My name is Lana. I am a 16-year-old young woman. I live with my stepmom Donna in Vegas. People tell me that I am very beautiful. They are not wrong. I have long dark auburn hair. I have a toned, flexible body, 5 ft 2 in., 120 lb. I am an athlete at my high school where I am a junior. 

When I get really dressed up, I am killa, know what I mean? My tits are young and hard, and I already have a dumbbell weight routine to keep them that way that I follow religiously. Except for my height, I look like a runway model…a very hot runway model.

Some kids have trouble with their stepmoms. That’s not a problem for me. Donna fuckin’ loves me, and I love her back!

Donna is a vice-president of some shit for a big global aerospace corporation. A community college dropout, Donna comes from a blue-collar family. She has buzz-saw ambition and work ethic, and she climbed the corporate ladder two rungs at a time. Her achievements are based on merit.

So, dude, listen. I was in a flirtatious, attention-seeking mood that day. It was a sunny Sunday morning. I was lying out on Donna's patio in a lounger, clad only in a sexy, skimpy black thong, a size too small, that revealed virtually all of my pretty teen ass, and stiletto heels. That is ALL I was wearing, dude. I was also wearing an expensive pair of slightly oversized sunglasses. I looked like a fuckin’ snack! My end goal for this day was to give the world a hard-on.

Oh, one thing. Donna and I were the only ones at home.

The Nevada sun blazed down on my bare skin. The scent of freshly mowed grass was everywhere, and the chirping of nearby birds provided a soundtrack to my little scheme. The black thong I had chosen to wear was practically painted on, and the stiletto heels just topped off my look. Ya know? Any psychologist worth a hot damn would say I was and am a complete narcissist.

I heard the sliding glass door behind me open, and a shadow fell across my face. I didn't need to turn around to know it was her, the queen of the house.

Donna had a vibe. This powerful corporate woman had this way of moving, like a cougar in Louboutins, that let you know what you needed to know without her even saying a word. She cleared her throat, and I felt her eyes on me, appraising my form with a mix of maternal concern and something... else. That something else sent a bolt of electricity straight to my core.

"Lana, sweetheart," she began, her voice as smooth as the whiskey she liked to sip when she thought no one was watching. "You know you're not supposed to be out here like that." But there was a hint of amusement in her tone, like she was trying to scold a kitten.

I turned my head just enough to peer over the rim of my sunglasses, flashing her my sincerest insincere grin. "What's the BFD, Mom?" I purred, emphasizing the word 'Mom' just enough to make it sound like I’m a little bitch…which I am. "It's just us here."

Donna's eyes traveled from my soft, pretty hair down to my barely covered backside. She was devouring me. Her gaze lingered on my ass, and I could almost feel her stare.

"Well, you never know who could happen by," she said, with her voice kicked into instructive mode. "It's not... it's not appropriate."

I giggled, the sound like the tinkling of a wind chime. "You're totally right," I said, flipping onto my stomach in one fluid motion. The thong was like ass-floss, baring my ass almost entirely, and I wiggled my cheeks at her. "But that's everyone else’s problem, right?"

Donna's eyes widened just a fraction before she regained her composure, a flush rising to her cheeks. "You're going to get sunburned, missy," she said, but there was no real heat in her words, only love and longing.

I reached back and tugged at the strings of my thong, letting it slide down my legs and onto the patio floor. "Maybe you could help me out with that," I suggested. "Ya know, with the sunscreen and all?"

The air around us turned tense, and I could almost see the gears turning in her head. She took a step closer, the clickety-clack of her heels echoing across the patio. "Fine," she said with a sigh, her eyes never leaving my body. "But you're going to owe me, you little shit!"

I smirked again as she bent over to pick up the sunscreen from the small table beside the lounger. Her ass looked so good in her tight yoga pants, and I had to bite my bottom lip to keep from moaning at the thought of her touch. As she squeezed the lotion onto her palm, I felt a strange anticipation, like I was about to embark on a wild ride I'd never forget.

"Turn over, sweetie," she instructed. Her voice was sugary and hella sexy.

I complied, my heart racing as she knelt beside me. The coolness of the sunscreen was a relief as she began to rub it onto my back. Her touch was gentle and loving, and it sent shivers down my spine. I could feel the muscles in my ass tighten as she worked her way down, her hand lingering just a beat too long before moving on to my thighs. Her lotioned hands glided over my skin, and I felt myself grow wet.

"Spread your legs a little," she murmured, her breath hot against my ear. "I don't want to miss any Lana spots."

Her touch grew more confident as she realized I wasn't going to stop her. Her fingers slid up and down, teasing, exploring, until she found the spot that made me gasp. I bit my lip to keep from crying out, my eyes squeezed shut as she began to circle my clit, the pressure building and building until I thought I might explode.

The sunscreen bottle fell to the ground. Donna leaned in closer, her breasts brushing against my back as she kissed my neck, her teeth grazing my skin. Her free hand slid up to my chest, cupping my breast, her thumb flicking over the hardened nipple.

"You're so beautiful, baby," she whispered, her voice thick with desire. "So, so beautiful."

I arched into her touch, pushing my ass up to meet her hand. She groaned softly, the sound giving me a bolt of pleasure. And then, as if she could read my mind, she slipped a finger inside me, then two, and I moaned, and the sound coming from me was low and needy.

The world outside our little bubble faded away as we lost ourselves in the moment. The only sounds were the slickness of her hand on my skin, the unevenness of our breathing, and the occasional bird song that seemed to cheer us on. I felt my orgasm approaching, the tension coiling tighter until finally, with a gasp, I came, my body shaking from the intensity of the pleasure.

Donna didn't stop, though. She kept moving, kept pushing, until I was begging for more, my hips bucking against her hand. And then I was on my back and she was straddling me, her yoga pants discarded, her own thong drenched with need. She kissed me, and it was hot, demanding, and possessive.

"I need you, Mom," I breathed, my voice barely above a whisper.

"You've got me," she murmured, her voice low and fierce. "You always have me, baby."

And then three fingers of her right hand slid into me again, and I was sopping! Lana liked! It was as if every part of me that had ever felt lost or alone was whole again. We moved together, the Vegas sun beating down on us, our bodies slick with sweat and sunscreen. We could have made a hell of an erotic photo.

And as we peaked, I knew that nothing would ever be the same again.

That was my Sunday.

On Monday, I headed out for school in the red Mustang convertible Donna had given me two months before on my sixteenth birthday. It was a gorgeous, sunny Vegas day. This first day of my high school year was about to get a whole lot more interesting if you know what I mean.

The halls echoed with the latest TikToks and the gossip was juicy. My homegirls, Stacy and Tiff, couldn't keep their eyes off me as I strutted in on Monday morning. They knew something was up, but didn't know what.

"Damn, Lana, you have a freshly fucked look," Stacy said, her eyes taking in my glow.

"Oh, you have no idea," I replied.

Tiff, the more aggressive of the two, leaned in closer. "Spill, bitch," she whispered. "What's got you struttin’ your shit around?"

I just giggled and gave them a Lana look. "Let's just say I had an educational weekend," I teased, watching their eyes pop.

The bell rang, signaling the start of first period, and we all scurried to our seats like good little students...not!  But the buzz around us was palpable. The whispers and glances followed me through the day, like a trail of breadcrumbs leading back to the holder of the juiciest secret in school… Lana McAllister. But I played it cool. I’m Lana. Lana always plays it cool.

Between classes, the guys were giving me those 'I wanna taste that' looks, and I couldn't help but feel like a bitchy little prick tease. The jocks, the nerds, even the emos with their eyeliner and inept poetry, eyeballed me—they all knew me.

Now none of those little boys could resist my swagger. But it wasn't their attention I craved. I craved one who had never dissed me or whispered about me in the hallways—my mom, Donna, the one who had touched me all over the day before And...well...she WAS the one who bought me that Mustang! So there was that!

And, at noon, there she was making her first appearance of the school year, looking around for me. MILF of the fucking year! Her eyes met mine across the milling schoolyard, and I could sense the hunger that hadn't been quenched by our Sunday morning adventure.

"Hey, baby," she said, her voice low and smoky.

"Hi, Mom," I replied, my voice just as loaded with multiple meanings. I mean…like…how do you say "Hi" to your mom, who was kissing your pretty ass less than 24 hours before? Lana usually has answers, but not this time.

The tension was thick, but we were just a hot little babe and her hella MILF of a mom sharing a smile; not that unusual a phenomenon in Vegas, after all.

That night, as I lay in bed, I couldn't help but think about the way she'd touched me Sunday morning, the way she'd made me feel. And as I slid my hand down my stomach, I knew that I was going to need more than just my usual Lana vibe to get through the week. I needed her again, her fingers, her mouth, her love. And I'd do whatever it took to get it, even if it meant turning our quiet little life upside down.

After masturbating twice in my room with a pretty glass dildo, I eventually fell off to sleep.

The next day at school, the vibe was electric. The halls buzzed once again with teen gossip, but my mind was still stuck on Sunday morning. I sailed through the sea of faces, each one a blur as I made my way to first period.

The mean girls, Gina and her bitch brigade, shot me glares. Gina was the star pitcher on our softball team and a forward on the basketball team. I hated that bitch in spades. But, you know, Lana can also be objective…it could happen. Objectively, she really is fucking gorgeous, long, blonde hair, and according to the team’s official stats, 5 feet 10 inches and slim. Legs for days. H-O-T bitch!

Like me, Gina was all-state in softball, and she was all-city in basketball as well, but unlike me she was a cheerleader for the football team. I didn’t have time for that shit. She had an ideal build for basketball. She was slim and rangy. She didn’t have much range on her jumper, but she was able to score with regularity from about 10 feet on in. In softball, she was simply dominant on the mound. In 25 games last year, she threw 21 shutouts. Fucking MVP. And my biggest rival.

Despite her successes, she and her crew had always been jealous of my brains, my body, and my popularity. But on that day, their spiteful looks just bounced off me. Lana had other shit on her mind. 

For example, there was Miss Aaronson. She was my smokin' hot English teacher. She had toned legs and a sculpted ass that an English teacher in her late twenties was not supposed to have. Her tight dresses and the way she'd lean over her desk to write on the board always had the boys in class popping major boners. Her smoky violet eyes made my knees weak…about 5 feet 5 and 125ish pounds...and I would like to know every pound of her a little better.

But today, it was Miss Aaronson’s little glances and the way she licked her lips that had me squirming in my seat. She knew I knew she was into me, and I knew she knew that I was into her. And I had recently turned 16. I was a fucking cupcake!

"Lana," she called out, her voice like honey, "Could you come up here and help me with the blackboard?"

I smirked and made my way to the front. The whole class watched as I bent over to pick up a piece of chalk, giving them a peek of my pretty ass in my tight little skirt. Suffer, motherfuckers! I felt Miss Aaronson's eyes on me, too, and her deep violet eyes seemed to penetrate me.

"Thank you, Lana" she said primly.

"No prob, Miss A," I replied, turning around and flashing her one of my Lana looks. I was the only one who could get by with calling her Miss A. I had no doubt why I got by with it.

So, she droned on about ‘Merchant of Venice’ for the next hour, but she managed to do it in a way that made me wet. The bell rang, and everyone shot out for their next class. But Miss Aaronson held me back, her hand on my arm, the touch sending a shiver through me.

"You know, Lana," she said, her voice all low and seductive, "you've been looking particularly... distracted lately."

I leaned closer, my breasts brushing against her arm. "Just thinking about... literature, maybe majoring in it next year in college," I murmured.

Her eyes darkened, and she leaned in, and her breath was hot against my ear. "Is that all, Miss McAllister?"

I looked up at her, my eyes full of challenge. "Well, you know what it says in Shakespeare, Miss Aaronson," I whispered. "A rose by any other name would smell as sweet. But, to paraphrase a bit, Miss A, you can call it what you want, but a hot little piece of tail is always gonna be a hot little piece of tail."

Miss Aaronson's cheeks flushed, and she gasped, then smiled. "Get to your next class, Lana," she said, her voice a little shaky.

So, she was a tad reluctant, but I could tell she was playing the game. And baby, Lana was ready to play.

As the day dragged on, my thoughts kept drifting to Donna. I could imagine whispers about our taboo love in every hallway. Per usual, the mean girls threw shade, but their words just bounced off me like Nerf bullets. They had no idea of the kind of fire that was burning inside me.

Lunchtime rolled around, and I found myself sitting with Stacy and Tiff again. My bitches. God, they were hot! Much hotter than Gina’s bitches! They were dying to know what had me sailing around school. I leaned in, my voice low and conspiratorial.

"You guys aren't gonna believe what happened this weekend," I began.

Their eyes widened, and I could see the gears turning in their heads. But before I could spill the tea, Gina and her crew waltzed over, their smiles as fake as their eyelashes.

"Hey, Lana," Gina said, her voice like nails on a chalkboard. "You look like you've been riding a unicorn. What's the deal, girlfriend?"

Stacy and Tiff snickered into their drinks, and Gina's eyes narrowed. She didn't know shit about my weekend, but she knew something was up. She could smell it on me, the scent of scandal and sweet victory.

"Yeah, I heard you had some quality time with your stepmom," Gina said, her voice a sneer. She is kinda MILFish. It's like a cougar convention at your house with her and that one aunt of yours, what's her name, Mia or some shit?"

I rolled my eyes so hard I could see my brain. "Whatever, Gina," I said, tossing my hair over my shoulder. "You wish you had a stepmom like mine. Your mom is icky old and hella fugly!"

The bell rang, signaling the end of lunch, and we all got up to go our separate ways. Gina's words had stung a bit, but I had ended it with me in the lead when I called her mom 'fugly.'

I had Donna's love, and that was all that mattered. The halls filled again, and the smell of stale pizza and teen angst filled the air as everyone rushed to their next class. I took my time, enjoying the way my body felt, and the way it talked to me, young and strong and hella hot.

But it was when I walked into my next class, calculus, that the real fun began. Miss Castellanos, the young and stern no-nonsense math teacher, was writing some incomprehensible equation on the board. She had this no-bullshit attitude that had all the kids shaking in their boots. But...