Stop Fucking My Friends: Part One

Julia Ann won’t collect any stepmother trophies, and she doesn’t much care. Her eyes usually slide past her husband’s daughter, unless one of Gia’s friends catches her attention. Lately that’s Molly Mae—soft curves, big tits, mouth made for trouble. Gia calls Molly every time she needs to unload. Today she’s fuming about the pool boy, convinced her stepmother’s been opening her legs for him. What she doesn’t know is Molly already has the same access, straight from Julia herself. They’ve been fucking in secret, and they’re meeting again tonight. Gia senses something’s off; she slips back inside, barefoot, heart hammering, and wedges herself into the bedroom closet. Through the slatted door she watches her stepmother peel Molly’s tank top over those heavy breasts, tongue flicking each nipple until Molly sighs and arches. Julia drops to her knees, drags lace aside, and licks long, slow stripes over the younger girl’s pussy. Molly’s knees buckle. She grabs Julia’s hair and rocks against her mouth until she comes, hot and breathless. Julia climbs up, they trade kisses, tongues sliding, wet with each other. The sight makes Gia’s hand move on its own. She presses two fingers hard to her clit, grinds in tight circles, biting her lip to stay quiet while the women sixty-nine on the bed, moaning into soaked flesh until they shudder and gasp together. Betrayed. Aroused. Hidden. Gia keeps rubbing until her thighs shake and her own quiet orgasm pulses through her in the dark.