Peeping Tom

Jenny's fumbling with her blouse, that nagging itch at the back of her neck screaming someone's eyes are glued to her. Half-undressed, tits spilling free, she spins around—and bam, there's her stepson Dante, lurking in the next room, huffing like he just ran a marathon. Breath ragged, pants tenting, the little perv's busted. Oh hell no, she thinks, marching over with a smirk. 'Caught you peeking, huh? Don't play dumb, kid—I know what gets you all hot and bothered.' She pins him with that stare, calling out his sneaky ass for jerking off to her every damn day.