My Favorite Homework

Tiff buries herself in homework at the kitchen table but her mind won't stick. Then her phone buzzes again and the pages blur. She leans back just as the door opens. Alana walks in, still in her blouse and pencil skirt, gaze sharp the moment she sees the scattered books. She steps behind her step-daughter, reading over Tiff's shoulder. Every wrong answer gets the red mark, every sloppy sentence earns a biting correction. Tiff tries to focus, thighs squeezing together beneath the table. Alana notices. She already knows. Later, in Tiff's room, the lesson changes. "Anatomy," Alana says, low. She watches Tiff rub slow circles between her legs. A hunger stirs in her chest. Tiff looks up, eyes wide, and asks how Alana does it. Alana slips two fingers down her own slick folds, shows her step-daughter exactly how wet fingers tease and stroke. Tiff leans in like she can taste every demonstration. Then she does. Her mouth latches onto Alana's smooth cunt, licking deep, tasting heat and salt while Alana's fingers tangle in her hair. The afternoon thickens with breath and quiet sounds, every gasp and tremor another chance for Tiff to earn the praise she's chased all year.