Dana caught herself staring again. Her stepdaughter lay sprawled on the sheets, home from college for the summer. Chloe had filled out in all the right places. Soft curves where there used to be sharp angles. Dana felt her stomach twist with something she didn't want to name. She stood in the doorway too long. Chloe stirred, rubbed her eyes, then froze when she saw the hunger Dana hadn't managed to hide. "Mom? What's wrong?" Chloe sat up, and the thin t-shirt she slept in pulled tight across her full breasts. Dana tried to leave. Couldn't. The words came out jagged. "You're not a kid anymore." Chloe went still. Then she smiled slow and knowing. "I've been waiting for you to notice." Dana crossed the room before she could stop herself. Her hands shook when she touched Chloe's face. Chloe leaned in first. Their mouths met messy and desperate. Dana pushed her down, tasted the moan that slipped out of Chloe's throat. She stripped the shirt away, cupped heavy tits, thumbed stiff nipples until Chloe arched and begged. They moved fast after that. Dana got her face between her stepdaughter's thighs, licked her open, worked two fingers deep while Chloe clutched the sheets. Chloe came shaking, then pulled Dana up to taste herself on her tongue. They didn't hear the car in the driveway. Dana's husband—Chloe's father—called out from downstairs. Both of them froze, bodies locked together, slick and half-naked. Footsteps on the stairs. Dana yanked the blanket over them. He poked his head in, asked if they'd seen his keys. Dana answered without looking away from his face. Her hand stayed between Chloe's legs the whole time, two fingers still buried inside that tight cunt. He left. Door closed. They didn't wait. Dana flipped Chloe onto her stomach, ground against her ass, reached around to rub her clit while she fucked her with the strap-on she'd hidden in the nightstand. Chloe bit the pillow to stay quiet. Dana bit her shoulder instead, left marks she knew would show later. They kept going until the house went dark. Every stolen minute pulled them deeper. Neither one cared what came next.
Dana caught herself staring again. Her stepdaughter lay sprawled on the sheets, home from college for the summer. Chloe had filled out in all the right places. Soft curves where there used to be sharp angles. Dana felt her stomach twist with something she didn't want to name. She stood in the doorway too long. Chloe stirred, rubbed her eyes, then froze when she saw the hunger Dana hadn't managed to hide. "Mom? What's wrong?" Chloe sat up, and the thin t-shirt she slept in pulled tight across her full breasts. Dana tried to leave. Couldn't. The words came out jagged. "You're not a kid anymore." Chloe went still. Then she smiled slow and knowing. "I've been waiting for you to notice." Dana crossed the room before she could stop herself. Her hands shook when she touched Chloe's face. Chloe leaned in first. Their mouths met messy and desperate. Dana pushed her down, tasted the moan that slipped out of Chloe's throat. She stripped the shirt away, cupped heavy tits, thumbed stiff nipples until Chloe arched and begged. They moved fast after that. Dana got her face between her stepdaughter's thighs, licked her open, worked two fingers deep while Chloe clutched the sheets. Chloe came shaking, then pulled Dana up to taste herself on her tongue. They didn't hear the car in the driveway. Dana's husband—Chloe's father—called out from downstairs. Both of them froze, bodies locked together, slick and half-naked. Footsteps on the stairs. Dana yanked the blanket over them. He poked his head in, asked if they'd seen his keys. Dana answered without looking away from his face. Her hand stayed between Chloe's legs the whole time, two fingers still buried inside that tight cunt. He left. Door closed. They didn't wait. Dana flipped Chloe onto her stomach, ground against her ass, reached around to rub her clit while she fucked her with the strap-on she'd hidden in the nightstand. Chloe bit the pillow to stay quiet. Dana bit her shoulder instead, left marks she knew would show later. They kept going until the house went dark. Every stolen minute pulled them deeper. Neither one cared what came next.
