My name is Ryan. I’m twenty-four, just finished my junior year of college, and I’m back home for the summer. The house feels the same as always — same creaky stairs, same backyard with the old basketball hoop — but everything changed six months ago when my dad got married again.
Her name is Susan.
She’s forty-one, and from the first time I saw her, she’s been stuck in my head like a dirty song I can’t turn off. She has this body that makes my mouth go dry every time she walks into a room. Full, heavy breasts that bounce just a little when she moves. A soft, curved waist that flares out into wide hips and a thick, round ass that fills out every pair of jeans or shorts she wears. Long auburn hair that usually falls loose down her back, and bright green eyes that always seem to catch mine a
