You're Taking Your STEPSISTER To Prom??

Prom night. Annie King snaps pictures like it’s normal but something’s off. Her two stepdaughters—Kelsey Kane and Ameena Green—are dressed to make grown men choke. They look fuckable. The words that should be sweet taste filthy in her mouth. Annie clears her throat and asks who they’re taking. Kelsey glances at Ameena. Ameena answers. They’re not bringing dates. They’re going together—hands on each other’s thighs, lipstick already smeared, no plans to come home before sunrise. Annie freezes. Then she says it. She’s been wet for weeks picturing this. Woken up soaked, grinding against pillows, thinking about their mouths, their tits, the wet heat between their legs. Silence. Then Kelsey steps in. “Prove it.” Ameena’s already pulling at the zipper on Annie’s dress. Fabric hits the floor. Hands everywhere. Annie moans the second her stepdaughter’s tongue finds her nipple, then again when two fingers slip inside her. The camera keeps clicking on the dresser. Three bodies press together. Prom dresses twisted around ankles, mascara smudged, thighs slick. Tongues, tits, fingers—Kelsey riding Annie’s thigh while Ameena licks her from behind, then trading places, Annie on her knees tasting both of them at once, throat working, cunt throbbing every time one of them calls her Mom. By the time the limo pulls up, they’re too far gone. Annie swallows the last of Kelsey’s come while Ameena grinds on her fingers. None of them hear the horn outside. The night belongs to them. Covered in each other. Spent. Shaking. Ready for more.