A Love Letter To Mom

Mona’s stepdaughter Morgan's been gone a few weeks and the house feels empty as hell. She misses the noise, the chaos, her girl. So one afternoon she fires up Morgan’s computer, figured she’d kill time with some dumb games. That’s when she spots a weird video sitting on the desktop. She clicks it. Big mistake. Or maybe the best one she’s made all year. Morgan’s face fills the screen, flushed already, and she drops the bomb like it’s nothing: she’s into her stepmom, always has been, and made this little movie so Mona wouldn’t have to wonder. Mona’s heart flips, jaw hanging, but Morgan’s already sliding her hand between her thighs, peeling her shorts off like she owns the camera. Every moan, every slick sound of fingers working that pretty pussy hits Mona like a shot of something stronger than liquor. Next thing she knows, Mona’s own jeans are down, knees spread wide in Morgan’s desk chair, matching rhythm with the girl she helped raise. She laughs once, dirty and surprised at herself, then stops thinking. When Morgan finally steps through that front door, the welcome-home party is already decided.