Home with Kendra

The suburban home was awash with the golden hue of the setting sun as Lisa pushed open the front door, her schoolbag slung over one shoulder. The house was quiet, save for the soft clinking of pots and pans coming from the kitchen. Lisa's Step Mom, Kendra, was already home, her blonde hair tied back in a loose ponytail as she hummed along to the music playing softly in the background.

Lisa greeted her Step Mom with a warm smile, her eyes sparkling with the joy of a good day. Kendra, on the other hand, looked worn out, her shoulders sagging under the weight of her day. They exchanged pleasantries, Lisa sharing the highlights of her day, her face lighting up as she spoke. Kendra, however, merely nodded, her mind still caught up in the whirlwind of her day.

As the evening settled in, they moved to the kitchen, working side by side to prepare dinner. The aroma of garlic and herbs filled the air as they chopped, stirred, and seasoned. Their conversation flowed easily, the mundane details of their day interspersed with shared laughter and knowing glances.

After dinner, they settled down on the plush couch, the soft fabric cradling their bodies as they relaxed. The TV flickered, casting a blue glow over their faces, but Kendra seemed distracted. She shifted, trying to find a comfortable position, her muscles still tense from the day's stress.

"Lisa," she began, her voice soft, "would you mind giving me a massage? I'm feeling really tense."

Lisa hesitated for a moment before nodding. Kendra rose, a slight blush on her cheeks, and stripped down to her underwear. She lay down on her stomach, her body a canvas of toned muscles and soft curves. Lisa's eyes widened, taking in her Step Mom's figure, but she quickly averted her gaze, focusing on the task at hand.

She started with Kendra's shoulders, her fingers digging into the knotted muscles, eliciting a sigh of relief from Kendra. She worked her way down, her hands gliding over Kendra's back, kneading and pressing. Kendra's moans filled the room, her body relaxing under Lisa's touch.

As the massage continued, Lisa found herself growing jealous. She wanted to feel this good, to have someone take care of her the way she was taking care of Kendra. She continued, her movements becoming more rhythmic, more sensual.

When she finally finished, Kendra was practically purring. She turned over, her eyes half-lidded, a satisfied smile on her lips. "That was amazing, Lisa," she murmured. "Thank you."

Lisa blushed, a strange warmth spreading through her. She opened her mouth to respond, but Kendra cut her off. "Would you like a massage as well?" she asked, her voice husky.

Lisa was taken aback. She hadn't expected this. But the thought of Kendra's hands on her body was too tempting to resist. She nodded, her heart pounding in her chest.

Kendra instructed her to strip down to her panties, her voice steady, but her eyes betraying her nervousness. Lisa complied, her body tingling with anticipation. She lay down on her stomach.