Yoga Mat Seduction By Stepmom

Stepmom's Naughty Yoga Mat Confession

Vanessa pushed open the front door and the cool air of the house hit her overheated skin like a slap. She was still breathing hard from the ninety-minute hot yoga class, her chestnut hair plastered to her neck, skin glistening with a thick sheen of sweat. The black high-waisted leggings clung to every curve of her athletic legs and ass like a second skin, soaked through at the crotch. Her matching sports bra barely contained her full, firm tits, the fabric dark with moisture between them.

She dropped her keys on the table and froze.

There, in the middle of the living room floor, was her personal yoga mat. And stretched out on it in nothing but loose gray workout shorts was her nineteen-year-old stepson, Jake.

He was doing slow, controlled push-ups, the hard muscles of his back and shoulders flexing with each rep. His big hands were planted right where her pussy had been grinding against the mat less than an hour ago. The thought sent a filthy jolt straight to her clit.

Jake looked up, catching her stare. His green eyes widened slightly at the sight of her—flushed, sweaty, nipples stiff against the thin bra.

“Hey… I hope you don’t mind,” he said, voice a little rough. “The gym mat is still in the car and I wanted to stretch after my run. This one’s way better.”

Vanessa’s pulse thundered in her ears. That mat was still warm from her body. Still soaked with the scent of her. During the hip openers she had spent half the class imagining Jake’s thick cock splitting her open while she panted into her towel. Now here he was, lying on the evidence like it was nothing.

She smiled, slow and dangerous.

“You’re on Stepmom’s naughty yoga mat, Jake.”