A Good, Stern Talking-To

Jane slams the phone down after the latest angry client tears her apart. She stalks through the house calling for London. When her stepmom appears she lays it out—complaints have piled up because London flirts with every husband and parades around in next to nothing while she walks their dogs. London flashes that practiced smile and insists she’s just friendly, nothing unprofessional. Jane’s mouth twists. She says the flirting hits closer to home: London has been doing the same damn thing here, with her, and Jane likes it. The air thickens. London steps in, confesses she has wanted her stepdaughter for months. No more talk. London pushes Jane against the wall, mouth greedy. Jane yanks open London’s robe and cups the older woman’s tits, thumbs brushing hard nipples. London’s fingers slide straight under Jane’s waistband, find her slick and ready, circle her clit until she gasps. They drop to the floor, hungry. London peels off Jane’s clothes, spreads her thighs, and licks long, slow, wet strokes up her pussy. Jane arches, pulls London’s mouth tighter, rides her tongue. She drags London up for a kiss, tastes herself, then pushes two fingers deep inside London, curling hard until London’s hips jerk and she moans into Jane’s throat. They grind, skin sliding, breath breaking, until both shake apart—sweaty, spent, grinning like they finally got what they had been denying.