Mommies' Boy

Greg loves his step-moms. Too much. He used to feel warmth near Tara and Leslie. Now jealousy burns in his chest. They give every glance, every kiss to each other and leave him cold. They touch. They linger. He watches, cock straining, wondering why none of that heat ever lands on him. When the women finally corner him about his mood, the dam breaks. Loneliness, hunger, rage crash out at once. If they won’t open their bodies and lips for him like they do each other, he swears whatever he does to himself will stain their hands too. The air in the kitchen turns thick. Tara’s fingers tighten around Leslie’s wrist. Greg steps closer, pulse pounding in his throat. Someone needs to give—and soon—or the night will explode.