Blair stumbled in through the front door. She dropped her bag to the floor and leaned against the wall panting. With a great amount of effort she finally managed to get her breathing under control. Blair had no idea what had come over her, one minute she had been enjoying her coffee (americano with oat milk, no dairy of course) the next her head had been spinning. Her body had flushed red hot and strangest of all she had felt turned on. Not a gentle arousal like she had felt when fooling around with her ex. There was no slow build up here. Instead it had hit her like a freight train. Arousal so hot and heavy she had dropped her coffee and groaned out loud in the middle of the café. Utterly embarrassed she had grabbed her bag and fled back to her step-mother's house which was far closer than her apartment. The arousal was still there and she needed to do something about it. She knew her step-mother kept her old bedroom exactly how it was when she'd moved out at eighteen. Blair hoped to god that she wasn't in so that she could sneak upstairs to get herself off.
"Honey is that you? I didn't think you were visiting until the weekend."
Blair's heart dropped as she heard the voice from the kitchen. Usually she'd have loved to hear the sunshine bright tones of her step-mother, but not today.
"Yeah, I just needed to grab something from my old room is that ok?" Blair replied, trying to keep the tremble out of her voice.
Blair stepped into the kitchen, stealth in this matter was pointless now. Grace stood leaning against the door frame at the far side of the room, right in the path Blair needed to take. The two women could not have looked less alike. Blair was pale skinned with black hair. The colour was a running theme with her, as she complemented her looks with black tattoos, clothes and lipstick. Her step-mother however, was far less monochromatic. A tight pair of denmin shorts and a red plaid shirt contained her tanned curves. Whilst her body was softer than Blair's she still certainly turned heads in the street. Often joking that she was the blonde MILF of the neighbourhood.
"Of course its okay hon! You know I love it when you stop by. I'll make us both a coffee while you go get what you need."
Grace was all smiles as she moved into the kitchen, busying herself with the task of making their drinks. Blair swore under her breath. This situation was getting further and further out of hand. Instead of replying she just nodded quickly, stepping to move past Grace and out of the kitchen. Blair however, did not get that far. As she stepped past her step-mum, Blair's nose was filled with the scent of her. She froze, still as a statue, her already skyrocketing arousal shooting even higher. What the hell was wrong with her? It was taking all of her willpower not to whimper from the ever growing heat in her core.
"What's wrong dear?" her step-mum asked, "if you just wanted a hug you could have just asked silly!"
The moment Grace's hands touched the bare skin of Blair's neck was like someone had electrocuted the younger woman. The skin to skin contanct. The intimacy. It sent sparks of ecstacy coursing through her body. So intense was it that Blair jumped back in shock, the moan that had escaped her lips still ringing in her ears. She stood there trembling, panting. Blair was trying her best not to look at her step-mum now, she looked different to her eyes.
She looked sexy, her own step-mum was turning her on just looking at her.
"Blair honey are you alright? I didn't mean to surprise you...", Grace stood with her arms held out and a hurt look on her face.
Panic was flooding Blair's body. Competing with arousal to flood her brain. She had no clue what was happening to her. Then, like the clouds parting, her next action became perfectly clear to her. A voice entered her head and pushed past all the thoughts trying to warn her something was wrong.
*Kiss her.*
Blair's body moved without her input. She slipped between her step-mum's out stretched arms, placed her hands on either side of her face and then kiseed her deeply. For a moment Grace melted into it, then it was her turn to jump back in shock.
"What on earth are you doing Blair?" Grace exclaimed, "I know you're a growing young woman and you have urges and-"
*Tell her the filthy thoughts in you head.*
Blair froze in horror, the voice again. Again, despite her mind's protests, her body moved on it's own accord.
"I REALLY WANT TO FUCK YOU RIGHT NOW!" Blair blurted out.
Grace froze in place stunned and speecless. Her mouth moved soundlessly.
*We both know you have worse than that in there.*
Blair's face twisted into a confused grimace, she clamped her hands over her mouth. How was this happening to her? Panic boiled up in her gut as she could do nothing but stare in mute horror as her hands slowly lowered away from her mouth.
"I am so dripping wet at the thought of sucking your toes!" she blurted out before managing to cover her mouth with her hands once more.
"Blair! What in tarnation is wrong with you? I am your step-mother! I will-"