India Summers, the cougar stepmom, prowls her empty house, her mind filled with forbidden thoughts of her stepson. She catches him sneaking in, his eyes lingering on her curves. Seizing the opportunity, she corners him, her voice a husky whisper, "You know, I've been feeling... neglected." She presses against him, her hands exploring his body. He tries to resist, but her touch is electric, his body betraying his hesitation. She grins, pushing him onto the couch, straddling him. "You're not going to fight me, are you, sweetheart?" she purrs, grinding against his growing bulge.