The next morning at breakfast, Jack felt awkward and slightly ashamed, but Mirnda put him at ease with her customary warmth and sweet manner. She didn’t bring up what happened and neither did he, happy to proceed in a sort of haze of denial. She looked hot of course and gave him a sublime cuddle before sending him off to school. It was a long day.
When Jack returned home, it was earlier than usual and she heard the shower going. Jack’s heart skipped a beat as he imagined Mirnda in there, getting wet, soaping herself, touching herself. Jack’s pulse went into overdrive when he walked past and the door to her bedroom and bathroom were both wide open. Jack stopped to look and could easily see her through the glass of her shower, in plain view.
Jack was transfixed as he observed her washing her hair, the silhouette of her body, her bouncing breasts, stretching out luxuriously. He didn’t move, even when she turned the water off and reached for a towel. Cursing to herself when she couldn’t find what she was looking for, she opened the door to the shower, stepped out and found a towel lying across the back of a chair.
In those intervening seconds, Jack saw everything from his barely concealed vantage point. He’d seen her bare breasts before, but this time they were glistening with dewey drops of water. Her ass was plump but firm, and when she turned he caught a glimpse of her neatly trimmed pussy. He nearly exploded there and then, and stepping back into the shadows, made a noise when Jack tripped over his own feet.
Mirnda called out. “Hello? Jack, is that you?”
“Um…er…yeah,” Jack said, moving back out into the doorway. He was just in time to see her cover herself up with a towel. She still looked amazing.
“You go watch TV and I’ll be right out, baby,” She said and Jack obeyed her command. He parked himself on the couch and tuned into some show on TV. Jack’s mind was filled with the wonderful visions he had just witnessed. After few minutes, Mirnda came out, though she was still wearing only a towel.
“Oh, I’m glad to see you got dressed,” Jack said. Mirnda laughed heartily and sat down. She looked incredible, her bust spilling out of the top of the towel, her damp locks falling about her shoulders. He looked her over and she appeared to be enjoying the attention.
“See anything good?” Mirnda said to him with a sly smile.
“Um…pardon?”
“I said, did you see anything good? Anything you like?” Jack didn’t answer but just went bright red. “On TV, I mean. Anything good on?”
“Oh, I…I thought you, yeah, er…” Jack couldn’t find the words, so stopped talking. She looked away with a mischievous smirk. She knew he had seen her.
“Silly boy,” Mirnda said, putting her feet up. “I need to do my toes, so don’t say anything funny, please,” she said with a cheeky smile. She then commenced to cut her toenails and then paint her nails. Jack enjoyed watching her, peeking up between her legs and watching her perform this oddly sensual exercise. She glanced up at him a few times and smiled. Sadly, her most intimate lady parts were concealed from view.
Jack decided to tickle her a little and she responded like a young girl. “Baby! No, stop it, stop it!” she cried out, and her towel slipped. Jack moved his tickling hand to her waist and gave her some delicious touches which made her squirm deliciously. She giggled euphorically, so he didn’t stop, and during all this horseplay, her towel slipped further to reveal one of her breasts.
“This seems to be a habit for you,” Jack said smiling, then gazed down at her breast. Jack’s hand was still on her waist, and he tugged on the towel a little and it slipped down to her tummy, revealing both of her incredible jugs. They were impressively large but still perky with pointy nipples. Mirnda sat there, perhaps uncertain what to do, but she didn’t cover herself up.
“Oops,” Mirnda said at last and pulled up the towel. “You’ve seen quite a lot of me these last few days, Jack,” she said with a naughty smile.
“Well…”
“Oh don’t pretend. I know everything, young man,” Mirnda went on. Jack went bright red again.
“You’re very beautiful,” Jack told her. He don’t know why he said that and he felt like a fool. It just tumbled out of his mouth.
“Why, thank you, Jack, that’s very sweet of you to say,” Mirnda replied, and put her hands through her hair. It looked like a subconscious gesture, but it was flirtatious as hell, and super sexy. Her tits looked amazing even though they were now under wraps. “You really think so?” she went on.
“You’re the most, um…the most beautiful girl, I…” Jack couldn’t get the words out and he felt like a stupid schoolboy again.
“Oh, Jack. You’re such a lovely young man. But I’m not a girl anymore,” she said.
“Um…what?”
“I’m a woman. And getting old.”
“Old? What?” Jack was genuinely taken aback. “You’re not old. You’re young. And beautiful. And sexy. And…er…not old at all,” Jack rambled on. The words just fell stupidly out of his mouth and he didn’t stop to think. He had told her she was sexy, but she’d probably figured that out by now.
“Watch it, mister. Don’t forget that I’m your step-mother and married to your father,” she said sternly, but Jack couldn’t tell if she was serious. Maybe she was feeling guilty about the things that had happened between them.
“I haven’t forgotten. And anyway, it’s true. You are young and beautiful.”
“Well, it’s good to know that someone thinks so.”
