Mother's Day Blues

Dee and India are sulking on the couch when their step-daughters finally walk in. The moms had planned a quiet pity party—Scarlett and Gia totally forgot Mother’s Day, and a little attention once a year doesn’t seem like too much to ask. They try to drop hints, but the girls act clueless until India finally blurts it out, hurt written all over both faces. Scarlett and Gia look guilty for a second, then grin and admit they were out shopping, not forgetting. They disappear into the bedroom and come back wearing tiny, sheer lingerie that leaves nothing to the imagination—nipples pushing through lace, pussies barely covered. Dee’s jaw drops, but the girls say they already know about their moms’ secret thing with each other, so there’s no need to pretend. Scarlet hands over matching sets for the moms, and the whole room gets hotter fast. Hands start wandering. Scarlett palms her mom’s heavy tits while Gia kneels between India’s spread legs and licks her cunt in long, wet strokes. Then it turns into a free-for-all—every mouth finds every nipple, every set of fingers slides into slick holes, and four bodies tangle on the couch. When Dee finally gasps that this is the best Mother’s Day ever, no one argues.