Balcony Tease From Stepmom
Stepmom teases her 19-year-old stepson on the balcony until he eats her pussy and fucks her senseless.
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The summer heat clung to the house like a second skin. Jake had been home from college for three weeks, and every single day had been torture.
Vanessa moved through the rooms like she owned every inch of air. At thirty-eight she was a walking wet dream—curvy hips, heavy tits that strained against whatever tiny top she wore, and long dark hair that spilled down her back. She had started “forgetting” to wear proper clothes the moment Jake walked through the door. Tiny silk slips that barely covered her ass. Sheer tank tops with no bra. Today, as the sun dipped low and painted the sky orange, she had on a white robe so thin it might as well have been mist.
Jake was on the couch pretending to scroll through his phone when her voice floated out from the balcony.
“Jake, honey? Come have a drink with me. It’s too beautiful out here to waste.”
He swallowed hard. His cock had been half-hard for days just from existing in the same house as her. Stepping outside, the warm evening air hit him, thick with the scent of her coconut lotion.
Vanessa was leaning against the railing, robe tied loosely at the waist. The setting sun turned the sheer fabric almost transparent. The outline of her stiff nipples was unmistakable. When she turned to face him, the robe slipped open another inch, revealing the smooth, shaved lips of her pussy.
“Hi,” she said, voice low and sweet, handing him a cold beer. “You’ve been so quiet since you got home. Everything okay?”
Jake took the bottle, trying not to stare. “Yeah. Just… hot.”
“Mmm. Tell me about it.” She brushed past him to sit in one of the wide balcony chairs, crossing her legs slowly. The robe parted completely for a second, giving him a full view of her bare cunt before she casually tugged the fabric back into place. “Oops.”
His dick throbbed painfully against his shorts.
They talked about nothing—college, her yoga classes, how his stepdad was working late again. Every few minutes she shifted, and the robe kept slipping. A hard pink nipple would peek out, then disappear. She would uncross her legs and he’d catch another flash of her slick, puffy slit. She never fixed it quickly. She let him look.
After twenty agonizing minutes, Vanessa set her wine glass down and looked him dead in the eye.