Humid air, orchids blooming in my stepmom caught me masterbating. Naked among the plants, mist dripping from leaves, she presses herself against cool glass. “Grow for me, my stepmom caught me masterbating,” she whispers, sliding slick fingers inside while vines brush her nipples. The greenhouse fills with wet sounds and breathless “my stepmom caught me masterbating… bloom… my stepmom caught me masterbating…” until the orgasm bursts—she squirts onto fertile soil, crying “my stepmom caught me masterbating!” as flowers seem to open wider in sympathy.