Mommy's Meditation

Cassidy knew her friend Lola was trouble the second she suggested barging in on Lisa Ann's naked meditation. Sure, her stepmother looked stunning sprawled on that mat—thick thighs parted just enough, heavy breasts rising with each slow breath—but respecting her privacy had always felt right. Until Lola planted the thought. Now Cassidy sat across from her, heart hammering. Lisa Ann's palm settled warm on her thigh. Her voice dropped low and steady, guiding each inhale until something loosened inside Cassidy. She pulled her own top off without thinking. Cool air brushed her nipples. Lisa Ann leaned in. Their mouths met slow, then hungry. When her stepmother slipped lower and kissed between Cassidy's legs, it felt inevitable. Cassidy tasted her back—tongue hesitant at first, then bolder, learning the wet heat of a woman she had watched her whole life. They moved through it like another kind of breath work, stopping only when both lay open and spent on the mat, skin flushed, the house gone utterly still around them.