An Independent Woman

Riley Anne shuffles in from school looking like a kicked puppy. Serene Siren looks up from the counter, spots the mood immediately, and hits her with the usual hug and “hey baby.” Takes about thirty seconds for the story to tumble out: the smug bastard teaching home ec says girls need to learn to cook for their future husbands. Serene goes nuclear. She’s loud, she’s proud, damn near spitting as she lists every flavor of queer that doesn’t owe a man jack shit. Riley tries to wave her down but secretly eats it up; that fire in her step-mom makes her stomach flip. Heat rushes between her legs before she can stop it. Serene notices, of course, eyes flashing, grin splitting wide. “You horny right now?” she asks, like it’s the weather. Riley turns tomato red and admits jerking off does nothing for her. Serene stares like the girl just confessed to never breathing. Fuck that. She grabs Riley’s wrist and marches them to the bedroom, door kicked shut behind. She strips her step-daughter slow, drops kisses on every new inch of skin, then drops between her thighs and starts rubbing her clit in small, slick circles. Riley jerks, hips chasing the touch. Serene slides two fingers inside, curls them hard, fucks her in steady strokes while her tongue flicks the swollen nub. Riley comes shaking, then again when Serene climbs on, grinding their wet cunts together in hot, messy tribbing. Their clit and folds slap and slide till both women soak the sheets and Riley finally gets it: she can get off all on her own—or with a very generous teacher.