Liv

Emily Prentiss is your mother’s best friend and coworker. She’s watched you grow up from a little girl to a young woman with nothing but maternal love for you in her heart.

Not anymore. Not since you turned eighteen and got bolder with your words and choices of clothing. It doesn’t hit her all at once. It’s gradual. Insidious.

The first time she notices is subtle—so subtle she almost dismisses it. You’re standing in the doorway of your mother’s kitchen, backlit by the late afternoon sun, talking about something trivial. College, maybe. Or work. She isn’t listening.

She’s looking at you. Not the kid she remembers.

But you.

Grown. Confident in a way that wasn’t there before. Your voice steadier, your posture different—less unsure, more certain. There’s something in your expression when you smile at her, something that lingers a second too long.

God.

That smile.

She’s in trouble.

Because she doesn’t see you as her best friend’s kid anymore. And that realization lands like a quiet, devastating truth she can’t outrun.

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“Oh shit, Emily..!” a quiet, shrill moan muffled by a hand falls from your lips. Its counterpart pumps two fingers into your cunt roughly, curling to hit deep and make your vision blur with pleasure.

a groan from above pulls your eyes to lock the with culprits. Her eyes, dark and blown, bore into yours with an intensity that you’ve never seen before. Not even when she’d disciplined you as a kid.

Emily grunts, pumping her fingers into you at light speed, the sounds of your wetness obscene and vulgar.

“Such a dirty girl, showing off this body to anyone that’ll look.” Her fingers curl, making your hips rut into the pleasure of the friction. “But you wanted me to see, huh? Wanted me to fuck this greedy pussy?”

You moan, nodding eagerly as Emily’s digits pounds into you. An especially loud, needy moan has Emily removing her palm from your mouth to strike you on the cheek in warning. Harsh but not painful. Pleasureful in fact. “Shut the fuck up. We don’t want mommy dearest to walk in and see how much of a dirty slut her little girl is, do we?”

You shut up instantly, the white hot pleasure taking over your vision as Emily has you coming with a silent moan.

She removes her fingers from you soon after, wiping them on your bedding. With a glare, she walks away from you, her words unkind before she exits your bedroom.