Sophia Locke in Step Mom Only Wears a Towel While We are on Vacation

The Vacation Fiasco

It was supposed to be the perfect family vacation. sunny weather, pristine beaches, and quality time together. Little did I know, fate had other plans. Plans that involved my buxom stepmother, Sophia Locke, and her penchant for indecent towels that barely covered her most intimate areas.

The first day at the beach was a scorcher. The heat was oppressive, and the sun felt like it was baking our skin. Sophia decided to wear a itsy bitsy bikini, her ample chest spilling out of the strained cups. I tried to avoid staring, but her tanned skin glistened in the sun, begging for attention. Dad seemed oblivious, engrossed in his book, while Mom lounged next to him, sipping her iced tea.

As the day wore on, Sophia’s bikini top became increasingly loose. With each shift, I caught a glimpse of her pink nipples peeking out. My heart raced, and I found it difficult to concentrate on my magazine. Mom didn’t seem to notice, but I suspected she was purposely teasing me.

That evening, as we returned to our rented beach house, exhausted from the day’s activities, Sophia announced she was going to take a shower. I watched her saunter up the stairs, her towel barely reaching mid-thigh. She turned to catch me staring and gifted me with a wink before disappearing into the bathroom.

Before long, I heard a scream. Rushing upstairs, I found Sophia standing in the hallway, dripping wet and wrapped in a towel that left little to the imagination. “The water’s ice cold!” she exclaimed, shivering. “I can’t seem to get any hot water!”

I offered to look at the faucets while she waited in the bedroom. As I fiddled with the knobs, I could feel her eyes on me. Glancing back, I saw she’d kicked off the towel, standing fully naked, water droplets clinging to her skin. I swallowed hard, my mind racing with inappropriate thoughts.

“Find anything?” she asked, stepping closer. I shook my head, my eyes fixated on her heaving chest. She leaned over my shoulder, her bare breasts pressing against my back. I tensed, my skin on fire from her touch.

“There’s nothing I can do,” I stammered, stepping away. “You’ll have to wait for it to warm up.”

“Oh no,” she pouted. “And it’s so cold in here. Do you mind if I join you? We can share your blanket to keep warm.”

I knew it was a bad idea, but I nodded anyway. Sophia smiled deviously and slid into bed next to me. Her bare skin was cold and smooth against mine. I tried to focus on the movie playing on the TV, but her proximity made it impossible.

Sometime later, I woke to find Sophia’s hand resting on my chest. She stirred, her breasts pressing into my arm. I froze, unsure what to do next. Then, slowly, her hand crept lower, lingering at the waistband of my pajamas.

Biting my lip, I resisted the urge to pull her hand away. Instead, I repeated the message in my head: she was my stepmother. This was wrong. I had to stop this… But my body refused to cooperate.

Sophia traced her fingers along the length of my hardening shaft through the fabric. I tensed, a muffled groan escaping my lips. Daringly, she slipped her hand inside my pajamas and gripped my cock, pumping slowly.

I tried to protest, but my words failed me. Instead, I flipped her onto her back and pinned her wrists above her head. She squirmed beneath me, her hips bucking against my own. “I’ve seen the way you look at me,” she purred. “I know you want this as much as I do.”

Defeated, I kissed her hard, my tongue exploring her mouth. She returned my kiss with fervor, her own tongue tangling with mine. Releasing her wrists, I cupped her breast, my thumb circling her stiffening nipple.

Sophia sat up, pushing me back onto the bed. She straddled my waist, her slick heat grinding against my cock. “Fuck me,” she demanded, reaching between us to guide me into her tight, wet channel.

I thrust into her hard, pounding relentlessly as she bounced on my lap. Her breasts jiggled with each movement, drawing my gaze. Leaning down, I took a nipple into my mouth, sucking and nibbling the sensitive bud.

Sophia cried out, her walls clenching around me. “So good,” she gasped, riding me faster. “Don’t stop!”

My hips snapped up to meet her, each plunge deeper than the last. The bed creaked beneath us, threatening to collapse from the force of our coupling. I could feel my release building but refused to finish before her.

Sliding a hand between us, I found her swollen clit, rubbing the sensitive nub in small circles. Sophia spasmed around me, her orgasm crashing over her in intense waves. I followed moments later, spilling deep inside her.

We collapsed together, our bodies slick with sweat. Sophia nuzzled my neck, pressing soft kisses to my skin. As much as I hated to admit it, this had been the best vacation yet. A little family bonding, but much naughtier than expected.

Just then, the bathroom door opened, and Dad emerged, rubbing his eyes. “Did somebody call for hot water?” he yawned, oblivious to the scene before him.

Sophia and I exchanged a guilty glance, hopefully hiding our nefarious deed. “Remember what happened, Bobby,” she whispered, a sly smile playing on her lips. I nodded, already looking forward to round two.