Our New Family Part Three: Knowing Mommy

Misty Stone stands under hot water, soaping her skin. Teanna Trump watches from the corner, hunger tightening in her chest. She remembers the way Ana Foxxx touched her, the heat that had raced between their thighs, and now she wants that same burn from her new stepmother. Misty catches the stare. Water beads on her small, pierced breasts as she steps out and asks what the girl is doing there. Teanna admits everything—the new house, the new rules, the secrets she can’t tell her father. She wants lessons. Misty listens, towel loose around her hips, then leads Teanna down the hall to the bedroom. Blinds drawn, they face each other. Misty’s fingers move first, brushing Teanna’s mouth, teaching her how to kiss slow and deep. Teanna shivers when Misty reaches beneath her shorts, pulls the bra aside, and cups those tight little tits, thumbs tracing the dark nipples until they stiffen. She sinks between Teanna’s open legs, spits on the smooth lips, and licks until the girl is soaked and trembling. Then she orders her up onto the pillows. Teanna climbs over Misty’s face, obedient, grinding against her stepmother’s tongue. Her clit swells with every slow, deliberate stroke. When the tension breaks she cries out, thighs shaking. Misty flips her onto her back, climbs on top, and rides her hard—tribbing in sharp, wet strokes until Teanna can’t hold another sound inside. Afterward Misty grips her chin and warns her: not a word to her father. Their secret stays theirs.