—take in the full view before I stepped off the final marble ledge and submerged into the warmth of the pool.

​Lana's eyes tracked my every movement, her pupils blown wide with a dark, predatory lust. She watched the way the water distorted my size as I waded toward her, her tongue darting out to lick her bottom lip.

​"Good heavens," she breathed, her gaze fixed firmly below the waterline. "I had no idea you were... so much more gifted than your father. It seems the apple fell quite far from the tree."

​I stopped just out of arm's reach, the water lapping at my chest. "There's a lot of things you don't know about me, Lana. This is just the surface."

​She glided forward, her massive, buoyant breasts brushing against my ribcage like velvet-covered weights. She reached out underwater, her hand roaming dangerously close to my thigh. "I'm starting to realize that. So tell me, Druski... what else are you good at? Besides 'stumbling' into rooms you don't belong in?"

​Her voice was a velvet trap, her intentions laid bare in the way she arched her back, offering those heavy, wet peaks to my mouth.

​I leaned back just enough to break the contact, a playful, disciplined smirk on my face. "I don't know. I'm a man of many talents. I'm a pretty decent swimmer, for one."

​Lana laughed, a rich, throaty sound that echoed off the glass. "Swimming? You have your hot stepmom naked in a heated pool, offering to keep your secrets, and you want to talk about swimming?"

​She circled me, the water rippling over her smooth, shaved pussy and the wide flare of her hips. She looked me up and down, a challenge dawning in her amber eyes.

​"Fine. Let's see if that's just talk," she said, backing away toward the deep end. "A race. To the far wall and back. If you win, maybe I'll let you keep your dignity. But if I win..." She paused, her hands cupping her breasts and squeezing them together until the cleavage was a deep, shadowed canyon. "If I win, you have to do exactly what your 'stepmother' tells you to do. No questions asked."

​Sasha's voice boomed over the loudspeaker, sharp and delighted. "I love it. Cameras 1 and 2, get the tracking shots of the stroke. Druski, don't let her win too easily. Action!"

"On your mark," Lana chirped, her eyes dancing with the thrill of the hunt.

​"Go!" Sasha commanded.

​Lana exploded into the water with a surprisingly clean dive, her powerful legs kicking beneath the surface. I followed a split second later, cutting through the heated blue. I could have easily overtaken her—my reach was longer, my stroke more powerful—but I chose to hold back. I stayed exactly one stroke behind, positioned perfectly to watch the show.

​Under the crystal-clear water, the view was breathtaking. Lana's massive, buoyant breasts acted like a prow, swaying with every reach of her arms. But it was her backside that held my attention; her rounded, bronzed glutes flexed and shimmered with every kick, the water magnifying the rhythmic motion of her hips.

​We hit the far wall. She did a sleek flip-turn, her wet feet planting against the marble, and for a fleeting second, her shaved pussy was framed perfectly against the turquoise backdrop before she launched back toward the shallow end.

​I trailed her, watching the play of muscles in her back and the way her long hair trailed behind her like dark silk. As we neared the finish, I intentionally slowed my cadence, letting her fingers touch the marble ledge a clear three seconds before mine.

​Lana surfaced, gasping for air, her chest heaving with exertion. The movement caused her breasts to bounce violently, splashing water over her face as she let out a triumphant laugh. She wiped the water from her eyes, her expression smug and victorious.

​"I told you," she panted, leaning against the ledge so her cleavage was crushed against the cold stone. "You're just a boy playing in a woman's world, Druski."

​I surfaced slowly, slicking my hair back and leaning against the wall right next to her. "I guess I've got some practicing to do."

​"Practice time is over," she whispered, her voice returning to that dark, authoritative purr. She reached out, her wet hand grabbing the back of my neck and pulling me closer until I could feel the heat of her breath. "I won. And you know what the stakes were. You're mine now, and your 'stepmother' has a very specific punishment in mind for a boy who likes to watch."

​Sasha's voice cut through the tension, sounding deeply impressed. "Perfect. The transition from the race to the submission is gold. Camera B, get in tight on Lana's face—I want to see that 'Mother Knows Best' look. Druski, you're at her mercy. Let's see what she does with you."

Lana's grip on the back of my neck tightened, her nails grazing my skin just enough to remind me who was in control.

​"Since you're so fond of peeking, Druski, I think it's time you got a much closer look," she whispered, her voice thick with authority. "But you're not just going to stare. You're going to make yourself useful. Use that tongue and dry me off, start right here."

​She arched her back, thrusting those massive, water-slicked breasts toward my face. I leaned in, my mouth finding the valley of her cleavage first, tasting the warm, chlorinated water on her skin. I trailed my tongue upward, tracing the heavy, rounded curve of one breast until I reached the peak. Her nipple was a dark, rigid bud, and as I swirled my tongue around it, Lana let out a sharp, jagged moan that echoed off the glass walls.

​"Yes... just like that," she hissed, her fingers digging into my hair.

​As I stayed buried in her chest, Lana reached beneath the surface. Her hand searched through the warm water until her fingers wrapped around my cock. I felt a jolt go through my entire frame. The sensation was incredible—the resistance of the water made every slide of her palm feel pressurized and hyper-intense.

​She began to stroke me with a slow, naughty rhythm, her eyes locking onto mine as she marveled at the scale of me underwater.

​"My god," she breathed, her thumb tracing the rim of my head beneath the surface. "You're even bigger than I thought. So thick... so hard. It's a shame to keep something this magnificent hidden in a pool, isn't it?"

​She increased the pace, her hand moving in a tight, wet friction that felt like liquid silk. The combination of her heavy breasts against my face and her expert grip underwater was pushing me to the brink. I could see her reflection in the pool's surface, her head thrown back, her body trembling as she worked me.

​Sasha's voice came through the speaker, low and urgent. "Camera A, stay tight on the facial expressions. I want to see that struggle between his restraint and her control. Lana, keep stroking him—don't stop until I say."

Moments later.

"Enough teasing," Sasha's voice rang out, sounding thick with the tension of the room. "Lana, shut him up. Give me a deep, possessive kiss. Cameras, move in for the close-up."

​Lana didn't need to be told twice. She abandoned the "punishment" act and lunged forward, her wet mouth crashing against mine. She tasted like expensive champagne and heat, her tongue darting into my mouth with a hunger that felt less like acting and more like a riot.

​I finally broke my "innocent" stance, my hands flying up to reclaim the dominance I'd been suppressing. I gripped her massive, water-slicked breasts, my fingers sinking deep into the soft, heavy flesh. They were incredibly firm, yet they molded to my palms as I squeezed them together, watching the way her dark nipples strained against the friction.

​Lana let out a muffled moan against my lips, her body arching into mine. I slid my hands down her back, over the smooth, wet dip of her spine, until I reached the underwater swell of her ass. Her glutes felt like polished marble under the water—round, taut, and expansive.

​I didn't stop there. I guided my hand between her legs, my fingers finding the silk of her shaved pussy. The water made everything incredibly slick as I slid two fingers inside her. She was already dripping, her body completely primed for me. I began a rhythmic, "piping" motion, my fingers working her deep and steady beneath the surface.

​Lana's head snapped back, her kiss breaking into a sharp, jagged gasp as she gripped my shoulders for leverage. The underwater friction combined with the weight of her breasts heaving against my chest created a sensory storm.

​"Oh god, Druski," she choked out, her hips jerking against my hand. "You... you're going to make me forget the cameras are even here."

​Sasha leaned forward in her chair, her eyes glued to the monitor. "That's it. That's the chemistry. Stay on that rhythm, Druski. Lana, wrap your legs around him—I want to see the water splashing as he works you."

I hooked my arms under her heavy thighs and lifted her clean out of the water, the surface tension breaking with a loud splash. I carried her to the submerged marble bench in the shallow end, setting her down so she was seated with the water lapping just at her waist.

​"I'm done playing the 'good boy,' Lana," I growled, stepping between her legs. "The race is over,I'm going to take you right now."

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