Tricking My New Step-Mom

Goldie Glock stood outside the house, jaw tight, staring at the door like it might bite. Her new step-mom wasn't some crone in pearls—she was close to Goldie's own age, and that stank like trouble. Dad swore Marie was the real deal, but Goldie didn't buy it. Gold digger, she bet. One look at the ring and the house and Marie would show her cards. The phone rang before Goldie could knock. Dad. Running late. Dinner pushed back. Great. Now Goldie would have to face Marie alone. She knocked harder than she meant to. The door swung open, and Marie McCray smiled at her—soft, friendly, eyes bright. She looked Goldie up and down and said, "You must be the masseuse? Come on in, I've been dying for this all day." Goldie froze for half a second, then grinned inside. Here it was—the perfect in. She played along, stepped over the threshold, and watched Marie strip down and stretch out on a padded table in the middle of the living room. Oil on her hands, Goldie started at the shoulders, pressing deep, slow circles. "So, meeting your step-daughter tonight, huh? Nervous?" she asked, voice low. Marie sighed under the touch. "Terrified, actually. I just want her to like me." Goldie kept rubbing, moving lower, letting her thumbs drag along Marie's spine. "Bet she's a handful." "I hope not," Marie said, half-laughing. "I just want things to work out." She sounded honest, but Goldie wasn't done. She poured more oil, hands sliding over the curve of Marie's ass, kneading, then lower still. Marie's breath caught, hips shifting. Goldie leaned in. "Ever get the full treatment? Happy ending and all?" Marie went still, then let out a shaky laugh. "Is that... standard?" "For the right client," Goldie said, already tugging Marie's thighs apart. She went down without waiting for a real answer, tongue slick and greedy, tasting heat and oil and the sharp, sweet note of a woman who hadn't been touched in too long. Marie moaned, fists tight on the table, and Goldie kept at her, lips sealed over her clit, fingers working inside until Marie bucked and gasped, cursing under her breath. Then Marie's hand found Goldie's hair, pulling her closer, and suddenly it was two of them—Marie rolling onto her back, dragging Goldie up, mouths crashing together, slick skin sliding as they ground against each other. Goldie grinned into the kiss, thinking how sweet it was that Marie didn't know she was fucking her own step-daughter. How long could she keep the secret?