The house is quiet, save for the soft hum of the air conditioner and the distant hum of a television set. Ryder Skye is alone, her mind filled with thoughts of her stepmom. She's always been drawn to her, to the way she fills out her clothes, to the way she smells, to the way she looks at Ryder with those hungry eyes. Today, Ryder decides to act on her desires, setting up a hidden camera in the hopes of catching her stepmom in a moment of weakness. What she doesn't expect is for herself to join in, to be drawn into the web of taboo lust that she's spun. The room is filled with the sounds of their pleasure, the scent of their arousal, as Ryder and her stepmom dance together, their bodies moving in a rhythm as old as time itself.