Get In Step-Mommy's Bed

Freya slipped through the bedroom door and whispered her stepmom’s name. Christie slept on, one arm flung above her head, her big tits rising slow under the thin sheet. Freya tried again, louder, then again, until Christie’s eyes snapped open, drowsy and irritated. “Freya, you’re a grown woman,” Christie muttered, voice thick. “Go sleep in your own room.” Freya hovered at the edge of the mattress, twisting her hands. Work had left her nerves raw; she couldn’t stand another night alone. Just this once, she begged, and Christie gave in with a sigh, warning her not to wiggle. They lay back to back until Freya’s fidgeting grew louder than the silence. Christie rolled over, ready to send her away, then caught the look in her stepdaughter’s eyes. She swallowed a groan and told Freya to touch herself if it would quiet her down. Freya slid her hand beneath the sheet. The soft, wet sounds filled the dark. Christie told herself to ignore it, yet heat pooled low in her belly. Her own fingers crept between her thighs. She stroked in time with Freya’s quickening breaths until she was gasping too. When Freya arched, Christie reached for her, pulling the younger woman close, their mouths meeting hot and urgent while two pairs of hands kept moving, promising neither of them sleep anytime soon.