Making Mommy Squirm

Dava Foxx and Anya Olsen lounge on the couch, trading stories. Dava stands and heads for the kitchen. Anya reaches for her mother’s laptop, then freezes. On the screen a paused scene from Mommy’s Girl stares back: a woman spread open on her stepdaughter’s tongue. The corner of the player shows it isn’t the first time the clip has run. Curiosity beats hesitation. Anya clicks play. Wet sounds fill the room. Mouth on cunt, soft orders given in a shaky voice. Anya bites her lip to keep from laughing, but her free hand drifts down between her thighs. Dava returns with her glass, sees her stepdaughter flushed and staring, and knows she’s caught. Anya spins the laptop around. “Stepdaughter porn, really?” Her tone is light, but her eyes cut straight through every possible excuse. Dava tries denial. Her voice catches anyway. Anya slides closer. “You’ve thought about me like this, haven’t you, Mommy?” The last word lands warm and deliberate. Dava swallows. Her refusal is threadbare. Anya climbs into her lap, offers her wrist for holding, bends forward so her ass lifts. “If I’ve been bad, maybe Mommy should spank it.” That breaks the last strand of resistance. Dava pulls Anya over her knee, skirt flipped, panties dragged just far enough to bare smooth skin. The first slap cracks through the quiet; the second comes faster. Anya moans, wiggling against the hand that owns her, whispering “Mommy, harder,” until every smack echoes off the walls and Dava’s breath is short with want.