Leave Your Stepmom To Us...

Siri catches Kimmy talking to her friends and sends her daughter back upstairs. Penelope and Gia don't waste time. They turn their attention on the stepmom, pressing close, running hands along their own curves while they watch Siri's face. Red hair catches the light as Penelope leans in. Gia follows, letting the neckline of her top slip just enough to show the swell of her small tits. Siri's gaze drops. Her mouth parts. She should send them home, but her eyes stay fixed on the way Penelope's fingers trace slow circles over the thin fabric covering her chest. The air thickens. Penelope steps behind Siri, palms sliding around to cup full breasts through her blouse. Gia drops to her knees and tugs the older woman's skirt higher. Heat builds. A soft sound escapes Siri when Gia's mouth finds bare skin. Fingers work buttons open. Fabric shifts. Penelope's mouth finds Siri's neck while her hands keep exploring those heavy tits, pinching, lifting, weighing. A floorboard creaks. Kimmy stands frozen in the doorway, eyes wide, watching her friends touch her stepmom. Siri pulls back fast, face flushed, guilt cutting through the haze. She starts to speak, starts to end it. Penelope doesn't let the moment die. "She should join us," she says, calm, like the suggestion is obvious. Gia looks up from where she kneels, lips wet, and nods. "All of us. Together." The words hang there. Siri's breathing stays ragged. Her eyes move from Penelope to Gia to Kimmy still hovering at the threshold. The refusal sits on her tongue, but her body betrays her. She doesn't move when Kimmy steps forward. Penelope reaches for the younger girl's wrist and draws her in. Siri's hand lifts, almost on its own, and finds Kimmy's waist. The four of them close the distance. Mouths meet skin. Hands roam. Clothes fall. The plan shifts, but the heat stays.