Stop Fucking All Our Stepmoms!

Demi’s voice carried across the kitchen while Serene poured coffee, her words light but loaded. “Chloe’s stopping by soon. And get this—kids at school are saying she’s fucking their parents.” Serene’s eyebrow lifted, curious rather than shocked. Demi rolled her eyes and defended Chloe hard, so Serene smiled, proud, but a hotter spark lit behind it that she kept to herself. Chloe walked in all curves and wide eyes. Serene greeted her with a slow once-over she disguised as small talk. Smiles tightened. Looks lingered. When Demi stepped out to grab her phone from the bedroom, the air shifted fast. Serene had Chloe bent over the couch, skirt shoved up, fingers already sunk deep and moving in slick strokes. Chloe’s breath hitched on every thrust, hips pushing back, pussy visibly dripping down Serene’s wrist. The wet sound of it echoed louder than words. Demi froze in the doorway, staring, heartbeat slamming. She didn’t scream; she watched for one long second, pulse racing like a starting gun. Then she closed the door behind her, stripped off her shirt without hesitation, and climbed onto the cushions beside them. Her hand slid under Chloe’s shirt, pinching a nipple, voice low and tight. “Room for one more?” Serene didn’t answer with words—just pulled Demi’s mouth to hers and shoved another finger into Chloe, rougher now, the room spinning tighter around three bodies moving like they’d been waiting for this all along.