Don't be scared Mommy

Aidra slipped into the bedroom without a sound. Julia woke to the sudden weight on the mattress and the cool slide of hands along her thighs. She didn’t speak. Aidra never did. She kissed like she already knew the taste of her stepmother’s skin. Her mouth moved slowly down Julia’s throat, lingering at the hollow of her collarbone, then lower until she found her breasts. Her tongue circled each nipple with idle patience. When Julia tried to touch her, Aidra caught both wrists and pinned them against the sheets. Fingers slid inside her without hesitation. Two at once, knuckles nudging deeper each time her hips rose. Julia’s breath hitched in short, broken sounds that died in the dark. Aidra waited until she was trembling, then pulled her hand free and replaced it with her mouth. She worked her lips and tongue in a steady rhythm, pressing against the warm flesh until Julia felt herself open to it. The sheets twisted beneath her, damp with sweat and the slow spread of arousal. Aidra took her time, licking every inch, flicking her tongue over the swollen clit. Each flick sharpened the ache until Julia’s legs shook with it. When Aidra lifted her head, her lips were wet. She moved back up and kissed her again, sharing the taste, the warmth. Their tongues met in the heat, and Julia moaned into her daughter’s mouth, hips grinding upward. Aidra answered with a hard curl of fingers inside her, brushing the spot that made her pulse jump. The rhythm grew faster. Julia gasped and tightened around the hand, body curling toward the peak without sound.