May He Protect Us: Part Two

Gossip spreads fast once it has a foothold. Tara learned the hard way when a single secret about her first anal lesson slipped into the wrong hands. Now the hallway carries the word slut like it means something. Worse, they twist the fact that the hands—and the strap—belonged to her step-mom, Nina. She finds Nina in the kitchen, arms crossed under full breasts, waiting. The story pours out: stares, whispers, the ugly certainty that liking what they did makes her broken. Nina steps in close, cups Tara’s face, and speaks plainly. “There’s nothing ugly about what we shared.” Nina’s hand slides down the front of Tara’s jeans, pops the button, eases inside. One finger traces the still-sensitive ring of muscle, slow circles that make Tara’s hips twitch. “Let me show you again,” Nina murmurs. They move to the bedroom, clothes falling where they land. Nina keeps the talk low and dirty, guiding Tara onto her stomach, spreading her cheeks, working her open with slick fingers until the tight muscle yields. When the strap-on presses in this time, Tara pushes back, eager for the stretch she once only tolerated. Nina fucks her deeper, steady strokes that make the girl moan loud enough for the whole empty house to hear. Each thrust lands sharp and wet; her clit grinds the sheets until the shame from earlier melts into something hotter, more certain. Nina leans over her, palm on the small of her back, voice warm against her ear. “You’re allowed to love this.” Tara comes with a sob that cracks into laughter, body jerking, ass clenching around the toy like it belongs there. Later, sprawled and sweaty, she believes it. Nothing wrong with any of it.