Naughty Nanny Cam

Casca drops onto the bed with her laptop and mutters that it’s time to check yesterday’s nanny cam. She opens the file. Onscreen, Lilly Bell stares straight into the lens with a sly little grin. Casca leans closer. Lilly’s voice fills the room. She says she knows only Casca ever watches the footage, so tonight—with the house empty—she’s made something special just for her. Lilly winks, tells her not to mention a word to the husband, and starts to strip. Slow. Teasing. Her fingertips glide over each strap until they whisper to the floor. She watches the camera as she speaks, confessing she’s always had a weakness for mothers. Casca’s mouth tightens; she slaps a hand over her eyes, offended. Fingers part anyway. She peeks. Lilly turns, shows everything, then settles on the edge of the crib and slips two fingers between her legs. Wet sounds crackle through the speakers. Casca’s breath shudders. Her other hand drifts downward, pressing, rubbing. She stops fighting it. Eyes open now, knees parting, she matches Lilly stroke for stroke until the laptop screen is the only light left in the room and both women are breathing hard.