There was never any wicked stepmom dynamic like you see in the movies. Sure – Mom was fifteen years younger than Dad and a trophy wife of sorts – ...ut she genuinely cared for me. She’d never had any k**s of her own as Dad didn’t want any more.But it felt like her affections started to take on a new character after we started going to the gym together. We had a family membership at Elixr, a three story-fitness center downtown. Mom and I started sharing rides given we were both going most days of. He stepped back from her and tugged the zipper down the front of her pullover jersey and spread the material to the sides exposing her breasts to his gaze. Wally sat down and pulled her to his lap. She leaned her shoulder into his chest and snuggled her face into his neck. He held her with his left hand on her hip and his right exploring her breasts. She was nearly overcome with emotion and her vagina flooded and wet the crotch of her pants, “Ohhhhhhh,” she moaned softly fearful that Wally. Still finding no mercy in my face, she reached behind and unhooked her bra, trying to cover her breasts with her hands as she worked the harness down and let it drop."Are you happy now, you perv!" she practically shouted up at me.In a dispassionate voice I replied evenly, "I said every stitch."Shaken, but still defiant, she turned away and worked the little cotton bikini down her legs, unintentionally giving me a first glimpse of the sprinkling of yellow hair that did little to cover her plump. She had hoped for some clue as to what he wanted out of her but instead, he had just tested her again. Amaya’s thighs ached with another need that she wasn’t willing to put into words.She remembered what he said about her reward and was halfway to the door before she realized she was still topless. Amaya put her shirt back on and groaned as the thick cloth rubbed her hard nipples. Frustrated and excited, she cautiously opened her door.Sitting in front of her door was another package. This one.