Filling In At The Last Minute

Dee wants River out of the house tonight. She's planned something private with her husband and the last thing she needs is River hovering. River says she'll stay in her room. Dee seems satisfied and retreats upstairs to prepare. River hears her phone buzz. A message from her dad: the work trip extended. He's not coming home at all. She heads down the hallway to knock on their bedroom door and stops cold. Through the crack, candlelight. Silk sheets. Dee on the bed wearing sheer black lingerie. Blindfold around her eyes. Stockings clipped to a garter belt. Nipples clearly visible through the lace. Her legs slightly parted, one hand already tracing slow circles between them. River means to speak. But Dee turns toward the sound of footsteps. Her voice is already soft and wet with anticipation. "You're early. Come here. I want your mouth on me first." River hesitates. Dee's thighs open wider. The scent of her perfume hits. Something citrus over warm skin. She mistakes the silence for permission. Lifts her hips slightly. Already glistening. "Don't make me wait. My pussy's been aching for you. Take what's yours." River watches a bead of arousal slip down her stepmother's inner thigh and forgets every reason she came in. She steps inside. Kicks the door shut behind her. Moves toward the bed without speaking, fingers already at the clasp of her jeans.