Five More Minutes

Laney Grey slept through the alarm like always. Jessica Ryan stood in the doorway, half-dressed, already exhausted from arguing with a closed door. She called her stepdaughter once, twice, then sweetened it. Bacon on the griddle downstairs. Still nothing but the rustle of Laney rolling away from the sound. Another missed bus. Jessica closed her eyes, picturing Laney’s half-naked body sprawled under the covers, the heat between her legs growing thick with the new plan forming. Next morning the same shut-eye dance. Jessica sat on the floor outside Laney’s room and barked like a puppy, voice cracking with ridiculous hope. No stirring. Jessica stared at the ceiling, flushed and irritated, but her mind already moved to a harder play. On the third day she pushed the door open, locked it behind her, and dropped onto the mattress edge. The sheet slipped off Laney’s thigh. Jessica leaned in, lips brushing the shell of her ear. "Get your lazy ass up and I’ll fuck you right here, stepdaughter. Your choice—school or my tongue."