The Panty Trap

Lyra finds the panties she lost mixed with a silicone cock on her stepmother's sheets. She corners Ashley about the load of laundry she left by the door and then walks out like nothing happened. When she returns, the silk and the toy are still there—only now Ashley's face is buried in them, breathing deep, hips bucking as she works the dildo between her spread thighs. Lyra sinks down outside the bedroom, her own fingers slipping under her waistband while she listens to the wet, rhythmic sound of skin on skin. Ashley catches her. Before Lyra can run, Ashley has her bent over one knee, cotton yanked down, palm cracking hard across bare cheeks. Each slap pushes Lyra's hips forward, and the heat blooming between her legs makes her bite her lip. Ashley drags two knuckles through the dripping slit she just exposed, inhales the scent, and claims a greedy handful of small, tight breasts. Lyra squirms until the threat lands—"One word to your father and I tell him you were knuckle-deep outside my door." Ashley lays Lyra on her back, drags her hips to the edge of the mattress, and spreads her open with both thumbs. The first slow lick folds Lyra's meaty lips back, warm breath and wet tongue working in tandem until Lyra pulses and coats Ashley's mouth with fresh sweetness. Ashley rises, thighs shiny, and grinds down onto Lyra—slick cunts sliding together, eyes locked, until Ashley's sudden tremor squeezes another quick orgasm from Lyra beneath her. Ashley swings a thigh over Lyra's face, lowers until her swollen clit brushes trembling lips. She teaches her to lap, to press, to lap again; then she rocks back, guiding Lyra's tongue lower so it circles and teases the tight ring of muscle until Ashley shudders. When she rolls onto her side, she stuffs a pair of the scented panties into Lyra's mouth, watches the elastic peek between flushed lips while she slides two fingers in and out of her stepdaughter until she comes again. Promised the attention of those soft hands anytime she wants, Lyra finally nods—lips parted around silk, thighs still trembling from being used.