The house was too quiet when Sora came home from college for the summer break. He’d been looking forward to seeing his stepmother, Maya, again since he left three months ago. At eighteen, Sora had developed into a handsome young man, tall and muscular with dark hair that fell across his forehead. His father had been gone on business for weeks, leaving Maya alone in the large suburban home they shared.

He found her in the kitchen, wearing nothing but a thin silk robe that barely covered her curves. Her long blonde hair cascaded over her shoulders as she leaned over the counter, reaching for something in the cabinet. The fabric of her robe stretched taut across her round ass, revealing everything underneath.

“Hey,” Sora said, his voice catching slightly.

Maya turned, a bottle of wine in her hand. “Sora! You’re home early.” She smiled, her eyes lingering on his body appreciatively. “How was the drive?”

“Fine,” he managed, unable to take his eyes off her exposed thighs. “Long.”

“I’m glad you’re back,” she purred, walking toward him slowly. The way she moved was hypnotic, deliberate and seductive. “I’ve missed having someone… interesting around here.”