The Will: Part Two

Aaliyah Love came for blood, but Tiffany Watson held every last dollar. The will gave the step-mom everything—unless Aaliyah played along. So she got on her knees and licked Mommy’s pussy the way Tiffany liked it. Between wet sounds of tongue against flesh, Tiffany spoke. She’d married the old man, fucked him senseless, and watched his heart give out mid-thrust. Now the estate—his business, his money—was hers. She laughed while she came against her step-daughter’s mouth, thinking she’d finally broken her. Aaliyah let her gush, let her moan. She kept licking, slow and thorough, fingers digging into Tiffany’s soft thighs. Between her own legs she held a phone, hidden under silk sheets, recording everything: the confession, the sex, the name of the lawyer who’d already tried to change the trust. Tiffany closed her eyes and arched, finished. She never noticed the tiny red light blinking in the shadows, or the fact that every wet sound and whispered secret now belonged to Aaliyah. The next day that will would change hands. All Aaliyah had to do was keep tasting her Mommy until the recorder caught its final stroke.