Bathrobe Slip With Stepmom

I still remember the exact night it happened. Dad was gone again, this time for a week in Chicago, and my stepsister Kayla was sleeping over at her friend’s house. The air conditioning upstairs had been acting up for days, and the whole house felt like a sauna even after sunset. I was sprawled on the couch in nothing but basketball shorts, mindlessly scrolling on my phone, when Vanessa came down the stairs.

She wore that short white silk bathrobe I’d jerked off thinking about more times than I could count. The hem barely reached the tops of her smooth thighs. Every step made the thin belt slip a little looser. She had clearly just showered; her dark hair was damp and smelled like coconut. At thirty-eight she looked better than most girls my age at college. Full, heavy breasts, a tiny waist that flared into wide hips, and legs that went on forever.

“Jake, honey,” she said sweetly, stopping at the bottom of the stairs. “The AC in the master bedroom is blowing warm again. Could you come take a look? I’m melting up there.”

The robe had already loosened enough that the deep V between her breasts showed the inner curves of her tits. When she turned to lead the way I saw the bottom edge ride up, flashing the lower swell of her bare ass. No panties. My cock twitched hard against my shorts.

I followed her upstairs like a dog on a leash.

In the bedroom she pointed at the vent, bending forward at the waist to show me. The robe rode all the way up. Her ass was perfect—round, firm, and completely exposed. Between her thighs I could see the smooth, puffy lips of her shaved pussy, already glistening. She stayed like that longer than necessary, pretending to examine the dusty slats.