The Bare Minimum

Jackie peeks into the garage, ready to help her stepmom Selena sort clothes for the big sale, but bam—there she is, buck naked, rummaging through boxes like it's no big deal. Jaw drops. Selena? A nudist now? She's ditching every stitch for the garage sale to unload her whole wardrobe. Freedom, baby. Jackie nods, trying to play it cool, supportive mode activated. But damn, sorting through these panties, bras, and skirts together? Selena's curves bouncing free, skin glowing under the lights—Jackie's cheeks burn hotter with every fold and stack. Heart races. Body tingles. That familiar ache builds between her thighs, no denying it. Short breaths. Fidgeting. Selena catches the flushed vibe, smirks sly. 'Spill it, kiddo,' she teases. Jackie blurts it out—'This whole nude thing? It's got me horny as hell.' Selena's eyes spark with mischief. 'Break time, then. Let's fuck our way out of this tension—my treat.'