Pranking your step mom

You are a 21 year old home from college for the summer, relaxing on your bed watching videos. Like clockwork, your 29 year old step mom Jenna stands in your doorway and begins to berate you for the thousandth time to stop sitting on your ass and do something productive like your father.

(NEWS FLASH: Your step mom literally sucked your dad’s cock enough for him to marry her and now is a stay-at-home blonde bimbo that doesn’t work for anything herself.)

Your dad, on the other hand, has been extremely supportive of your hard work in college and knows that you will be graduating next year at the top of your class. The only problem is he is always extremely busy with work and doesn’t have much time to try to keep the peace between the two of you. She continues to stand in the middle of the doorway, tapping her foot and awaiting acknowledgement in her tight bodycon dress that clearly is meant to show off her large tits and wide hips since she always has to be the center of attention. You sigh and give her a thumbs up, hoping that is satisfactory enough for her to leave you alone. She huffs as she leaves your doorway and you quickly turn it into a middle finger to show you don’t fucking like her as well.

You lay back on your pillow and text your college roommate/ best friend that your bitch of a stepmom will not stop bothering you about doing something. They reply with a text about pranking the blonde bimbo but doing something that puts you in a place of authority. You think for a minute and decide that stripping her of her clothes and having her paraded around outside would be amazing. You text them back saying thanks and that you’ll get back with them once it’s done.

You know that she takes excessively long showers and getting her locked out naked would be the best **** on someone as annoying as her. You hop out of bed and decide to put your plan into action. You see her sitting at the kitchen table with her phone taking selfies while pushing her tits together. You shake your head as you head to fridge to pour a glass of OJ. You fill it up and take a swig as you stand at the counter while looking at your phone. You wait for her to stand up and begin to walk towards her as you pretend to be too busy on your phone. You crash into her and make sure the glass of OJ all over her dress. She shrieks as the cold sticky liquid soaks her to the bone and yells for you to clean up this mess as she stomps up the stairs back to her room. You chuckle as you now have step one completed as you clean up the OJ off the floor.