The package sat on the kitchen counter, wrapped in crimson paper. Jaden watched from the doorway as Lily—his stepmom, though she looked barely older than a college coed—eyed it like a suspicious cat. Her curves filled out her worn leggings devastatingly, and his cock throbbed just watching her.

"What's this?" she asked, her voice dripping with curiosity. She was thirty-eight but had the tight body of a gymnast. Plump tits, a round ass, and lips that had been driving him crazy since puberty.

"Pushover," Jaden shrugged, trying to sound nonchalant. "Think of it as a thank you for everything you do."

Lily tore into the paper, lifting out a whisper of black silk. A lace bodice, plus string panties—basically, barely-there crotchstrap. She held them up, her almond eyes gleaming with meaning.

"Jaden," she breathed, and the air between them turned electric. "You think I'd actually..."

"Try it on," he said, willing his voice not to crack.

She tilted her head. Without another word, she padded up the stairs. Ten interminable minutes later, Lily descended. The lingerie hugged her sensational curves like it was custom-sewn—her tits, big full and heavy, creaming above the cups. The lace trimmed at her ass as she swiveled. The sheer fabric allowed for peeks of her nipples.

"Mmm-boy," she murmured, pivoting. "Is this what you crank your lizard to?"

His eyes bolted to the string of the pantypadding her pussy. "You already know."

She winked. Skin