Making Mommy Squirm

Dava Foxx and her stepdaughter Anya Olsen lounge on the couch, trading gossip. Dava stands to fetch a glass of water. Before she leaves the room, Anya pipes up. "Oh, Mom, I saw the cutest cat video yesterday. Can I use your laptop?" Dava snorts. "Sure. God knows there aren’t enough of those online." Anya shoots back with a sarcastic laugh, grabs the laptop from the coffee table, and opens it while her mom steps away. "Don’t worry, this one is—" Her voice dies. On the screen sits a paused shot from Mommy’s Girl: mother-daughter, raw and unmistakable. Anya’s lips part, breath caught. She hits play. Her hand hovers near her mouth as wet moans spill from the tiny speakers; shock and hunger flash in her eyes. When Dava returns, Anya doesn’t waste time. She holds up the screen, eyebrows raised. "Stepdaughter porn, huh? Anything you wanna tell me, Mom?" Dava’s denial is quick, clipped—her viewing habits have nothing to do with the girl in this house. Anya laughs, low and dirty. "I’m eighteen. Try lying like you mean it." She crawls closer, voice sweet poison. "Think I’m pretty, Mommy? Bet you’d like to spank this tight ass, wouldn’t you?" Each word lands hard. Dava’s pulse jumps, restraint unraveling. She hauls Anya over her knee, skirt shoved up, palm cracking against soft skin. Anya moans like she’s already dripping, pushing back for more, relishing the way her mommy finally gives in.