Shouldn't Dad Do That??

Chanel came bursting into her bedroom and kicked the door shut. "Oof—longest fucking day. Need to unwind," she announced, biting her lip as she peeled off every stitch. She dropped onto the sheets and went straight to work on herself, fingers slick, hips already rocking. She didn’t hear the door creak open behind her. Autumn stepped in without knocking and had a question on the tip of her tongue—until she saw her step-mom lying there, eyes shut, two fingers pumping slow and deep. The girl froze, mouth half-open, a fresh flood of heat racing between her legs. Chanel’s lashes fluttered and her eyes popped open. "Shit!" She jerked her hand away, cheeks burning. Autumn bolted for the hallway, but Chanel grabbed her wrist. "Hey—don’t run. Sit. We should probably talk about this." Autumn perched on the edge of the mattress, thighs squeezed tight, mortified and half-aroused all at once. "I just… don’t get it," she mumbled. "Why do it yourself when you’ve got a husband?" She knew about sex—hell, she was eighteen—but the idea of doing it solo? Never crossed her mind. Chanel let out a low laugh. "It’s not a crime to get yourself off, baby. Everybody does it." After a beat she tilted her head. "Have you ever tried?" Autumn shook her head so fast her ponytail whipped. "No way. That’s what my boyfriend’s for." Something wicked flickered behind Chanel’s eyes. She shifted closer. "How about I show you? Nothing to be scared of—I’ll be right here guiding you." She let her palm skate warm along Autumn’s bare knee, a silent promise that every touch would be met, eased, adored. Autumn swallowed, then nodded. With trembling hands she slid her panties aside and touched herself. Chanel coached, voice low: softer circles, slower strokes, right there. Pretty soon Autumn wasn’t shaking anymore—she was bucking, breath sharp, chasing it. Chanel’s own cunt was throbbing just watching, and the new idea inside her glowed hotter. She leaned in close, lips brushing Autumn’s ear. "Sometimes a feminine touch hits every spot a boy never finds. Let me prove it to you." Autumn’s answer came in a moan, and she opened wider for her step-mom’s hand.