The silence in the bathroom was deafening, broken only by the hiss of the shower spray hitting the tile floor. Steam was already beginning to curl in the air, veiling her in a soft, ethereal mist. My heart hammered against my ribs, a frantic drumbeat echoing the throbbing ache between my legs. She hadn’t been joking. She hadn’t been subtle. The invitation was as clear as the hungry look in her eyes. She reached behind her...

The silence in the bedroom is absolute, a thick, tangible thing charged with shock and something else, something darker and far more potent. My mother, Sarah, stands frozen in the doorway, her keys a forgotten weight in her hand. Her eyes are wide, her face pale, but they aren’t fixed on Lena’s triumphant smile. They’re locked on me, on my body, on the rigid, undeniable evidence of my arousal still glistening from Lena’s...

Lena’s voice is a velvet command in the charged silence. “Lie down, Sarah. Right here.” Her hands are on my mother’s shoulders, gentle but insistent, guiding her backward onto the soft, rumpled rug beside the bed. Sarah moves like a sleepwalker, her eyes glazed, her naked body yielding. She lowers herself, her back coming to rest on the floor, her dark hair fanning out around her head. Her chest rises and falls in quick,...

The air is thick with the scent of sex and sweat and jasmine perfume. My mother’s taste is still on my tongue, sharp and sweet, a brand on my senses. She lies panting on the rug, her body still trembling from the force of her climax. But I am not done. The sight of her, the sound of her moan, the feel of her juices around my fingers has ignited something feral and desperate in me. My cock aches, a throbbing, insistent dem...