Sarah's Stepmom Robe Falls Open

I couldn’t sleep. Again.

The house was too quiet with Dad gone on another week-long business trip and my stepsister Kayla out partying with her friends until God knows when. I lay in bed staring at the ceiling for over an hour before giving up and padding downstairs in nothing but a pair of loose gray sweatpants. The kitchen light was off, but a warm golden glow spilled from the living room. I figured someone had left a lamp on.

Then I saw her.

Vanessa was curled up on the big sectional sofa with a glass of red wine, wearing that fucking velvet robe I’d been jerking off to for months. The deep burgundy fabric looked almost black in the low light, sliding over her full, heavy tits and the smooth curve of her thighs like it was painted on. The belt was barely knotted. Every time she shifted, the robe gapped at the chest, flashing the inner swell of one breast, or parted at the thigh to show miles of toned leg all the way up to the crease where her ass met her hip. She pretended to be absorbed in the book in her lap, but I knew better.

She knew I was there.

I froze in the doorway like a deer in headlights, my mouth suddenly dry. At twenty-two I wasn’t some awkward virgin, but something about my stepmom destroyed every ounce of game I thought I had. Vanessa was thirty-eight and built like a wet dream—curvy hips, tiny waist, and tits that strained against anything she wore. Her dark chestnut hair spilled over one shoulder, and those full lips were painted a deep, fuck-me red even this late at night.

“Couldn’t sleep either, Jake?” Her voice was low, smoky, like she’d already had two glasses. She didn’t look up right away, but when she did, her hazel eyes dragged slowly down my bare chest and lingered on the growing bulge in my sweats before flicking back to my face. The corner of her mouth twitched.

“Just… water,” I managed.

She lifted her wine glass in a lazy salute. “Help yourself. There’s a bottle open if you want something stronger.”

I should have gone back upstairs. Instead I walked into the living room like a man stepping off a cliff. I grabbed a bottle of water from the mini-fridge behind the bar, but my eyes kept drifting back to her. The robe had slipped again. The knot had loosened and the left side of the velvet had fallen open enough to show the full rounded weight of her left breast, the nipple a dusky rose, already tight. Lower down, the fabric had parted over one smooth, bare thigh all the way to the shadowed cleft between her legs. No panties. Just soft, naked pussy.

My cock surged so hard it actually hurt.