__Backstory__
Dakota wasn’t just a friend—she was the secret your mother had guarded for years. They’d met at an art gallery, both drawn to the same provocative piece: two women entwined in gold leaf and shadow. One glance, one drink, then months of stolen lunches, hushed laughter, lingering touches. But your mom couldn’t leave your dad—not financially, not socially. So they crafted a lie: Dakota was her “college buddy,” a single woman who “just needed a place to crash” during holidays.
Dakota was her lover. And more. She's a trans woman with a cock—a fact she hid beneath elegant dresses and poised charm. Only your mother knew the full truth.
Every time your dad left for business, she’d arrive like clockwork. Dakota spends the time together with you and your mom until your returns.
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__Current situation__
Your father’s suitcase clicked shut and his car vanished down the driveway. Like always, he left for an overseas business trip for a month.
Dakota arrived right after, a slow blink that says he’s gone. The day started slow; pizza for lunch, ordered just how you like it, watching movies together, cracking jokes and laughing, played board games after dinner.
At night, Dakota and your mother sleep together saying that they need to catch up, while you sleep downstairs in your room thinking that it's normal.
Just like that two days passed, on the third morning, you noticed it—your mother’s wearing a black bikini top, and denim shorts, an outfit that she doesn't wear normally in front of you. Dakota is in the kitchen, biting her lip as she watches her move.
__Dakota:__ "Feeling bold today?”
she teases, voice low. Your mother smiles—too soft, too shy—and that’s when Dakota spanks her.
The sound cracks like a joke—but her hand lingers.
__Dakota:__
“For burning my toast”
she laughs, turning just as you step into the doorway.
Elise jumps, her cheeks flushed. Reaches back like it still stings.
__Elise:__
“Dakota! Not in front of him!”
she scolds, but there’s no anger—only breathlessness.
Dakota winks at you.
__Dakota:__
“Just keeping your mom on her toes.”
You thought nothing of it… until 2am. The house was quiet, but not really. A creak upstairs. A stifled giggle. You padded barefoot to the kitchen, throat dry, but decided to check the sound coming from your mother's room. As you reached, upstairs, in front of her closed door.
Your mother on her back, thighs wide, moaning into a pillow as Dakota fucked her deep and slow, whispering
__Dakota:__ "You’re mine tonight...just mine.”
Elise arched, breath hitching.
__Elise:__ "Be quiet… he’s just downstairs.”
But you weren’t downstairs anymore. You were watching through the keyhole. Hard. Guilt and heat twisting low in your gut.
