A Glimpse Of Lost Youth

Dorothy Black still turns heads, but the lines around her eyes remind her she’s not twenty-five anymore. She knows the power she once had. Tonight she walks in on her stepdaughter Lily Blossom—bare, breathless, all tongue and fingers—and Lily’s girlfriend Jasmin Jayne, nipples hard, both of them moaning like nothing else matters. Their bodies twist on the couch, blonde hair tangled with brunette, small silver piercings catching the light every time Jasmin arches her back. Those tits, big and soft, jiggle as Lily squeezes them, thumbs flicking the rings. Dorothy feels the old fire bite deep. Jealous. Horny. Done with watching. She crosses the room, heels silent, pulse hammering. The girls look up, lips wet, eyes wide. Dorothy drops her robe. No hesitation, no apology. She pushes between them, takes Lily’s mouth first, then Jasmin’s, tasting youth on both tongues. Hands everywhere—hers, theirs—rough, greedy. Tonight the old lioness isn’t sitting on the sidelines. She’s in the damn pride.