Eva Ramirez-O'Malley was so distracted by the way her stepdaughter's nude colored leggings were pulling tight on her pussy in the passenger seat that she almost drove off the mountain. Eva barely focused on the road long enough to ease back into her lane before her gaze was once again drawn between Carly's taunt thighs. Cross-legged for the moment, the 21-year-old's cunny lips were gentle swells around a narrow central valley, which Eva would swear was damp as the girl changed position again, now squeezing her thighs tightly shut, and tucking her feet underneath her. Eva herself was feeling a little damp and she didn't generally consider herself a lesbian or someone who would be sexually attracted to her stepdaughter. But the girl's squirming around in that seat was literally taking her breath away and filling her with wanton desires. The air in the SUV was becoming intensely close and musky and Eva couldn't tell if it was her stepdaughter's arousal or her own that was funking up the car.
Eva thought Carly was telling a story about a classmate at college, but the older woman had lost the thread fifteen minutes before amidst the hypnotic effects of the constant shifting of Carly's athletic body. She really wanted to give her own needy puss some much needed attention and for a moment considered just shoving her hand down her own leggings right there in the driver's seat. Part of the problem is that Eva had been horny, truly maddeningly horny, ever since the funeral, but had been abstaining due to some feeling that it was inappropriate given her husband's recent passing. She was beginning to think her denial had allowed her desires to get out of hand. Prying her eyes away from Carly's legs and firmly screwing her hands to the steering wheel, Eva tried to focus on her stepdaughter's words, only to realize that Carly had trailed off mid-sentence, as she once again changed positions, now with her feet up on the dash.
They were still an hour out from the chalet. Amanda, her 18 year old stepdaughter, was sound asleep in the back seat. Eva tried to think of something to say to distract herself, but all the questions that came to mind were very focused on Carly's sex life or her hot body, which would not be a problem except they were likely to only deepen the widow's over-heated condition. Flummoxed, Eva found herself ogling her step-daughter's nipples, which were so stiff they were poking through her sweater. Eva's body literally trembled and began sweating as Carly absently toyed with one of the distended nubbins. A soft gasp inadvertently escaped Carly's pouty lips, apparently startling her as Carly suddenly focused and looked around the SUV. Eva realized she was drooling and gaping at the young woman, so she averted her eyes and wiped her mouth. However, a moment later, Eva's eyes were again drawn away from the road as Carly spread her legs apart and pushed her feet together on the dash, and then let out a long frustrated sigh.
"Eva, can I talk to you about something?" Worried she had been caught ogling, Eva's eyes popped to Carly's face and then back to the road when she realized her step daughter was again staring out the window. Dry mouthed, her voice cracking, Eva said of course, and Carly told her that she had been feeling very strange since her father's funeral. The girl trailed off again and Eva was a little surprised by her hesitancy. The women were close. Eva had always figured that Carly had a mother and father and so had never gone out of her way to be particularly parental. As a result, their relationship had more of a close aunt and niece vibe and Carly spoke pretty freely with her, she thought.
"I don't know if it is just like experiencing the death of a loved one or if I'm just sick in the head or some kind of creepy pervert who gets hot because her dad died, but I have just been so fucking horny. I mean, I'm not ashamed to say that I could be described as sort of lusty to begin with, but since that day, fuck, starting on the day of the funeral, it has been out of fucking control and on the one hand, god, I love it I love how alive and wired I feel and I love how it opens my eyes to everyone around me. I'm super sensitive and super open and its amazing, but on the other hand, I feel like I shouldn't feel this way. I loved him, I should be mourning him. I should be sad and wearing black and not wanting to fuck the shit out of every person I see."
By the end of this confession, Carly was crying and blushing and alternating between looking at Eva beseechingly and turning away in embarrassment. Eva, who had been wracked by similar anxieties all week, was incredibly relieved to not be alone. As if in a dream, Eva pulled the SUV to the side of the road and slowed to a halt. Murmuring about her darling sweet girl, Eva reached across to her stepdaughter, embracing the poor girl and pulling her head tight to Eva's bountiful chest. Eva told Carly that there was nothing wrong with how she was feeling, that Eva was feeling it too, that she had been desperate for relief all week, be it man, woman or vegetable. Eva kissed the girl's tears, and then kissed her mouth, and then opened her mouth and ran her tongue all over the younger woman's plump, sexy lips. Carly's hot pierced tongue emerged and the women began a prolonged, wet, gasping kiss.
