Lingerie Tease From Stepmom

The front door clicked shut behind Jake as he dropped his duffel bag in the foyer. The house was quiet except for the low hum of the air conditioner. His stepdad’s two-week business trip had started that morning, leaving only him and Vanessa under the same roof for the first time in years. He was twenty-two now, broad-shouldered from college weight training, no longer the awkward teenager who used to avoid looking at her too long. But some things hadn’t changed. The pull was still there, sharper than ever.

He heard the soft click of heels upstairs and followed the sound without thinking. The door to the master bedroom stood ajar, a thin slice of warm light spilling into the hallway. Jake paused, then stepped closer.

Vanessa stood in front of the full-length mirror wearing nothing but an outrageously sheer black lace bodysuit. The fabric was practically transparent, clinging to every lush curve like smoke. Her full, heavy breasts strained against the delicate cups, nipples stiff and dark, clearly visible. The high-cut legs framed the smooth swell of her hips and the shadowed cleft between her thighs. She turned slowly, studying herself, running her hands down her waist, then cupping her tits and lifting them slightly as if testing their weight. Her lips parted on a soft exhale.

She knew he was there. Jake saw it in the tiny smirk that touched the corner of her mouth, in the way she arched her back just a fraction more, pushing her ass out while pretending to adjust a strap. Their eyes met in the mirror for one electric second. Neither spoke. Heat flooded his cock so fast it made him dizzy. He backed away before he did something stupid, heart hammering as he retreated to his old room and closed the door.

That night he jerked off twice thinking about the way her nipples had looked through the lace.