Elena was halfway through her second glass of wine when the phone rang at midnight. Sophia’s name lit up the screen, and she answered with a warm, teasing lilt. “Couldn’t sleep without your favorite stepmom’s voice, bookworm?”
Sophia’s reply came soft at first, laced with that familiar shyness. “It’s lonely here. Everyone’s out partying and I’m buried in essays. Miss home. Miss you.” Elena chuckled, settling deeper into the couch. “Flattery will get you everywhere, but let’s skip the homesick routine. Tell me what’s really keeping you up.” Their banter sharpened quickly—Sophia firing back with dry wit about campus boys who couldn’t hold a conversation, Elena countering with sly remarks about how a clever girl like her deserved better than fumbling hands.
The air thickened as Sophia admitted she’d been reading something steamy. “It’s making me horny,” she said boldly, voice gaining strength. Elena’s pulse quickened. “Then do something about it, darling. Slide those fingers where they belong.” Sophia laughed, low and confident. “Only if you match me. No holding back.”
Elena’s hand drifted lower, finding herself already wet and dripping. “My pussy’s aching just hearing you like this,” she murmured. Sophia moaned softly in reply, describing how her own fingers teased her swollen folds. “I’m picturing your ass in those silk shorts you wear,” she said, voice husky. “Bet you’re sweating now, panting for more.” Elena arched, sliding two fingers inside herself. “Keep talking, stepdaughter. Tell me how you’d ride my face if you were here.”
Words tumbled hotter. Sophia confessed she wanted to give Elena a slow, teasing blowjob with the strap-on she’d bought on impulse, making her cock hard and slick. Elena groaned, thrusting faster. “God, yes—fuck my pussy with it while I come all over you.” Their breathing synced, panting and urgent, bodies moving in rhythm across the distance. Sophia’s strong tone pushed back: “I’m not shy anymore, Elena. I’m dripping for you—come with me.”
They climaxed together, voices breaking into shared cries as waves hit—Elena’s fingers buried deep, Sophia’s thighs trembling. Sweat cooled on their skin in the aftermath, the line humming with satisfied silence. “That was just the start,” Elena whispered finally.
“Next time I come home, we’re finishing what we started.”
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