Mommy and Auntie

Ella struts into the house yelling for her mom. Dead quiet answers her. She’s mentally high-fiving herself for the solo session she’s about to have when a woman’s voice floats from the living room and kills that fantasy. Sitting there, Penny Pax—legs crossed, blue dress painted on every curve—gives a slow smile. Ella blurts out the obvious. Penny: long-time mom friend, here to escape real life, and, oh yeah, “you know, in the biology department.” When Penny catches Ella heading upstairs to cramming, the little wink sells it: free study session. The girl’s bought, invitation issued. What Ella didn’t hear was Reagan Foxx behind the door telling Penny exactly what lines to run. Penny glides into the room, eyes roaming—turns out she wants DNA in the hands-on sense. Licks meeting hips meeting moans before anyone knows it. Reagan’s downstairs later, hears the squeaky bedsprings, storms in heated. Ella freezes, panic-flushing guilt-red. Penny steps between, sly but casual: “Reagan and I both fucked half the city last month—it’s not a stamp-card.” Down to bare facts, absolutely charged, she talks Reagan into making it a study of Ella’s biology—third body heat fixed. Sure enough, lab apparatus are naked and performing—I swear Ella grades stretch from worried neatness to straight A every squirt they fold out of her.