You Used To BABYSIT Her!!

Misty Stone pushes a pillow back into place, then freezes when knuckles rap the front door. No one is due. She opens up and Sonny McKinley stands there, once the babysitter for Misty’s stepdaughter Daya Knight, now all grown up. Sonny says the two set a play date. Misty shrugs and waves her upstairs. Later, wet, rhythmic sounds creep down the hall from Daya’s room. Misty takes the stairs two at a time and stops dead in the doorway: her stepdaughter and Sonny tangled naked on the sheets, Sonny’s mouth slick between Daya’s thighs. Fury spikes, then stalls when both women look up calm and smiling. Sonny says she came to pick up Daya and felt her cunt throb the second she saw how full Daya’s breasts had grown. Daya admits she always wanted to be spread open by someone who knows exactly what she likes, someone older, someone wetter, someone who could work her clit without being asked. As they speak, heat flushes between Misty’s legs. She licks her lips, fingers drifting to her own zipper. If having a parent nearby keeps things safe, why shouldn’t she climb in too?