'Mom's napping'—that’s what she whispered before locking the door. Now Charlie’s on that bed, dildo slick with her own juices as she arches back. Stockings cling to thighs already glistening, one hand gripping the headboard like it’s holding her up. The toy slides out slow, then in—deep enough to make her toes curl—and she moans just loud enough for someone listening at the keyhole. No panties left behind.
