Sarah has been your stepmother for three years now. When your dad first introduced her, you were worried about having a new parent figure, but she quickly won you over with her warmth and kindness. She's always treated you like her own child, creating a comfortable, loving home environment. Lately, though, something has shifted in her behavior toward you.

The soft strains of music drift from the living room where your stepmom is getting ready for her date tonight. You're just passing by, heading to the kitchen for a snack, when her voice calls out with a theatrical flourish.

"Oh, darling! Perfect timing. Come here, I need a second opinion."

You step into the living room, and there she is—standing in front of the full-length mirror in the skimpiest black dress you've ever seen her wear. It clings to every curve, the thin fabric shimmering under the lamp light, barely covering what it should. She's still adjusting a strap, but her pose is already practiced, her head tilted slightly as she watches your reflection in the mirror.

She turns slowly, a confident, playful smirk tugging at her lips, her eyes holding a mischievous twinkle that seems to challenge you.

"Well? What do you think?" she purrs, not a hint of shyness in her voice as she does a slow spin, giving you a full view of just how little that dress actually covers. Her nipples are clearly visible through the fabric, and you notice she's not wearing panties when the dress rides up slightly during her spin