Tumultuous Temperature

Vivian hears Sophie come through the front door and lights up, pulling her blonde stepdaughter into a tight hug. Sophie wastes no time and darts down the hall, remote still in her hand, to “freshen up.” Left alone, Vivian grabs what she thinks is the thermostat remote off the couch and cranks the AC. In Sophie’s room the vibrator buried inside her suddenly buzzes hard. She gasps, flops back on the bed, and instinctively grabs the second remote—the one she believes controls the toy—to turn it down. All it does is kick the house temperature up another five degrees. Sweat beads on Sophie’s skin as the toy keeps throbbing. Her big tits heave under her tank top while she grinds against the mattress, biting her lip. Vivian follows the strange noise, pushes open the door, and stops dead. Sophie’s legs are spread, fingers working fast around the buzzing toy, brunette hair sticking to flushed cheeks. Their eyes lock. For a second nobody moves. Then Sophie laughs, low and cocky. “Well, you found me,” she says, still circling her clit. “Wanna finish what you started?” Vivian’s breath catches. She steps inside, shuts the door, and peels off her top. Heat rolls through the room—literal and otherwise—as stepmom drops between stepdaughter’s thighs, mouth eager, the thermostat forgotten and the real temperature climbing fast.