My Favorite Homework

Homework kept Tiff pinned to the desk, numbers and letters blurring until her phone vibrated and lit up. A ping from her friend was worth more than any textbook at the moment. Alana’s heels clicked in the hallway and Tiff shoved the device under a stack of papers, pulse kicking as her stepmother stepped through the door. Alana, who taught at the same school, took one look and found every mistake. Her voice turned sharp, pointing out the wrong answers and scolding the cramped, messy handwriting. Yet Tiff’s mind was elsewhere—on skin, mouths, the wet rush between her legs. Alana sighed, then offered to help with anatomy if her stepdaughter truly wanted hands-on lessons. Tiff dropped the pen and spread her knees. She touched herself while Alana watched, the room thickening with quiet breaths. When Alana’s pupils darkened, Tiff asked to see how she liked it. Alana brought glistening fingers to her own slick folds, circling her clit until the shine spread, then guided Tiff’s mouth between her shaved lips. Tiff licked, learning the taste and rhythm, and the low approval in Alana’s voice told her she was earning high marks.