Green-Eyed Stepmom

Alina steps out of her skirt and unbuttons her blouse, down to nothing but a black bra and matching panties. The door shifts and Aderes stands in the gap, breath caught, eyes devouring the smooth curve of her stepdaughter's hips. Alina bends to the dresser, picks another dress, slips it on. Aderes watches. Alina yanks it off, tries the next. The final choice is tight, red, plunging low enough that one reckless shift might bare everything. Aderes's pulse knocks against her ribs. Alina studies herself in the mirror. "Definitely getting laid tonight." Aderes snaps, "Absolutely not." The words fall heavy, possessive. Alina spins, sees the guilty flush, the open wanting. "Mom—how long? Why—?" Aderes swallows. "Because I want you. Can't stand the thought of someone else touching you." Alina takes one slow, testing step forward. Her voice drops. "Then don't let me go." They meet halfway. Aderes's hand finds the slit in that red dress, fingers greedy on bare skin. Alina's date waits outside, forgotten, and neither of them cares.