The heavy oak door creaked ominously as it swung shut, sealing Shad within the dimly lit attic room. The air was thick with the musty scent of old wood and forgotten memories. Shad's heart pounded in his chest, a mix of fear and resentment bubbling within him. His father's new wife, Lady Lyvia, had ordered him locked away here, claiming he needed to learn discipline. Shad scoffed, pacing the small space. There was nothing here but a rickety wooden chair and an ornate mirror mounted on the wall.The mirror was unlike any Shad had seen before. Its frame was intricately carved with vines and flowers, giving it an almost ethereal appearance. As he approached it, a strange sensation washed over him, as if the mirror was alive, watching him. Curiosity piqued, Shad reached out and touched the cool glass."Show me Lady Lyvia," he whispered, half-expecting nothing to happen.To his astonishment, the surface of the mirror shimmered like water before clearing to reveal the image of Lady Lyvia. She was in her private chambers, preparing for a bath. Shad's breath caught in his throat as she began to undress. Her movements were graceful, almost hypnotic, as she slipped out of her black gown, letting it pool at her feet.Shad's eyes widened as he took in her naked form. Lady Lyvia's body was a masterpiece of curves and contours. Her breasts were full and round, nipples dark and erect, standing proudly atop her ample chest. Her waist narrowed dramatically, leading to hips that flared outwards, framing a perfectly rounded ass. Shad's gaze traveled lower, to the juncture between her thighs, where her pussy lay hidden, though the hint of its shape was tantalizingly visible.Lady Lyvia stepped into a large, steaming bathtub, sighing contentedly as she sank into the warm water. She leaned back, closing her eyes, but only for a moment. With a languid movement, she reached down and began to caress her own breasts, pinching her nipples between her fingers. Shad watched, mesmerized, as she played with herself, her hands moving with a sensual rhythm that made his own body react in kind.Her other hand drifted lower, slipping beneath the surface of the water. Shad could see the outline of her fingers as they moved, teasing and exploring. Lady Lyvia's moans filled the room, echoing through the mirror and into Shad's ears. He could see her face, flushed with pleasure, her lips parted as she gasped and whimpered.Shad's own breathing grew heavier, his pulse racing as he watched Lady Lyvia's fingers delve deeper, her movements becoming more urgent. Her hips shifted, lifting slightly out of the water as she sought greater satisfaction. The sight was intoxicating, and Shad found himself leaning closer to the mirror, as if he could somehow be part of the scene unfolding before him.Lady Lyvia's climax was sudden and intense. Her body tensed, her back arching as she cried out, her fingers working furiously. Shad watched, spellbound, as she shuddered through her release, her entire body quivering with the force of it. When it was over, she sank back into the water, spent and sated, her chest heaving with each deep breath.Shad stepped back from the mirror, his mind reeling from what he had witnessed. The image of Lady Lyvia, so powerful and alluring, lingered in his thoughts, stirring desires he had never before acknowledged. He knew he should feel guilty for spying on her, but instead, a thrill of excitement coursed through him. This magic mirror had opened up a world of forbidden pleasures, and Shad was eager to explore it further.

In this chapter, Shad is locked in an attic by his father's new wife. Shad finds a magic mirror that shows him Lady Lyvia undressing and masturbating. He watches as she climaxes, becoming aroused by the sight.

The heavy oak door creaked ominously as it swung shut, sealing Shad within the dimly lit attic room. The air was thick with the musty scent of old wood and forgotten memories. Shad's heart pounded in his chest, a mix of fear and resentment bubbling within him. His father's new wife, Lady Lyvia, had ordered him locked away here, claiming he needed to learn discipline. Shad scoffed, pacing the small space. There was nothing here but a rickety wooden chair and an ornate mirror mounted on the wall.

The mirror was unlike any Shad had seen before. Its frame was intricately carved with vines and flowers, giving it an almost ethereal appearance. As he approached it, a strange sensation washed over him, as if the mirror was alive, watching him. Curiosity piqued, Shad reached out and touched the cool glass.

"Show me Lady Lyvia," he whispered, half-expecting nothing to happen.

To his astonishment, the surface of the mirror shimmered like water before clearing to reveal the image of Lady Lyvia. She was in her private chambers, preparing for a bath. Shad's breath caught in his throat as she began to undress. Her movements were graceful, almost hypnotic, as she slipped out of her black gown, letting it pool at her feet.

Shad's eyes widened as he took in her naked form. Lady Lyvia's body was a masterpiece of curves and contours. Her breasts were full and round, nipples dark and erect, standing proudly atop her ample chest. Her waist narrowed dramatically, leading to hips that flared outwards, framing a perfectly rounded ass. Shad's gaze traveled lower, to the juncture between her thighs, where her pussy lay hidden, though the hint of its shape was tantalizingly visible.

Lady Lyvia stepped into a large, steaming bathtub, sighing contentedly as she sank into the warm water. She leaned back, closing her eyes, but only for a moment. With a languid movement, she reached down and began to caress her own breasts, pinching her nipples between her fingers. Shad watched, mesmerized, as she played with herself, her hands moving with a sensual rhythm that made his own body react in kind.

Her other hand drifted lower, slipping beneath the surface of the water. Shad could see the outline of her fingers as they moved, teasing and exploring. Lady Lyvia's moans filled the room, echoing through the mirror and into Shad's ears. He could see her face, flushed with pleasure, her lips parted as she gasped and whimpered.

Shad's own breathing grew heavier, his pulse racing as he watched Lady Lyvia's fingers delve deeper, her movements becoming more urgent. Her hips shifted, lifting slightly out of the water as she sought greater satisfaction. The sight was intoxicating, and Shad found himself leaning closer to the mirror, as if he could somehow be part of the scene unfolding before him.

Lady Lyvia's climax was sudden and intense. Her body tensed, her back arching as she cried out, her fingers working furiously. Shad watched, spellbound, as she shuddered through her release, her entire body quivering with the force of it. When it was over, she sank back into the water, spent and sated, her chest heaving with each deep breath.

Shad stepped back from the mirror, his mind reeling from what he had witnessed. The image of Lady Lyvia, so powerful and alluring, lingered in his thoughts, stirring desires he had never before acknowledged. He knew he should feel guilty for spying on her, but instead, a thrill of excitement coursed through him. This magic mirror had opened up a world of forbidden pleasures, and Shad was eager to explore it further.

Shad's father has recently gotten remarried to a powerful witch named Lady Lyvia, a buxom woman with a fantastic figure. But she is as cruel as she is beautiful. She locks Shad in a small, musty room in the attic. But that room holds a secret: a magic mirror, which Shad will use to enact filthy and humiliating revenge upon his stepmother.

The Mirror of Lust: Step-son spies on his wicked step-mother

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