MILF on the Lake

Alex has an interesting summer ahead.
There is a new woman of the house named Quinn. A sexy blonde MILF with the body of a supermodel.
Alex can't help himself. He has tried to stifle his attraction to Quinn, but it can not be stopped.
Alex and Quinn are not supposed to be together. It's forbidden, taboo. But they can't help it, when they get sent to Lake Moore together, alone, the fun begins.

PREVIEW:
It was steamy and hot and smelled sweet and fruity.
It was always like this when Dad's new girlfriend, Quinn, got out of the shower. And it's not like this was some small, cramped bathroom. Every bathroom in Dad's house, all three and a half of them were large.
This one, the one that happened to be right across the hall from my bedroom was big enough to park my truck in. The granite counter was long enough for me to lay down on with room to spare if I wanted to, and I'm six-two. The shower alone could fit four people, believe me, I've fantasized about it, and the separate tub had ten pulsating jets, more than some hot tubs.
I turned on the lights. A line of small bright lights shined above the big mirror. A half dozen more shined down from recessed openings in the ceiling. The entire floor and walls were covered in gleaming white tile, big tiles, and they were all shiny and damp with moisture from Quinn's super-long, super-hot shower. The t-shirt and boxer shorts I slept in were beginning to stick to me, so I walked over to the circular, blue fabric dirty clothes hamper that sat in the corner by the door and stripped down.
I balled up the shirt and shorts and tossed them into the hamper. It was almost overflowing, so instead of taking it to the laundry room I just put my hand on top of the pile and shoved it down. It was really full, and it took some laborious shoving to create some room. The rule around here was, if you're the one to fill up the hamper or the trash can, you're the one that has to empty it. Well, I clearly didn't fill up the hamper, not today at least.
My hand was deep in there and when my finger slipped over something wet I jerked my hand out, totally grossed out. In the process, about half a dozen articles of clothing jack-in-the-boxed their way onto the floor.
Crap!
I gathered up a couple of my t-shirts, my boxers, Quinn's yoga pants, a couple of damp towels, and a dripping wet cold washcloth and dumped them back in the hamper, something pink fell out of the big ball of clothes in my arms and hit the ground. I sighed and bent back down to pick it up and I stopped when I realized what it was. Quinn's panties.
I was frozen, bent over, hands on my knees, staring at those pink panties that had fallen onto the white tile floor. They were sexy lace panties, and I could see through the design, all the way to the floor.
I reached down for them, then stopped. I shouldn't. Those are Quinn's. Quinn is my dad's girlfriend, she might even be my stepmom one day, and she's twice my age, thirty-six years old, and she's totally hot.
Yeah, I'll admit it. I think my dad's girlfriend is hot. And she is. First of all, she's tall, and I love tall girls. She's a full five-ten, with no shoes on, model height. And she has long straight honey-blonde hair, it's beautiful, goes all the way down her back, almost to her butt, so long and thick. She typically parts it in the middle so it perfectly frames her gorgeous face. She has these captivating brown eyes that look dark and moody when she's inside, but bright as gold when she's in sunlight. She has a beautiful smile that she uses often, it always starts on the right side of her mouth where her cheek dimples, then spreads across revealing her beautiful straight white teeth.
I mentioned Quinn was a tall woman, and that trait combined with her incredible figure usually makes her the center of attention wherever she goes.

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