What Were You Thinking Mom?

Mindi Mink’s body looks insane these days—tight waist, full hips, breasts sitting high. Finding a dress too small for her in the dryer, she strips right there in the laundry room and tries to yank it on over her head. The fabric catches, pinning her arms above her, and she’s naked from the tits down when Serena steps in. Serena stares, then bursts out laughing. She pulls her phone out and snaps several quick shots—full frontal, ass half-turned, perfect thighs straining. Mindi begs her to stop. When Serena finally yanks the dress free, the laughter only gets louder. Humiliated, Mindi snaps at her and sends her off to the bedroom. Later, barefoot and flushed, Mindi finds Serena sprawled on the bed, scrolling through the pictures. Serena refuses to delete a single one. She likes having them. Likes knowing her stepmother is this hot. Mindi pleads; Serena just smiles. They’re not blood. She’s eighteen. So if Mindi wants those pictures gone, she’ll have to pay with something else—something warmer, wetter, and far more personal than an apology.