No More Private Time

Kendra James had plans. A night out. Drinks with the girls. Except her favorite top was gone and she knew where to look. Laundry room. She headed down ready to bitch at Alex for slacking off on chores. Instead she found Alex bent over the washer grinding against it, the machine's rumble working straight between her legs. Her hand was between her thighs too, fingers rubbing in circles while the vibrations pulsed through her. Sweat on her neck. Breathing hard. Completely lost in it. Kendra should have turned around. She didn't. She watched. Alex sensed her. Froze. Panic hit her face fast. She jerked upright, ready for the lecture, the yelling, the punishment. None came. Kendra just stared. Then the corner of her mouth twitched. "Not the worst way to learn," Kendra said, stepping closer. "But you could do better." Alex blinked, unsure if this was real. "Show me what you were doing," Kendra said, her voice lower now. She unbuttoned her shirt and let it fall. Her bra came next. "Sit. Spread your legs. I'll show you how it's supposed to feel." Alex hesitated, then obeyed. Kendra pulled a chair over, sat across from her. Both of them naked from the waist up now. Alex started slow, her fingers sliding over her clit. Kendra watched. Corrected. Touched herself at the same time. "Circles. Press harder. No, not that much. There. Good girl." The tension built fast. Their breathing synced up. Alex moaned and Kendra followed. Then Kendra leaned in and kissed her step-daughter full on the mouth, tongue slipping between her lips. Alex kissed back like she'd been waiting for it. Fingers still moving. Bodies close. Heat rising off both of them.