Camel Toe-ing The Line

Cora struts into the living room wearing her brand-new yoga pants, turning slow circles for her stepson Adam. He watches, jaw tight, because those stretchy pants hug everything. The fabric rides straight up her slit, outlining her pussy lips so clearly it's like she's wearing nothing at all. Adam tries to keep cool, mumbling that she should take them back, stumbling over some lame excuse about fit. Cora's face falls, hurt flashing in her eyes. Adam swallows, stops dodging, and blurts it out—she's flashing a full camel toe. She blinks, relieved he finally said it, and a sly smile replaces the frown. Heat sparks behind her gaze. She steps closer, asking in a low, teasing voice if he really means it, then presses in until her tits brush his chest. Adam hesitates, but only for a second. When he finally grabs her hips and yanks her against him, she laughs—hot, dirty—and grinds her covered cunt on the hard bulge already straining his sweats.