It’s late afternoon when the car rolls to a stop in front of the house where I grew up. I thank the driver and grab my bags, politely declining his offer to carry them into the house for me. 

I’m still in a daze from what happened last night. It’s all I can think about. I’ve been distracted all day, and I’m ready to be alone. I barely remember my trip, too consumed with my desire to see and experience more. 

Olivia and Ivy were still asleep when I tiptoed from the room this morning. 

They were snuggled in bed together, Olivia holding Ivy close while they slept.  

At least I didn’t have to deal with that confrontation, but I know it’ll be waiting for me when I return to the dorm.

All I can think about is what it would be like to be on that bed with Olivia and Ivy, tasting their pussies and letting them touch my body. I won’t be satisfied until I can explore these feelings. 

Maybe while I’m home, I can try to hook up with a girl. I have no idea what I’m doing, though, so just the thought of going out and trying to pick someone up fills me with anxiety. 

Where would I even start? 

I unlock the front door and walk into the house, not surprised to see no one waiting to greet me. My father won’t be home the entire time I’m here. He doesn’t believe in taking time off for holidays, and that certainly won’t change now that I’m an adult. 

I’m used to vacations and holidays being lonely. 

Even trips over the summer as a child included a nanny, and my father constantly excusing himself to take phone calls in his room. 

He didn’t even change his ways after he married Jenna. She never seemed to mind his work ethic and extended business trips, though. 

My father and I have never been close, and his absence gives me more time alone to focus on my new goal. Finding someone to experiment with or at least watching as much porn as possible. 

I hustle up the stairs to my room. It’s unchanged since I left, way too young for the woman I’ve become. It’s all pink lace and frills. It was put together by a decorator my father hired, and it has never been to my taste, even when I was younger. 

I remember the disappointment I felt when I came home from school one day to find the pink walls and ruffles. No one even asked me what I wanted my room to look like. 

I quickly put my things away before grabbing my laptop and climbing onto my bed. I should be freshening up and making myself something to eat, but this is what I’ve been dying to do all day, and now that I finally have some privacy, nothing will stop me.

I go to my favorite porn site and, for the first time, search for lesbian clips. There are so many to choose from. I click a few, play a few seconds, and then back out if it’s not what I’m looking for.

I finally select one that looks promising. 

A young woman is lying on a couch. She’s cute and blonde with small, natural tits. Her eyes are closed while her hand is down the front of her panties, playing with her pussy. Her top is pulled up to expose her small breasts and puffy pink nipples. 

A slightly older woman walks in behind her, watching her masturbate for a moment before confronting her. The older woman has brown curly hair. She’s dressed in a short, tight skirt, and her large tits are barely contained by her top.

After some dialogue that I can’t hear because I have the volume down, the brunette sits on the couch and starts playing with the blonde’s pussy. 

She pretends to resist at first, but then she bites her lip and starts to massage her breasts, enjoying the way the older woman runs her fingers over her clit. 

The older woman spreads the blonde’s pussy lips and starts to lick her pink cunt. I’m glued to my screen, focused on the close-up shots of the woman’s tongue licking the gleaming, wet pussy. 

The younger woman cups the back of the brunette’s head and grinds her cunt on her face. 

My pussy tingles, and I feel myself getting wet as I watch. I cup my breasts over my shirt, massaging my tits like the blonde on my laptop. I slide one hand down my body, pulling my leggings and panties down enough so I can touch my wet pussy. 

My research has quickly turned into something else. I look at my open bedroom door, but don’t want to stop to close it. I press the volume up slightly so I can hear the moans while I touch myself. 

The blonde’s voice is high and breathy as the older woman licks her clit over and over. “Oh, Mommy, don’t stop.”

The fingers working my clit stop. I’m shocked to hear the word mommy come from the blonde’s lips. She continues to cry out in pleasure while I sit unmoving with my hand on my pussy. 

I know they’re just actresses and not really mother and daughter, but it doesn’t stop my tummy from flipping over every time she says it. 

I should stop the movie clip. This isn’t what I was looking for, but I don’t. 

I slip my fingers down further. My pussy is so wet, they slip easily through my slit. I use my drenched fingers to swirl around my clit while I continue to watch the women on the screen. Not ready to think about why my pussy pulses every time I hear the younger one say, mommy. 

The older woman stops licking the blonde’s pussy to push two fingers inside her cunt. She fucks her hard and fast while rubbing her clit with her other hand. The blonde begins to cum, shaking and crying out while slick pussy juice streams from her cunt. 

My breathing grows heavy, and I pant when I hear the brunette say, “That’s a good girl, cum for Mommy.” 

I’m ready to pull my leggings all the way off when I hear a noise downstairs. I pull my hand free. It’s wet and shiny with my juices. 

I don’t even think I was this wet when I watched Olivia and Ivy. I mute the soft sounds coming from my laptop and adjust my clothes. For a moment, I think about closing and locking my door so I can finish myself off. 

I’m horny and upset that I was interrupted, but I need to go downstairs and say hello to my stepmother. I’ll come back to this clip later. I could easily find something else, but I know I’ll be watching this same clip when I’m alone again, maybe even hunting down more like it. 

I close my laptop and go to the bathroom to wash my hands and make sure I look presentable. My cheeks are pink, but I can explain that away easily.

As I walk down the stairs, I can see Jenna in the entryway of the house, going through the mail. 

She’s wearing a short white tennis skirt and a matching sleeveless top. I run my eyes over her body, taking her in for the first time in months. I’d never noticed before how athletic she was. She’s all smooth golden tan skin and firm muscle. I always thought tennis was just her excuse to go to the country club and flirt with the tennis pros. 

Her long brown hair is pulled back, sleek, and styled with soft curls at the ends. She looks as if she just came from a photo shoot for athletic wear. I feel young and sloppy in comparison. My black leggings and T-shirt are perfect for comfortable travel, but they won’t impress anyone. 

She glances up at the sound of my steps, and her face offers a polite smile. “Tabitha. Welcome home.” 

I don’t say anything for a moment. I just look at her, at the smooth tan skin and large breasts pushing against her top, the tiny waist that leads to a thick ass and strong legs. 

I’m still flushed from the video, and I feel how wet I am with every step I take. When I look at my stepmother, I feel the same tingle and pulse that I felt every time the woman in the clip said, Mommy. 

Suddenly, all I can think of is seeing that perfectly made-up face and polite smile between my legs. 

Images of her licking my pussy and sucking on my clit fill my head. Lapping at my cream while she takes breaks to tell me I’m a good girl. She could teach me how to please her so that when I return to college, I can show Olivia and maybe even Ivy what I learned. 

A wild feeling of excitement fills me, and I offer her a big smile, taking the last few steps so I can run up to her. I register her shocked expression before I fling my arms around her in a hug. 

She smells of vanilla and musk, expensive and sexy. Her large breasts press against me, and I shiver. “Hi, Mommy. It’s so good to be home.”