Bed Wetter

Ryan sits at her kitchen table, coffee gone cold in her hands, when she hears the soft shuffle of sheets. Kenzie is hauling another wet bundle to the laundry again. An adult shouldn't be wetting the bed almost daily. After school Ryan steps into her stepdaughter's room, closes the door, and the mattress dips as she sits. She brings it up gentle at first. Kenzie's cheeks flush. She doesn't wet the bed from stress or shame; she soaks it because her cunt gushes when she fingers herself too hard. Ryan shakes her head, disbelief clear in her eyes. Kenzie isn't lying. She yanks her shorts down, spreads her thighs on the damp mattress, and slides two fingers straight into her slick pussy. Wet sounds fill the room, her breath quick, hips grinding, and suddenly she sprays, the clear rush splattering across the sheets between them. Ryan watches, lips parted, pulse hammering. Proof, raw and dripping, right there in front of her.