My Hot Nurse Step Mum 5

Next day.

I woke up late, head heavy from barely sleeping. The house was quiet, no Bernice blasting music, no clatter from the kitchen.

I threw on shorts and a tank, and headed downstairs for coffee.

That’s when I saw her.

Elena was in the hallway by the front door, dressed for her shift. White nurse scrubs, fitted just right, top hugging her chest, pants clinging to her hips and that ass that could stop traffic.

Her hair was in a neat ponytail, a few strands loose around her face. She was slipping on her shoes, a bag slung over her shoulder.

She looked up as I came down the stairs.

I stopped.

I couldn’t help it.

My eyes went straight to her, breasts straining the fabric, the way the pants outlined everything.

She straightened, caught me staring.

Again.

“Alex,” she said, voice low but sharp. “You’re doing it again.”

I swallowed, stepped closer instead of backing off.

“I’m sorry about yesterday,” I sa