My Hot Nurse Step Mum 12

The slap still stung on my cheek when I walked back into the living room, but it wasn’t pain I felt. It was on fire.

Elena had disappeared upstairs again, door closed, no sound. Bernice was out somewhere, Dad was still at the office.

I dropped onto the couch, phone in hand, staring at the ceiling.

I couldn’t stop replaying it, the way her body had tensed when I grabbed her, the flash of heat in her eyes before the fear and anger took over. The slap hadn’t been about stopping me. It had been about stopping herself.

She wanted it.

She just hated that she did.

My phone buzzed, it was from Sarah.

Sarah: What’s up guy? Are you alive?

I smirked, typed back.

Me: Barely, long story.

Sarah: spill tonight? beers on me.

Me: Yeah. I need it.

I tossed the phone aside.

The rest of the day dragged on. I worked out in the garage, push-ups, pull-ups on the bar Dad ins