Oh Mama!

Danni Rivers walked through the door and found Georgia Jones in the kitchen, her father’s brand-new girlfriend. Only twenty-eight—Danni balked. Her dad was pushing sixty. The age gap felt obscene. Georgia smiled too easily, like this whole house was already hers. She told Danni things were serious, that Danni might soon call her step-mom. Something hot twisted in Danni’s gut; she turned on her heel and slammed her bedroom door behind her. Alone, the thought that had chased her home refused to leave: Georgia was gorgeous. The image of that tight body wrapped in thin silk loosened something inside her. Danni lay back, slipped her fingers into her shorts, and found herself slick. She circled her swollen clit, hips rocking against her hand. The word slipped free in a shaky whisper. “Oh mama… oh mama…” The door opened. Georgia stood there, barefoot, eyes wide with amusement. “Were you saying ‘oh mama’?” Danni tried to close her legs, denial burning on her tongue, but Georgia stepped closer. “No shame needed,” she said softly. “I’m closer to your age than his. Maybe we understand each other better than you think.” Danni rose like gravity had reversed. Their mouths met, breath hot, the kiss tasting of tension breaking. Georgia’s fingers slid straight beneath Danni’s waistband and stroked her drenched cunt in slow, deliberate circles. A low moan vibrated between their lips. Georgia smiled against her mouth, breath feathering over wet skin. “If we’re doing this, baby girl, you keep calling me Mama.”