Galentine's Day

Reese sits in her room staring at nothing, another Valentine's Day gone wrong. Her stepmom Sophia finds her there and decides to fix it. They call it Galentine's Day instead. Both of them, no plans, nobody to answer to. They book massages, eat cake in bed, soak in the bath until their fingers wrinkle. Reese laughs for the first time all week. Then her face changes. She admits the one thing she's still missing is an orgasm. No girlfriend means no one to touch her. Sophia hesitates, then walks to her drawer and pulls out the vibrator she's had for years. She hands it over without ceremony. Reese turns the toy in her palm like she has never held one before. Sophia watches her press the wrong buttons and finally takes it back. She turns it on low, presses it just above Reese's clit, and tells her to keep her legs open. She shows her daughter where to move it, how long to stay in one spot, how hard she should press when she feels the first tight pull in her belly. Soon both of them are flushed, nipples hard, breathing quick. Sophia slides her fingers inside herself and comes first, eyes locked on Reese. Reese follows right after, hips jerking, the vibrator still buzzing between her thighs. They stay on the bed long after, sweat cooling, trading lazy kisses. This Galentine's Day would be hard to beat.