A More Dominant Daughter

Crystal reclined on her bed when Aria shuffled in, eyes red from crying. She started to greet her daughter with her usual warmth, then stopped. Something was clearly wrong. She patted the mattress and told Aria to sit. Aria hesitated, then dropped onto the edge of the bed. Crystal’s brows knit. “Bad day at college?” “No. College is fine,” Aria mumbled. “It’s just… it’s… personal.” “Tell me,” Crystal said softly, sliding closer. Aria’s cheeks flared. “This girl I hooked up with called me boring in bed,” she blurted. Crystal’s lips twitched in surprise. Then she exhaled, calm again. “Boring how?” “She said I just lay there.” Crystal rubbed small circles between Aria’s shoulder blades. “Honey, nineteen is still the starting line. That girl just got impatient.” Aria’s jaw tightened. “I don’t want to be left again because I don’t know what I’m doing.” “Then let’s change that,” Crystal said. She traced a fingertip along Aria’s thigh. “Be loud. Use your hands. Tell her what feels good while she’s inside you. Move—hips, mouth, everything. Partners crave a body that answers back.” Aria nodded too fast, but doubt pooled in her eyes. Crystal leaned back, studying her. “You learn best by doing.” She waited one breath. “So let’s do it.” Aria’s head snapped up. “You mean—?” “I’m your stepmother,” Crystal said, unfazed. “Bodies, not blood. I’ll show you what to do so no one calls you boring again.” Aria swallowed. The thought of being teased over another night loosened her resistance. She nodded. Crystal crawled forward, caught Aria’s mouth in a slow, wet kiss, and peeled the girl’s thin top away. Lips brushed Aria’s nipple, tongue flicking once, twice, until Aria gasped. Crystal lifted her head, voice low against flushed skin. “Pay attention. Tonight you learn how to fuck back.”