I never planned to catch my father’s new wife fingering herself with my panties pressed to her face like a filthy secret.
But there she was.
Elena.
Thirty-two years old, sun-kissed skin still glowing from whatever expensive vacation she and Dad had just returned from, legs spread wide on my unmade bed like she owned the f*****g room. Her sundress was rucked up around her hips, no panties underneath—just her bare, glistening p***y on full display. Two fingers plunged deep inside her, slick and obscene, while her other hand crushed my black lace thong against her nose and mouth. She inhaled like she was drowning in me.
“f**k… Shela,” she moaned, low and broken, my name sounding pornographic on her tongue.
My heart slammed against my ribs so hard I thought it might crack them. I should
