My Virgin Daughter: Part One

Jelena Jensen stares at the ceiling and tells her husband the girl won't settle. Sweet one minute, hell the next. He brings up her last marriage, the one that blew up because she had been fucking his daughter on camera. He says they need one straight talk before this ship sinks too. Jelena nods. First thing tomorrow, she promises, she will sit Cassidy down and start building the mother-daughter bond the girl never had. She wakes alone. A thin scream cuts through the dark. Cassidy. Louder now. Raw, ragged, begging. Jelena swings her legs out of bed, heart punching her ribs, and calls the girl's name. Cassidy bursts into the doorway, eyes glassy, mouth working like she is praying and choking at once. "Devirginize me," she sobs. "I need your cunt on my tongue." Jelena freezes. Tries to hush her, to steer her back to bed. Cassidy lunges. Small, fast, already under the sheet. Her tongue drags hot and wet over Jelena's slit and the sound that tears out of Jelena is half protest, half surrender. The girl swings around, straddles her face. Hips buck hard, smearing slick across Jelena's lips, riding like she has waited years for the feeling. Jelena stops fighting. She grips the skinny waist and rolls her over, scissoring hard, wet flesh slapping wet flesh in frantic rhythm, until the pleasure breaks and she jerks awake alone. Morning light hits her eyes. Sheets twisted, cunt still throbbing. She sits up slow, the dream still thick between her legs. She knows exactly what she has to do to quiet it.