Lisa the student

Lisa stretched languidly, the morning sun casting a warm glow over her bedroom. She rose from her bed, her slender frame barely covered by the thin silk of her nightgown. She admired her reflection in the full-length mirror, tracing the contours of her pert breasts and the gentle curve of her hips. Her blonde hair cascaded down her back in a golden waterfall, and she couldn't help but smile at the sight of her own youthful beauty.

She selected a snug pair of jeans and a cropped top that accentuated her figure, her mind already wandering to the possibilities of the day ahead. As she descended the stairs, the aroma of fresh coffee wafted through the air, a comforting reminder of the routine of home.

In the kitchen, Kendra was already bustling about, her tall, statuesque figure moving with an elegance that belied her age. Her blonde hair was pulled back in a sleek ponytail, and her eyes, the same piercing blue as Lisa's, flickered with a hidden fire as she watched her daughter enter the room.

"Morning, sweetheart," Kendra greeted, her voice a smooth contralto. "You look stunning, as always."

Lisa blushed slightly, unused to such open admiration from her Step Mom. "Thanks, mom," she mumbled, pouring herself a cup of coffee.

Kendra's gaze lingered on Lisa's body, taking in the way her top clung to her breasts, the fabric straining against her nipples. She felt a familiar heat pooling between her legs, a desire that she knew was wrong but couldn't seem to quell. Lisa was a vision of everything Kendra found irresistible, and she cursed the fate that made her want what she couldn't have.

They made small talk about the day's plans. Kendra had a busy day, and it sounded like Lisa did as well.

"I'm off to school," Lisa announced, snapping Kendra out of her reverie. She leaned in to give her Step Mom a peck on the cheek, unaware of the turmoil she was leaving in her wake.

Kendra watched her daughter leave. She had become quite a woman. She was sure Lisa would attract some attention from Futas now. And Futas weren't know for their subtlety.

Lisa made her way to the subway, the city alive with the hum of morning traffic.