You Tricked Me: Part One

Samantha Rone's stuck at the in-laws when her friend Tara calls. She's dying to spill about Cherie DeVille, her stepmom, who's been acting like a total perv, shooting her looks, getting handsy, and yesterday shoved her foot right between Samantha's legs during dinner. Who the fuck does that? At least her husband was leaving sneaky notes to get her juices flowing, but no real action could happen with the family all up in their business. Samantha was dying to ride his cock raw. That day? Not happening. Her husband? Nope. Cherie slinks into the kitchen like a damn cat, wearing this electric pink lingerie that leaves nothing to the imagination. She slaps Samantha's ass. Samantha spins around, spitting fire: whatever sick fantasy Cherie's got cooking, forget it. She's married to Cherie's son. Cherie just grins, promises one taste and Samantha's whole life flips. Hooks her with silky words and steel determination until Samantha cracks, mouths colliding, tongues slipping. For one hot second. Then Samantha bolts. Couple days later, Samantha spots a sticky note on the screen: Go Upstairs. She races up, snatches the next note that reads Put Me On. Bag at the foot of the bed: candy-apple red heels, matching lace. She strips fast, thinking he's upstairs waiting to fuck. Blindfold on. She stretches out on the sheets, pulse hammering. She never sees the woman who climbs behind her, but warm hands slide over her skin and it sure as hell isn't her husband. It's Cherie.