Yoga Pants Tease From Stepmom

Jake pushed open the front door of the house he’d grown up in, the familiar scent of vanilla candles and clean laundry hitting him like a memory. College had been a grind, but he was finally home for the summer. He dropped his duffel bag in the hallway and froze.

In the middle of the living room, on a bright teal yoga mat, was Vanessa.

His stepmom was bent over in a perfect downward dog, wearing nothing but a tiny black sports bra and a pair of skin-tight grey yoga pants that looked painted on. The thin fabric stretched obscenely across her thick, heart-shaped ass, the seam disappearing between her cheeks and molding so tightly to her pussy that Jake could clearly see the plump outline of her camel-toe. A dark, damp spot had already started to bloom right at the crotch. She was breathing slowly, deliberately, making her ass sway just a fraction with every exhale.

On the couch, legs tucked under her, sat Mia—his nineteen-year-old stepsister. She was watching her stepmom with half-lidded eyes, chewing on her bottom lip. Her hand rested high on her own thigh, fingers drumming restlessly.

Vanessa must have sensed him. She turned her head, long auburn hair falling over one shoulder, and looked straight at him. Her green eyes dropped immediately to the front of his jeans. A slow, wicked smile curved her full lips.

“Jake,” she purred, voice low and husky from the stretch. “You’re home early.”

She didn’t straighten up. Instead, she widened her stance a little more, arching her back deeper. The yoga pants pulled even tighter. The camel-toe became obscene, the fabric clinging to every swollen fold. Jake’s cock twitched hard in his pants, thickening against his thigh in plain view.

He couldn’t look away.