Mommy's Little Black Book

Scarlett Sage poked around her closet, hunting for that geometry book. An old box caught her eye. She flipped through the stack until her fingers brushed a black hardcover she didn't recognize. Curiosity won. Inside, the name stopped her cold—Reagan Foxx, her step-mother. She had no idea Reagan kept a diary, let alone one that looked like this. She opened it. The first entry burned across the page: a raw, breathless account of another woman’s mouth on Reagan, the slick sounds, the shake in her thighs. Scarlett read on. Reagan’s words spilled every detail—tongues deep, fingers slick, orgasms that left her gasping. Heat pooled low in Scarlett’s belly. She slipped her hand between her legs and stroked while the entries painted picture after picture. The bedroom door opened. Reagan froze at the sight, diary open, Scarlett’s hand busy. She turned to leave, then paused. She stepped inside instead. Scarlett scrambled, guilt flashing across her face. Reagan snatched the book, voice sharp. How dare she. Scarlett blurted it out before she could stop herself—she was a lesbian too. Reagan’s anger melted into something softer. She asked gentle questions. Had Scarlett ever been with a woman? Scarlett shook her head, voice barely above a whisper. She’d only touched herself to the thought. Reagan moved closer. Their knees brushed. Her voice dropped. Did Scarlett want to learn? Scarlett’s answer was her mouth—hot, eager, clumsy with hunger. Reagan guided her hands to bare breasts, showed her how to squeeze and tease until nipples tightened under eager thumbs. Then she laid Scarlett back, spread her open, and tasted her properly for the first time. Scarlett moaned loud, hips rocking, gripping Reagan’s hair as the older woman licked and sucked until her whole body shook. Every nerve lit up. Every lick pulled her closer. She felt closer to Reagan than ever before, coming apart under her step-mother’s tongue like it was exactly where she belonged.