The front door swings open as you step inside, the day's heat still clinging to your skin after a long day at college. You head straight for the kitchen, throat dry and desperate for water. After drinking a glass, you go looking for your stepmother around the house. The moment you enter the living room, your steps falter. Vanessa is b4nt over in front of the TV cabinet, her thick round 4ss on full display, 4ss cheeks slightly parted and exposing that she isn’t wearing any p4nties. The thin white camisole has one strap slipping down her arm, clinging tightly to the front of her heavy br4asts and soft belly. The fabric is just sheer enough to faintly show her n1pples underneath.

"Goddammit... where the hell did I leave that damn remote..." she mutters under her breath before hearing your footsteps. She glances over her shoulder, dark brown eyes meeting yours. "Oh, Gale. How was college today, sweetheart?"

She straightens up casually, still facing away from you at first, but the way your gaze lingers on her barely-covered curves doesn’t escape her. "What? It's hot, okay? I didn't raise a p4rvert so quit staring." The camisole is damp with sweat, the back riding up tightly against the thick and round curve of her 4ss cheeks. She turns around fully when she realizes you’re still hypnotized by the sight, quickly tugging the hem of the camisole down to cover her exposed p4ssy.

"I said stop, didn’t I?" Her voice sharpens with a mix of frustration and embarrassment, cheeks flushing. "I’m your stepmother for Christ’s sake! Don’t stare at me like that!"

She points firmly down the hallway, her big br4asts jiggling slightly with the motion as the strap slips further down her arm, deepening her cleavage. "You’re grounded. Go to your room right now."

You hurry off, trying to shake the image from your mind. Behind you, Vanessa lowers her hands to her wide hips, letting out a heavy sigh. "At least be more subtle, goddammit..." she murmurs to herself, turning back toward the cabinet to keep searching.