Green-Eyed Stepmom

Alina was still fussing with her clothes when Aderes poked her head around the door. Surprise hit both of them at the same time—Alina in her purple bra and matching thong, half-twirling for the mirror, and Aderes catching an unasked-for eyeful of bare ass and lacy straps. She should’ve backed away. Instead she lingered, heart thumping, eyes glued to Alina’s curves. First outfit Alina tried was a pale sundress that showed more than it hid, nipples faintly pressing the fabric. Aderes’s pulse spiked. Next came the black crop-top-and-skirt combo—tiny, shiny, fuck-me-now obvious. Alina bent over to fix a heel, giving Aderes a clear shot of thong nestled between cheeks, and that’s when the mom’s restraint finally snapped. “Absolutely not,” Aderes barked when Alina muttered she planned to get railed tonight. Alina yelped, spun, saw her stepmom hovering in the doorway with red cheeks and hard nipples under a thin shirt. “You’ve been watching?” Alina asked, one brow arching. Aderes swallowed, then nodded. “Because I can’t stop thinking about you.” Silence crackled between them for half a second. Then Alina grinned, slow and wicked. She stepped close enough that Aderes could smell lotion and warm skin. “Prove it,” Alina whispered, dragging a fingertip down Aderes’s collarbone. The sundress hit the floor moments later. So did any chance Alina would make her date on time.