My pulse is hammering so hard I can feel it in my cunt.

Lila stands there in the hallway, cheeks flushed, nipples poking against her thin tank top like she’s already aching. Mia is right behind her, still dazed from coming on my fingers, her skirt wrinkled and her thighs shiny with her own wetness.

This is insane. She’s your husband’s daughter. You’re supposed to be the adult here.

But the voice in my head is weak tonight. It’s been drowned out by weeks of watching Lila bend over, hearing her call me “Mommy” in that teasing tone, smelling her pussy on her sheets when I sneak into her room....