Corrupting Your Daughter

Elexis Monroe tears through her bedroom, fists full of clothes jammed into suitcases like she's punching the old man in the mouth without touching him. "I was a fucking idiot," she spits at herself, then the fire hits her eyes. "No way in hell I'm letting him skate on this." A soft tap at the door—Auntumn Falls sticks her head in, unsure. "Wanted to see you?" she asks. Elexis' scowl melts into a slow, wicked grin. "Honey, get in here." The door clicks behind Autumn. They sit knee-to-knee on the bed. Elexis drops the bomb softly: she's moving out, the husband's cock made the decision for all of them. Autumn stares at the floor. "Wish it didn’t have to be this," she whispers. Elexis leans in. "You could pack a bag too and leave with me." Autumn giggles, a little wicked thrill chasing away the gloom. "Dad would lose his mind." "Exactly." The silence burns. Autumn is eighteen. Old enough. Free enough. One dare from her mom and the choice lands in her lap. She shakes her head, old habits dying hard, never even kissed anyone because dear daddy wouldn’t like it. Elexis slides closer. "Then kiss somebody now." She cups Autumn’s chin and closes the distance. Autumn melts fast. Elexis’ hand coasts between college-girl thighs and starts rubbing through silky panties. Little wet gasps leave Autumn’s throat. "Whose girl are you?" Elexis murmurs. Autumn’s knees spread, voice husky. "I’m Mommy’s girl."