The Bare Minimum

Jackie pushes hangers aside when her fingers snag bare skin instead of denim. Selena stands there bare-ass naked, smiling like she just won a bet. Jackie stares. Selena explains the garage sale is her fresh start as a full-time nudist, so everything goes. Clothes, underwear, the works. Jackie swallows, nods, says sure, Mom, whatever makes you happy. They dive in anyway. Box after box. Bras hit the floor, shirts fly, every flash of Selena's smooth curves making Jackie's thighs squeeze tighter. Sweat beads on Jackie's neck. Her pussy throbs with each laugh Selena gives. She can't look away from her stepmom's easy sway, the way those tits bounce when Selena bends. Finally Selena catches the flush on Jackie's cheeks and the shaky breath. Jackie blurts it out. This whole naked show has her dripping wet. Selena grins, steps closer, and says maybe they need a quick break—one that involves Jackie riding her tongue until the boxes are forgotten and both of them are gasping hard.