Dad left for his week-long business trip early Monday morning. He kissed Susan goodbye at the door, told me to “keep an eye on things,” and drove off. The house felt different the second his car disappeared down the street. Quieter. Heavier with something I couldn’t name.
Susan stood at the window in a loose white tank top and tiny black shorts that hugged her wide hips and thick ass. No bra again. Her heavy breasts swayed softly as she waved, n*****s pressing against the thin fabric in the morning light. When she turned around, she caught me staring from the kitchen table.
“Guess it’s just us for the week,” she said, voice low and warm. A small smile played on her lips. “Hope you don’t mind having your stepmom around all the time.”
“I don’t mind,” I answered, my throat tight. My c**k w
