Mom-Night Stand

Katie Morgan thinks her secret's safe. One week into her new marriage and she's already climbing into bed with Morgan Rain, some college girl she picked up. Different circles, different worlds. One night only. She tells herself the mess will never spill into daylight. Then she meets her stepdaughter. The same girl she had between her legs three days ago is now sitting at her dining table, smirking over dinner like nothing happened. Katie nearly drops the wine bottle. Morgan just raises an eyebrow, slow, like she's daring her to slip up in front of her new husband. It's reckless. It's hot. And Katie's already wet. She swears she won't touch her again. Swears it while brushing her teeth, while folding towels, while Morgan walks past in nothing but a towel. But the girl won't stop pushing. Lingering glances. Hands that stay too long. A stolen kiss in the hallway when her husband is taking a shower. By the third night, Katie's back is hitting the bedroom wall. Morgan's mouth is on her tits, lips closing around a nipple, sucking hard enough to make her knees buckle. She can't even pretend to resist. Pants come down, fingers slide through slick heat, and then Katie's on her back, licking Morgan's cunt like she's starving for it. She keeps telling herself it's just once more. She keeps fucking up the math. She already cheated once; what's another night? What's another secret between now and whenever Morgan graduates and moves away? Except deep down she knows this girl isn't going anywhere, and neither is the hunger that's settling in like it means to stay.