Cozy sweater bunched at her waist, black stockings hugging toned legs, no panties in sight—she lounges bare pussy out on the floral couch, one knee hooked over the arm. Stepson sits close, hoodie unzipped, hand buried between her thighs, fingers plunging into that slick cunt with steady rhythm, thumb circling her clit. She glances at her phone, unbothered, thighs parting wider as juices coat his knuckles. He flips a page in his gold and silver investing book, never breaking stroke. Tension builds slow, her hips twitching, breath quickening into soft gasps. Fingers curl inside, hitting that spot—cunt clenches hard. She drops the phone. He adds a third finger, stretching her wide.