Wingwoman

Sabina lounged on the bed with her friend Haley when the door cracked open. Penny, Sabina's stepmother, stepped inside and said something about dinner. Haley sat up straighter, eyes glued to the woman like a hunger she hadn't known was there. Penny barely noticed. Her attention stayed on Sabina, the way her gaze lingered on how the girl sprawled across the sheets. Haley tried small laughs and tossed compliments Penny's way. They landed flat. Penny gave polite nods then excused herself with the same soft glance back at Sabina. "Holy shit, she wants you," Haley whispered once the door closed. Sabina laughed it off at first, but the words dug under her skin. Images flashed. Penny touching her, calling her baby. Heat rolled through her belly. "Fuck... you think?" She swallowed hard. Sabina offered to help Haley get a shot, even though the thought made her jaw clench. They tracked Penny to the kitchen. Sabina hyped Haley like a wing-woman. She mentioned Haley's skills, her cute laugh, anything she could think of. Penny smiled with zero heat. Nothing stuck. Sabina switched lanes fast. She stepped in close, brushed a finger down Penny's arm, and let the words slide out. "Mommy looks stressed. Need me to help you relax?" Penny's eyes darkened in an instant. Her breath caught. Haley watched the switch happen. Sabina nudged her friend. "Say it, too. Trust me." Haley pushed past the burn of jealousy and tried. "Yeah, Mommy... you tired?" The word made Penny moan low. All three ended tangled, clothes gone, hands greedy. Haley's tongue worked between Penny's thighs while Sabina sucked at her stepmother's tits, both girls calling her Mommy between filthy kisses. Penny came hard, voice cracked, pulling them closer, riding fingers and mouths until she shook. The night went way past dinner plans and left every fantasy rewired.