Don't Lift A Finger!

Jessica's stretched out in bed when her stepdaughter Percy bounces in, all bright eyes and big plans. It's her birthday and Percy swears she's doing everything today. No lifting a finger, not one damn thing. Jessica's touched. Then Percy disappears to change into her maid get-up and comes back in this skimpy little uniform that barely covers those big natural tits. Jessica's jaw hits the floor. She's wet before she can even say a word. She bolts from the room, cheeks burning. Percy just keeps working, innocent as anything, bending to dust or stretch for a rag, skirt riding up every time. Jessica keeps peeking, gets wetter, gets closer. Finally she corners Percy and blurts it out: that outfit's driving her crazy. Take it off. Percy freezes, then smiles slow. She peels the uniform away like she means it now, sliding straps, letting every curve show, tits spilling free, hips rolling. Jessica watches, hungry, while her sweet stepdaughter turns maid service into the filthiest gift a birthday girl could ask for.