Strap-Mom

Alex De La Flor is stretched out on the couch when Sinn Sage drops beside her. She has a date tonight. Alex feels the familiar burn of jealousy. These outings steal more of Sinn's time each week, and Alex claims she's only looking out for her. Sinn, though, wants her life back and refuses to be guilt-tripped. Left with no other play, Alex gives in with a reluctant promise. Later, Sinn pins her hair up in the bathroom. Alex pushes the door wider. Her robe snaps open to bare straps of lace and a harness already buckled around her hips. Sinn's expression hardens. The excitement Alex expects never arrives, only a curt demand to talk. They argue. Alex insists she only wants one last stretch of closeness before Sinn disappears again, an 18-year-old curiosity wrapped around a new toy. Her voice cracks, courage bleeding away under Sinn's glare. Shame creeps in. Then the switch flips. Sinn reaches for the silicone phallus, weighs it, nods once. She pulls Alex flush, jaw firm. The lesson has begun. No more thought of dresses or dinners or men. Sinn takes the harness, thrusts deep and measured, and the heat dissolves into sighs. When her turn arrives, Alex sinks between Sinn's thighs, tongue tracing, then rises to claim the same strap for herself. They trade control and spend the night shaking the bathroom mirrors instead of leaving the house.