My Hot Nurse Step Mum 3

The next morning I woke up feeling like I’d been plugged into a charger overnight, every muscle loose, every nerve humming with leftover electricity from Bernice.

I stretched, grinned at the ceiling for a second, then rolled out of bed.

The house was quiet. Too quiet.

I threw on basketball shorts and a tank, padded down the hall. Bernice’s door was open, bed made, room empty. No sign of her.

A smell hit me halfway down the stairs, fresh coffee, something frying, garlic and onions maybe. Breakfast.

I followed it to the kitchen.

Elena was there alone, standing at the counter in a thin white tank top and gray yoga pants that clung to every curve.

Her hair was loose for once, dark waves down her back. She was on her tiptoes, reaching for something on the top shelf, a jar of spices, maybe, ass perfectly outlined, back arched.

I stopped in the doorway, just watching for a second.

She didn’t hear me at first.

“Where the hell did B