Busty Step Mom is Stuck in the Sink – Nikki Brooks

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It was just a regular day in a suburban household. The sun was shining through the kitchen windows, casting a warm glow on the marble countertops. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee wafted through the air. Sarah, the young teenager, groggily stumbled into the kitchen wearing her pink silk pajamas, her blonde hair disheveled from sleep.

As she reached the kitchen island, she stopped in her tracks. Her stepmom, Amy, was trying to contort herself into the sink. Amy, with her voluptuous figure, was having trouble fitting her ample bosom between the faucet and the aluminum basin. The sodium lamp lights illuminated her features as she frowned, her green eyes squinted in concentration,

Sarah couldn’t help but stare. Amy’s curves were a sight to behold – her DD-cup breasts threatened to rip out of her low-cut tank top. Her round bottom was barely covered by a pair of cotton shorts that crept dangerously high on her thick, creamy thighs. Sarah felt a hot flush spread through her cheeks and neck, and she quickly averted her gaze, feigning a cough.

“Oh, hey Sarah,” Amy said, looking up. Her golden locks cascaded over her shoulders. “I’m sorry if I startled you. I’m just trying to get into the sink to clean it properly. Unfortunately, my ass won’t let me get under it.”

Sarah laughed nervously. “It’s okay, Mom. Looks kinda hard to maneuver with your – eh, size.” She gestured vaguely at Amy’s bosom.

Amy chuckled and rubbed her temple. “You don’t say. Well, wish me luck!”

With a grunt, she began to slither under the sink counter. Her shorts rode up even more, exposing a tantalizing glimpse of her plump butt cheeks. Sarah gulped, transfixed by the mesmerizing sway of Amy’s hips as she struggled to fit. Finally, she slid herself under the appliance, her tits pressing into the cold metal of the basin.

Lying on her back, Amy’s arms were splayed to the side, as she turned on the faucet with her foot. Warm, soapy water began to pour over her chest. She gasped at the temperature and arched her back, creating an enticing valley between her breasts. Sarah couldn’t tear her eyes away from the perky mounds, now dripping with water and soap bubbles.

Time seemed to stretch on as Sarah ogled her stepmom’s tantalizing body, half-lost in a sexually charged haze. Amy began to hum as she scrubbed, her chest rising and falling with each breath. Her wet shirt clung to her body, highlighting the shadowy outline of her nipples.

Lost in her trance, Sarah had forgotten she was still standing there when Amy suddenly called out, “Could you pass me the spray nozzle, sweetie? It slipped out of my hand.”

Sarah jumped, snapping out of her reverie. “Of course! Yes, here you go!” She hastily grabbed the device and leaned in close to place it in Amy’s waiting palm. As she did so, her silk robe fell open slightly, revealing her chest. Amy glanced up and did a double take, her eyes widening.

Sarah quickly closed her robe and stepped back, blushing furiously. “I uh, I should go get changed and dressed for school.” She turned to flee.

Amy paused, looking thoughtful. “Wait, before you go, I just wanted to ask – you’re looking lovely today, sweetheart. Everything alright?”

Sarah paused by the kitchen door, unsure of what to say. She bit her lip. “I… I think you’re looking pretty amazing yourself, Mom. And I love your voice. It’s so… sultry.” With that awkward comment, Sarah high-tailed it upstairs, her face burning hotter than the sun.

As she ran up the stairs, Sarah knew she was in trouble. She couldn’t stop thinking about her stepmom lying in the sink, her bountiful tits on full display, sparkling with bubbles and water. Sarah could almost feel the slick wetness again creeping between her thighs.

She spent the rest of the morning getting ready for school in a daze, barely noticing what she was putting on. Her mind was far away with Amy.

By the time she arrived home from the bus stop that afternoon, the entire episode had already seemed surreal. Sarah berated herself for feeling so attracted to her own stepmom, ashamed of having such naughty thoughts.

Until she walked inside…

There was Amy again, leaning over the kitchen counter, braless and rubbing lotion on her legs, wearing nothing but cutoffs. Sarah’s eyes zeroed in on Amy’s full, naked breasts, and in a flash, she was right back under Amy’s spell.

Amy glanced up as Sarah entered, smiling sweetly. “Hey honey, just in time! I missed you today.” She stretched her arms above her head, arching her back in a sinuous, sensuous movement and puckering her lips.

Their eyes locked. Amy quickly dropped her arms down, but continued to hold Sarah’s gaze. Sarah felt like she was drowning in those deep, inviting green eyes.

Amy flashed a mischievous grin and giggled, grabbing her shirt. “You just missed the bus again… silly me!” She threw her frayed denim shirt over her shoulders, but left it unbuttoned as she sauntered over to pour herself some lemonade in a frosty glass.

Sarah stood frozen in the doorway. Her t-shirt felt too tight, her skin soaked with sweat. She opened her mouth to speak but no words came out.

Amy, now leaning back against the island, curved her fingers and crooked them suggestively in Sarah’s direction. “C’mere and have some lemonade before you get all hot and bothered, dear. It’s good for you.”