Under My Stepmother's Rules

Victoria Roscente was nearing fifty.

She had blonde hair that required regular coloring, light blue eyes, and a few fine lines on her face. Nothing her diligent moisturizing routine couldn't manage. Her arms were slender, her breasts were modest, but she maintained a firm, shapely rear from staying as active as possible. A towel wrapped around her, she smiled at her reflection.

She grabbed the hair gel from the counter, scrunching it through her damp locks. She was eagerly anticipating her friend Harper's arrival.

"Mom, are you going out tonight?" Chloe asked from the doorway.

Her dark hair was swept up in a ponytail. She was dressed for bed in a gray silk nightgown held up by thin straps.

"No, just getting ready for Harper to come over. We're playing cards downstairs. Calling it an early night?" Victoria glanced at her. Though Chloe was her step-daughter, she had grown accustomed to calling her mom over the years they'd lived together. She started at age five, after her father died in a car accident and her biological mother passed a month later. The courts granted Victoria full custody when no one else stepped forward.

"At your age, you should be out with friends. Twenty-one is a prime time. You can do almost anything you want." Victoria didn't like the idea of her staying cooped up. All Chloe did was work and come straight home.

"Yeah. That's the dream. Go out with friends, get hit on by drunk idiots, then drive my drunk friends home." Chloe rolled her eyes and laughed.

"Well... it sounded fun until you phrased it like that." Victoria laughed with her. She cherished these easy moments between them.

"Yeah, well, I think I'll just stay in and watch movies." Chloe deemed that a far better plan.

"You could always join us for cards." Victoria suggested, her gaze sweeping over Chloe. She realized with a start just how much her step-daughter had matured.

Victoria hadn't fully grasped how grown up Chloe was now. Her cleavage was noticeably generous inside the nightgown—clearly not inherited from Victoria. The short hem revealed matching panties. Victoria's eyes traveled down Chloe's long legs, smooth and gleaming in the bathroom light. A strange, new feeling stirred within Victoria. A warmth pooled between her legs beneath the towel.

"I might. Can't promise anything; I'm tired." Chloe shrugged. Both of them often wandered the house at night in minimal clothing, accustomed to having only each other for company. Victoria had refused to date again, not that she needed Chloe's permission. Even when encouraged, she said no. No man could ever compare to Chloe's father. She didn't even look. She still wore her wedding band, too. It only came off for showers or sleep, and went right back on afterward. It was the first thing she put on each morning.

"You seem to be working too much, I think." Victoria shook her head, a thread of concern for Chloe weaving through her, though she didn't voice it constantly.

Victoria removed her towel. Neither woman was shy about nudity in front of the other. Having the same anatomy made it a non-issue.

As Victoria leaned over the counter for her clothes, she stepped into her pink panties, slowly pulling them up. Chloe swallowed hard, watching her dress. She'd never paid such close attention before. She saw that Victoria kept herself neatly shaved, even at her age. Her legs were long and lovely, the light catching on them in a way Chloe found undeniably sexy.

Chloe bit her lip, watching as the pink fabric was drawn up over Victoria's thighs, covering her sex and firm backside.

Victoria studied herself in the mirror, bringing her hands to her breasts, pushing them together and frowning.

"What's wrong?" Chloe asked, not understanding the dissatisfaction.

"I just wish I were bigger, that's all. Unlike you, I don't have much to work with." She frowned at her reflection again.

Chloe entered the bathroom and moved closer. She examined Victoria's breasts in the mirror as well.

"I don't think they're too small. I think they're just right." Chloe said after a moment of silence. She wondered how to phrase it without sounding like she was coming on to her. Though the sudden urge to take Victoria's nipple into her mouth was startlingly strong. She'd never thought of Victoria in a sexual way before, but she had wondered what it would be like to be with a woman.

"You're looking at them through a mirror, though." Victoria bit her lip, her eyes meeting Chloe's in the glass.

"Then turn toward me." Chloe said, standing straight and waiting. Victoria turned to face her. Chloe looked down at her breasts. She placed her hands on them, feeling their firmness. She could get a good handful, and to her, that was perfectly sufficient.

"Ever hear the saying 'more than a mouthful is a waste'?" Victoria asked softly. She fought back a moan, but her body betrayed her; her nipples hardened rapidly.

"I've heard it, yeah." Chloe whispered back. She wasn't looking into Victoria's eyes anymore, but at her breasts as she slowly withdrew her hands.

"Well, I don't know. I haven't been with a man since your father passed, you know that." Victoria cleared her throat, trying to sound less like she was complaining.

Chloe didn't know what came over her, but the impulse was too powerful. She bent her head and took Victoria's nipple into her mouth. It was exactly a mouthful. She teased the hardened peak with the tip of her tongue.

Victoria gasped, her eyes fluttering shut. She hoped Chloe wouldn't pull away, shocked and thrilled by the boldness of the act. She felt one of Chloe's hands slide down toward her panties. Just as fingers were about to brush over the thin fabric covering her sex, the doorbell chimed from downstairs.

"That's Harper." Victoria moaned as Chloe's mouth left her nipple abruptly. She watched Chloe turn and hurry out of the bathroom.

"I'll go down and let her know you're getting dressed." Chloe giggled, disappearing into the hallway and down the stairs, not wanting Harper to think no one was home. She wondered what Victoria was thinking upstairs alone. Her own core had grown damp when she'd touched Victoria, and when her hand was so close... she'd wanted to take Victoria right there on the bathroom floor. She didn't know how, never having been with a woman, but she figured it couldn't be too different from being with a man. And she had plenty of experience there.