Check Your Phone

Hayley spots her chance the second her stepmom steps outside to take a call. The moment Isabella hangs up, Hayley swipes the phone and bolts for her room. Inside, the lock clicks. She props the phone against a pillow and starts snapping shots. First her bare feet, toes curling. Then she tugs her shorts down, angles the camera low, and slides a thick dildo between her thighs. The phone lights up with Bob’s reply: “Wish that was my cock instead.” Hayley grins, types one word—”surprise”—and hits send. The door bursts open a minute later. Bob stands there, half hard already, mouth open like a trout on a dock. “Easy, Dad,” she laughs, patting the bed. “You asked nicely.” Bob stammers, tries the word ‘no,’ then groans when Hayley peels his pants down and wraps warm fingers around him. Before his brain catches up, she’s pushing him onto the mattress, straddling him, guiding the slick tip of him where the toy just was. She rides slow, tight, teasing, while he mutters half-hearted protests that melt into grunts every time she grinds down. Manners lose. The rest of the afternoon turns into one long, messy, very willing family secret.