Making Mommy Squirm

Dava and Anya are lounging on the couch, shooting the shit. Dava gets up for water and Anya hollers, "Hey mom, saw the cutest cat video, can I borrow your laptop?" Dava laughs on her way out. "Sure, like there aren't already nine billion cat videos online." Anya rolls her eyes, grabs the laptop, and clicks it open. The screen freezes her in place. Full-screen, paused mid-stroke, a mother-daughter fuck scene from Mommy's Girl stares back at her. "Holy shit," she whispers, then hits play. Wet sounds, dirty dialogue, and Anya’s eyebrows shoot up. By the time Dava walks back in, Anya spins the laptop around and asks why her mom’s jerk-off fodder is all "stepdaughter" clips. Dava claims it’s just porn. Anya’s not buying it. "I’m eighteen, not eight," she scoffs, tilting forward so her cleavage pops. "If you want me to be your girl, just say it, Mommy." She keeps hammering the word — "Mommy this, Mommy that" — until Dava’s breathing gets shallow. Then Anya pops the final dare: "Bet you’d love to bend me over your knee and smack my ass, huh, Mommy?" Dava snaps, yanks Anya across her lap, and starts slapping that tight little butt red. Anya’s grin only gets wider every time her mom’s palm lands.