Good Mom, Bad Mom

Kit Mercer and Kenzie Taylor sit together, nursing the fresh headache their stepdaughter Lana has left behind. The girl keeps pushing. One week it’s a slammed door, the next a forbidden phone call. Nothing sticks. Kenzie wants rules, hard lines; Kit keeps asking for patience. After the latest clash they send Lana upstairs, then stand in the kitchen whispering their own war. Kenzie snaps that Kit is too soft, so Kit decides to prove her wrong by proving she can reach Lana without raising her voice. She finds Lana sulking on the bed and folds the girl into a long hug, pulling that young face against her full breasts. Lana breathes in the scent, eyes fluttering. Kit scolds in a hush, gentle as silk, but every word lands against warm skin and heavy curves. When Lana’s hand rises to cup Kit’s breast, Kit only smiles and murmurs that more touch comes only if Lana behaves. Lana’s promise spills out quick and eager, yet Kenzie watches from the doorway and stays unconvinced. Days later Kenzie gets her turn. She hauls Lana across her lap the moment the girl acts out, palm cracking against soft flesh. Lana gasps, face flushed, hips rocking with every strike. Still, she swears she’ll be good, and Kenzie lets her go, satisfied at least for now. Kit catches the glint in Lana’s eye and knows the storm is only gathering. When Lana breaks another rule, both women meet her in the bedroom. They’ve watched how quickly the girl’s pulse jumps at any brush of skin. They know the restless heat pulsing beneath that mischief. So tonight they choose a new lesson: they’ll steady those teenage urges with both pairs of hands until Lana learns pleasure comes with a price. Kit pulls her close, Kenzie’s fingers already slipping beneath the hem of Lana’s skirt. No words left, only the three of them testing limits, bodies speaking in heat and breath and the slick sound of surrender.