Mommy's Dream

Ryan Keely's nights have been hell since the affair exploded. Her ex husband moved fast. Papers. Custody. Cut the cord and kept Skylar away. Ryan keeps reliving it in her dreams—sometimes the fight, sometimes the fucking. Today the good dream came. She’s on the couch, hand between her legs, working her clit in tight circles, chasing the wet heat she used to get from Skylar’s mouth. The door opens. Skylar stands there, suitcase at her feet. Ryan freezes mid-stroke, two fingers glistening. Their eyes lock. Nothing needs saying. Skylar’s an adult now; she chose to walk out of her father’s house and straight back here. Ryan sits up, legs still spread. Skylar drops the bag and crosses the room. Their mouths crash. Ryan’s tongue is greedy. She pulls Skylar’s jeans open, slides a hand inside, feels the familiar slick folds. Skylar arches, moaning into the kiss, then yanks Ryan’s shirt up, freeing heavy tits that spill into her palms. Nipples harden against her tongue as Ryan sinks lower, dragging Skylar’s soaked panties aside so she can bury her face where she belongs. Breath hot, lips shining, they move like they never stopped. Skylar’s thighs tremble around Ryan’s head; Ryan sucks and laps until Skylar’s fingers knot in her hair and she comes with a choked whimper. They trade places. Skylar pushes Ryan back, spreads her, licks broad stripes up her cunt until Ryan shudders and swears. When she slides two fingers inside and sucks Ryan’s clit, the older woman breaks, thighs clamping, hips jerking. Sweaty, flushed, they stay tangled. No more sneaking. No more shame. Just skin on skin, tomorrow and the next day and every day after.