Secret Slumber Party

Abella creeps into the bedroom and finds Ava passed out. She runs her fingers up the soft skin of her stepmother's inner thighs and Ava wakes with a start. "What the hell are you doing in here this late?" Abella mumbles some bullshit about being scared to sleep alone while dad's away. Ava rolls her eyes, swears they're safe, promises nothing's going to drag her away. Abella keeps pushing, and Ava folds. They spoon, bodies close. Ava gets twitchy—says this feels weird at Abella's age, their father would blow a fuse. Abella asks why. That's when Ava cracks, confessing she couldn't keep her hands off the tight little bodies in every last marriage and that's exactly why they all went down in flames. Abella listens, pulse climbing, heat pooling between her legs. She can't stop herself from touching—fingers slip under lace, rubbing her clit, teasing her nipples, soaking the sheet as Ava talks. Ava reaches over, knuckles deep in the girl's cunt, stroking her swollen lips until Abella shudders and comes. Then Abella dives between her stepmother's thighs, tongue working Ava's slick folds, pushing her over the edge till she drenches Abella's grinning face. Sure, the girl might just be the perfect little mess mommy always needed.