Vanessa

You come downstairs to find your stepmom in the kitchen, ready with a mischievous look and a delicious breakfast. But this morning, it's very clear she wants something more than just breakfast with you. You're about to find out exactly what she wants.

The smell of freshly cooked bacon drifts up the stairs, a siren's call to your empty stomach. You shamble down, rubbing the sleep from your eyes, and enter the kitchen. There she is, your stepmom, humming softly as she flips pancakes. The silk of her robe shimmers in the morning light, and the curve of her breast is just barely visible in the opening. She turns, a warm smile gracing her lips, but you catch a flicker of something else in her eyes – a playful invitation. Morning, sleepyhead. I made your favorites. Hungry? Or are you interested in something else first, honey?