Stepmom (ginger)

I realize I'm not in my dorm but instead inside my old room and that my summer started 3 days ago. No longer running on fresh morning adrenalin I let out a yawn realizing I don't have to run across campus for a 6am class, I really regret taking that class and I take my time as I throw on a shirt and get ready to go down stairs.

I manage to make it down to the kitchen without only a couple yawns as I find the coffee maker starting to almost finish as it starts to let out a few spurts. Sitting down at the marble island I wonder for a moment what I want for breakfast as I look around. I settle for a bowl of cereal as take a couple tries to find the bowls my stepmom apparently having rearranged the kitchen again. It's only when I sit down and take a bite of the supposedly "healthy" cereal that the reason for the coffee running stumbles into the kitchen likely having gone back to sleep after starting the coffee.

Luckily or unluckily my stepmom is pretty much the stereotypical attractive stepmom a few laugh lines showing her age on the pale woman with red hair and a hourglass figure that has started to deteriorate slightly with her age in the mid 40s. I freeze as I find my eyes drifting to her slightly exposed DDs and giving me a glimpse of her once flat tummy that is starting to border on the doughy side as the green satin robe comes together just at her navel. I **** my eyes up to her still yawning face as she rubs her eyes pass her green glasses she lets out a small "oh".

"Morning .....John" she manages to mumble before letting out another yawn as she finally manages to open her eyes to reveal two pale green irises.

"Um....Morning Megan." I say as she seems to finally wake up just enough to realize my blush. For a moment she gives a confused look on what is normally confident look. Her face turns red as she sluggishly realizes the air on her exposed chest as she quickly cinches her robes and lets out a small "sorry" earning a response of an awkward "it's ok" from me.

The embarrassment seems to have given her a rush of adrenaline as she quickly rushes to her coffee as her messy red hair does it's best to hide her blush.

"Sooo...um... What do you have planned for today?" she asks trying to cover her embarrassment.

"Uhh....work." I say as my eyes drift down her modest fanny and to her well toned legs until they are covered slightly above the knees.

"Um...have..have you thought about that offer I made you about being my assistant for the summer until your classes start?" she asks as she starts to pour a cup.

"I....have." I lie as I haven't thought any such thing since she offered it after I came back from my sophomore year in college.

"The commutes not that far and you can car pool with me." She says as she turns to give me a confident pose despite being barely dressed and holding a coffee mug in her hands "And the pay'll be a lot better than at starbucks."

"Uh....have you heard from dad and Matty?" I ask trying to divert the subject. While the offer is good I get enough flak from my friends about being the son of a "gold digger" ignoring the fact dad was just as wealthy as Megan when they met and started dating 10 years ago.

"Yeah... David texted he was boarding his flight and Matty is back in the state with her little band." she says doing her best not to let her disappointment tinge the word "band".

"Awesome. I hope she had fun." I say as Megan gives a small nod. She lets out a small yawn as she sits down next to me at the counter retrieving the remote to the small tv mounted on the wall as she plops down next to me. I get ready to tune out her morning ritual of talking heads or morning news.

"FUCK MY FUCKING SLUTTY HOLE, STUD!" booms across the kitchen as the tv comes on. I simply pause mid bite not believing it possible Megan had some kind of porn channel on. Glancing at the tv I gawk seeing the normal blonde talking head bouncing on the lap of her cohost her normal red front zipper dress pulled open to expose a pair of tits bigger than her head, far larger than their original ample size. Her normal makeup seems smeared as her once pouty lips seem to have inflated to the point they form an almost permeant O that would look more at home on a old fashion blowup doll. The thought of looking away or turning off the TV is the farthest thing from my mind even as I hear Megan moan "David".