A Love Letter To Mom

Mona Wales finds the house too quiet with Morgan away. Her absence leaves a dull ache even though Mona knows her stepdaughter is out there living. She borrows Morgan’s laptop and opens a game, but a lone file sits on the desktop like an invitation. She hesitates, then clicks. Morgan appears on screen, naked already, and starts speaking straight into the camera. Her voice trembles at first as she tells Mona she’s in love with her, has been for years, then she slides two fingers through her wet folds and lets the confession turn filthy. Mona’s breath catches. Heat spreads fast. She pushes her skirt aside, sinks onto the edge of the bed, and matches every stroke Morgan makes, soaking the thin cotton beneath her. Morgan moans louder now, thighs wide, the lens zoomed tight on her glistening cunt as she works her clit in tight circles. Mona bites her lip and follows, hips rocking, until they both come—hard, raw, and loud—knowing it’s only the beginning.