Sitting On A Secret

Penny tells Chloe she’s meeting friends tonight. The second the door shuts, Chloe pulls a thick dildo from its hiding spot and plants it on the floor. She hikes her dress, sinks down, and rides it in greedy little circles. Penny’s back before the first moan finishes. Chloe freezes, dress smoothed over her thighs, knees still wide around the toy buried inside her. “Change of plans,” Penny says. “Now we can spend the evening together.” She spots Chloe on the floor. “Yoga?” Chloe nods too fast. When Penny asks for a dirty cup on the counter, Chloe claims a muscle spasm. Penny steps behind her and rubs slow circles over her lower back. Every press drives Chloe deeper onto the shaft. She bites her lip, stifles a gasp, and Penny stops, satisfied she’s helped. She tries to lift Chloe up. The sudden tug pops the toy free; it lands between them with a wet slap. Penny stares. Chloe admits she hardly ever gets time alone. They trade a few quick words about toys, Penny’s cheeks turning pink. Chloe leans in, voice low, and coaxes her stepmother closer until hesitation melts into heat and they move together on the kitchen floor.