Snooping On Her Daughter's Computer

Dee wipes down the marble kitchen counter when she spots Tiffany's laptop left open in the den. Her stepdaughter turned eighteen two months ago and now spends every free hour glued to that screen. Dee tells herself to keep moving. Instead she steps closer, drawn by a hunger she refuses to name. She clicks the mouse. The video begins. On screen Tiffany stands in soft bedroom light, bra and panties the color of champagne. Her hips roll to silent music. One strap slides off her shoulder, then the next. She rolls the bra down until her breasts spring free, nipples tight and pink. Lace panties follow, slipping down long thighs and onto the floor. Tiffany smiles at the lens, turns, and crawls onto her bed. She props herself on one elbow, parts her thighs, and two fingers trace glistening folds. Her clit shines. Each slow circle pulls a quiet moan from her throat. Fingers push inside, knuckles disappearing, thighs quivering with each thrust. Dee feels heat flood her own skin. She locks the door, sinks onto the chaise, and mirrors the girl on screen. Fingers shove under her tight skirt and find slick, waiting heat. Her strokes match the video stroke for stroke, breath hitching every time Tiffany rolls her hips and sighs. By the time the clip fades to black, Dee is trembling, coming hard against her own hand, pleasure streaking through her belly like warm lightning.