Dirty Distraction

Athena needs help with her homework. Cherie says they don't have time. Mom and Dad are late for the theater. Athena shuts her laptop. She wants that attention, needs it bad. The next day she wears the tightest shorts she owns, fabric barely covering the swell of her ass. She brushes past her step-mother in the hallway, hips colliding like it was an accident. Later Athena spreads on the couch, fingers tracing slow circles over white cotton. Cherie sits inches away, still reading. No glance. No pause. Athena moves to plan B. In the bedroom she finds her mom propped on pillows, book open. She turns around and shakes her perfect ass, a hard little dance she learned for this exact moment. Cherie lowers the book. "Is there something you need to tell me?" Athena freezes, caught. "You've been acting strange, always in my space," Cherie says. "Spit it out." Athena's voice shakes. "I miss you. You're always gone. I just want... something." Cherie softens, gathers her daughter to her chest. The girl presses her cheek to those heavy tits and breathes her in. "You're an adult now," Cherie says quietly, stroking that blonde hair. "Candies and playgrounds don't cut it anymore." Her fingers find Athena's chin, tilt it up. "Maybe you want a kiss. Maybe something deeper. Maybe you won't say a word to your dad." Mouth on mouth, tongue pushing past shy lips. "Shirt off," Cherie orders, gentle but firm. Athena takes the dark nipple, sucks hard while her own shorts get tugged aside. One hand slides down between her legs and Cherie shows her exactly what grown-up attention feels like.