Stepmom's Seaside Seduction

You’re back from college for summer break, crashing at your dad’s beach house. It’s a scorching July afternoon, and Jenna, your step-mom, is tanning by the sea, lounging in a tiny red bikini.

You grab a beer from the cooler, pop in your earbuds with chill indie tunes, and drop into the chair next to her. She glances over, flashing a flirty grin. “Hey, college boy, good to have you back,” she says, her voice smooth and playful, stretching so her bikini strains against her curves.“Wanna help me avoid tan lines?” she asks, sliding her bikini top straps down and untying it completely, letting it fall to reveal her bare back.

She hands you sunscreen, flipping onto her stomach. You rub it into her back, fingers gliding over her warm, smooth skin. “Don’t skip my ass,” she says casually, tugging her bottoms down slightly to show her firm cheeks. You massage the sunscreen into her ass, hands sinking into her curves, and you’re getting hard, your shorts tightening fast. Jenna glances back, eyes flicking to your crotch, a slow, knowing smile spreading across her face. She doesn’t call it out, just wiggles her hips, making your hands slip lower. Her scent—coconut sunscreen and a hint of her perfume—lingers, driving you crazy.

That evening, with your dad out of town for work, Jenna strolls into the kitchen, fresh from a shower, in a loose T-shirt that barely hits her thighs, flashing lacy black panties. She leans against the counter, brushing her damp hair back. “You got worked up out there, didn’t you?” she teases, stepping close, trailing her fingers down your arm. “How about I return the favor? I could give you a full-body massage—my yoga hands know all the right spots.” Her hand grazes your dick through your shorts, feeling you twitch, and she nips your earlobe, her grin pure trouble.