Like Mother, Like Daughter

Marlene's pacing the living room like she's got ants in her pants, yanking couch cushions straight and lining up every damn knick-knack on the mantle. Tom slips in behind her, hands landing warm on her shoulders. "Easy, babe. Breathe. Sit down before you give yourself a stroke." He steers her over to the bay window and pulls her onto his lap. She can't help it - she's terrified this is her one shot with Alyssa and she'll blow it. Tom rubs her back and says her stepdaughter must be ready to bury the hatchet, otherwise why show up at all? Marlene softens, cups his cheek. She's grateful he's sticking around for this freak show. Couldn't have faced it alone. He kisses her knuckles, says he's not going anywhere. A car crunches into the driveway. Marlene freezes. "She's here." Alyssa climbs out like she owns the place - sunglasses on, face blank, suitcase in tow. She clocks the mansion, gives it the once-over, then heads for the door. Marlene wrings her hands all the way to answer it. When she opens up she throws her arms out. "Alyssa, honey, I'm so glad you came." Alyssa stops just shy of the hug. "Hello, stepmother," she says flat, ice-cold. She spots Tom lingering behind, calls him "the boyfriend," and dumps her bag straight into Marlene's hands. Tom offers a handshake; Alyssa slides her shades into his shirt pocket and struts inside like she lives there. An hour later Marlene's pushing cookies on Alyssa, who just sneers at them and the big house. "Nice place you bought ditching us." Marlene tries to spill her guts - grief, guilt, the whole mess - but Alyssa bites a cookie, smirks "thanks for the snack," and walks off like Marlene's invisible. Tom finds his girl slumped in the kitchen. She admits Alyssa's been freezing her out all day. He suggests maybe the kid's just moody. Marlene gets desperate. "Talk to her for me? She actually talks to you." Tom hesitates but caves. He finds Alyssa sprawled on the bed, earbuds in. She pops them out and kneels up, legs spread toward him. "Talk away," she purrs. Tom stammers about her attitude. Alyssa crawls closer, traces his arms, tells him she's here for him, not her stepmom. She likes making "nice guys" happy and unbuttons her blouse. Tom tells her to cut it out. She clocks his hard-on and laughs. When he tries to leave she moans louder, daring him. He clamps a hand over her mouth; she moans through it. He kisses her hard just to shut her up. Clothes hit the floor. Alyssa taunts him the whole time - louder moans, filthy comments - loving how panicked he gets. Door slams open. Marlene stands there, stunned. "Tom?!" Alyssa pokes her head up from under him, grinning. "Looks like he picked the upgrade." Marlene sinks onto the bed, voice flat. "Keep fucking her." Tom freezes. Alyssa starts grinding again and he can't help the moan. "She wants the show," Alyssa coos. Marlene just nods, eyes empty. "Go on. You already chose." Nominated - Best Sex Scene -- Taboo-Themed: Alina Lopez, Reagan Foxx & Brad Newman, XBIZ 2020