Attire Backfire

Annie King's had it with Khloe Kingsley's constant ass cheeks peeking out of those tiny shorts, prancing around like the house is her personal runway. Fed up, she figures two can play that game. Annie ditches her mom clothes and slides into the sluttiest little number she owns. She's betting a good old dose of mommy skin will finally shame the girl straight. But the moment Annie bends over or stretches, showing off her curves with zero shame, something shifts. Khloe's eyes go dark with lust instead of embarrassment. Before Annie can process what's happening, Khloe's pressed up against her, hot breath and wandering hands making it crystal clear exactly how turned on she is. Annie tries to hold her ground, swatting her stepdaughter's advances away with shaky resolve, but her own nipples are hard, her panties getting slicker by the second. Every touch crackles, every whisper stokes the fire she won't admit was already burning. Resistance crumbles fast. Annie grabs Khloe, pushes her back, and takes what she's suddenly desperate to give, mouths crashing, hands everywhere, panties yanked aside in a filthy, greedy surrender.