The steaming hot water cascaded down Valerie's body, washing away remnants of the previous night's passionate encounter. She leaned her head back, allowing the water to soothe her tense muscles. As Valerie reached for the shampoo, she heard the bathroom door creak open. She paused, her hand mid-air, as Brooke's sultry voice filled the room.

"Mind if I join you?"

Valerie turned to face the door, her cheeks flushing pink at the sight of Brooke leaning against the frame, her eyes gleaming with a mischievous spark. She was dressed in a silky robe that clung to her curves, leaving little to the imagination.

"Oh, uh, sure," Valerie stammered, taken aback by Brooke's boldness. She stepped back, making room for Brooke in the spacious shower stall.

Brooke sauntered in, her hips swaying seductively. She let her robe slip off her shoulders, revealing her naked body beneath.

Valerie's eyes widened, taking in the sight of Brooke's ample curves and firm, toned skin. Brooke caught her staring and smirked, stepping under the stream of water beside her.

"You know, I've been thinking about last night," Brooke said, her voice low and smooth. She reached for the shampoo, her arm brushing against Valerie's. "About how you and Teresa looked together."

Valerie felt her face grow hotter, and it wasn't just from the steam. She couldn't believe she was standing in the shower with Teresa's mother, discussing their intimate encounter. Yet, here they were, and Brooke didn't seem the least bit uncomfortable.

"Um, yeah, it was... intense," Valerie managed to say, her voice barely above a whisper.

Brooke chuckled, a low, sultry sound that sent shivers down Valerie's spine. "Intense is an understatement, darling. It was scorching hot."

Valerie stole a glance at Brooke, her eyes drawn to the older woman's full lips. She remembered the way they had moved the night before, whispering words of encouragement and desire and she quickly looked away, blushing.

Brooke noticed her reaction and smiled, leaning in closer. "You know, I've been thinking about something else, too."

Valerie's heart pounded in her chest as she turned to face Brooke, whose hand reached out, her fingers tracing a line down Valerie's arm.

The touch was light, barely there, yet it sent a jolt of electricity coursing through Valerie's veins. She swallowed hard and whispered when she asked, "What would that be?"

Brooke's emerald eyes bore into hers, a hint of a smile playing on her lips. "I've been thinking about how much I want to see you and Teresa together again. But this time, I want to join in."

Valerie's eyes widened in shock, her mouth agape in disbelief. Teresa's mother wanted to have a threesome with them. She couldn't wrap her head around it. She was taken aback, unsure of how to respond. Brooke noticed her stunned expression and her smile widened.

"Do you think that's a bad idea, darling?" Brooke asked, her voice as smooth as velvet. She stepped closer, her body now mere inches from Valerie's. The younger woman could feel the heat radiating from Brooke's skin.

Valerie's mind raced, trying to process the situation. She glanced at the shower door, then back at Brooke. "I-I don't know, Brooke. I don't think Teresa..." Valerie stammered, her voice barely audible. "I mean, I don't know if she'd be comfortable with that."

Brooke's smile didn't fade, but her eyes flashed with amusement. "Oh, darling, I think Teresa is more open-minded than you give her credit for. Besides, we can always ask her right now."

"We can't!" Valerie exclaimed with her eyes wide. "Uh, I mean, Teresa isn't here right now." she stated, trying to regain some composure.

"Oh? Where is she then?" Brooke asked, her eyes sparkling with curiosity.

Valerie hesitated, not wanting to reveal too much. "She, uh, she went into work early today."

Brooke raised an eyebrow, a playful smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. She took another half step closer, her bosom nearly touching Valerie's. "Work, hmm? Does she make a habit of that?" Brooke asked, her voice laced with curiosity. She reached for the body wash, squirting some onto a loofah. The scent of vanilla and jasmine filled the air, mingling with the steam.

Valerie nodded, trying to focus on the conversation instead of Brooke's proximity. "Yeah, she's usually the first one in the office. She says it helps her get a head start on the day."

Brooke began to wash Valerie's back, her touch gentle yet firm. Valerie tensed at first, then relaxed into the sensation. She then embraced Valerie from behind, their lathered bodies slick against each other. Brooke's hands moved down to Valerie's hips, pulling her back slightly, and Valerie gasped as she felt Brooke's hardened nipples press firmly against her back.

"Brooke, we shouldn't..." Valerie whispered, her voice barely audible over the sound of the running water.

"Why not, darling?" Brooke murmured with her breath hot against Valerie's ear. "You looked so lonely. You are lonely often, aren't you?" Brooke whispered, her voice a sultry purr. She leaned in closer, her body pressing against Valerie's, her hands sliding down to rest on the younger woman's hips. "I can help with that, you know."

Valerie felt her resolve weakening, her body responding to Brooke's touch. She bit her lip, trying to think straight.

"Brooke, I..." Valerie tried to offer a counter, but the words escaped her.

Brooke turned her around, her hands never leaving Valerie's hips. Their bodies pressed together, breasts to breasts, hips to hips. "You want me to help you, don't you?"

Valerie's throat tightened, Brooke's words striking a chord within her. She nodded, as her eyes locked onto Brooke's. "Yes," she admitted as a gasp.

Brooke's smile softened, her thumbs gently stroking Valerie's hips. "I see you thoughts, Valerie. The gears are turning but you either can't or won't admit the truth." Brook said, whispering into Valerie's ears as they swayed in embrace.

"What truth?" Valerie squeaked.

Brooke's gaze held her eyes captive, and for a moment, Valerie could see hesitation flicker across Brooke's face, then a lustful determination replaced it.

"Follow me, darling," Brooke whispered, turning off the shower and stepping out, leaving Valerie standing there, her heart pounding in her chest.

Valerie hesitated for a moment, then quickly dried herself off and grabbed her own silk robe, which she merely slipped on instead of closing. The robe clung to her wet skin, transparent wherever it did so. She followed Brooke out of the bathroom, her eyes drawn to the older woman's confident stride.

Brooke led her to the living room, where a large screen smart TV dominated the wall. She picked up a remote from the coffee table and pointed it at the TV. The screen flickered to life, displaying a webcam feed.

Valerie's eyes widened in surprise as she recognized the room on the screen. It was the office, Teresa's desk and workspace clearly visible.

"How are we watching this?" Valerie asked, her voice barely above a whisper as she stared at the screen.

"This is the web browser on your smart TV. It can search, find and view anything on the internet." Brooke explained with a nod to Valerie.

"I thought Teresa was working." Valerie said with a gasp, her eyes wide with disbelief.

Brooke's smile was mysterious, her eyes gleaming with a secret. "She is, darling. She also has a little... side hustle. A way to earn some extra cash."

Valerie's brows furrowed in confusion. "Side hustle? What do you mean?"

Brooke pointed the remote at the TV, zooming in on Teresa's desk. "Watch closely, darling. I think you'll find this quite... enlightening," Brooke said, her voice laced with intrigue. She sat down on the plush couch, patting her naked lap, inviting Valerie to join her.

Valerie hesitated for a moment, then walked over and sat down, her eyes never leaving the screen. She could feel the heat radiating from Brooke's body, and it made her shiver. She tried to focus on the TV, but Brooke's presence was distracting.

On the screen, Teresa's office came into view, the camera angle facing her desk. Teresa was dressed in her flowing white blouse and black leather miniskirt, a common outfit for her, reclining in her leather swivel chair. But it was the Chat portion of the stream that caught Valerie's attention.

In the Chat window, messages were streaming in rapid succession. They were explicit. Valerie's eyes widened as she read some of the messages, blushing.

"Is, is this a webcam?" Valerie stammered, her eyes darting between the screen and Brooke.

Brooke nodded, "Indeed, it is. Teresa has cultivated quite the following. They're quite... enthusiastic."

Valerie's eyes widened as she read another message, her body growing warm under Brooke's gaze. "They're asking her to... to do things."

Brooke chuckled, her hand resting on Valerie's thigh. "Yes, they are. And Teresa obliges, for a price, of course. It's quite the show." Brooke's eyes gleamed with amusement as she watched Valerie's reaction.

Valerie's eyes flicked back to the screen, her cheeks growing warmer as she read another message. "They're asking her to... to strip," she whispered, her voice barely audible.

Brooke nodded, her fingers tracing patterns on Valerie's thigh. "Mm-hmm. And she does."

Valerie's mouth fell open, "Why?"

Brooke shrugged, "Why not? It's a way to make some extra money, and Teresa enjoys the attention. It just saddens me that she kept it a secret from you."

Valerie's cheeks flushed with heat, her eyes flicking back to the screen. She watched as Teresa, with a playful smile, began to unbutton her blouse, revealing more and more of her creamy skin. The chat window exploded with messages, each one more explicit than the last.

"She's..." Valerie stammered. Teresa, her lover, was stripping on camera for complete strangers.

Brooke's hand squeezed her thigh, her thumb tracing circles on Valerie's soft skin.

"Yes, she is. And damn good at it too." Brooke's voice was low, filled with pride and a hint of desire. "She's a natural performer."

Valerie couldn't take her eyes off the screen. Teresa was now down to her bare breasts and lace panties, her body a work of art. She was confident, sexy, and completely at ease in front of the camera.

Brooke's legs hooked Valerie's, capturing and spreading them gently as the older woman's hand moved up to Valerie's inner thigh, her touch light as a feather. Valerie's eyes widened in surprise. She glanced at Brooke, who simply smiled.

"Does that turn you on, darling?" Brooke asked, her voice low and sultry. Her hand moved higher, her fingers brushing against the hem of Valerie's robe. "Seeing Teresa like this?"

Valerie simply nodded, in shock.

Teresa's mother, Brooke, was touching her intimately while they watched Teresa strip on camera. She felt a pang of guilt, knowing she should stop Brooke, but her body betrayed her, leaning into the older woman's touch.

Brooke's fingers traced the edge of Valerie's robe, her touch maddeningly slow. "You're so tense, darling. Let me help you relax," Brooke whispered, her breath hot against Valerie's ear.

Valerie gasped as Brooke's fingers slipped under her robe, grazing her swollen labia. Brooke's thumb found Valerie's clit, circling it slowly, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body.

"Brooke, we shouldn't..." Valerie managed to say, her voice barely audible over the sound of her own ragged breathing. Brooke murmured, her lips brushing against Valerie's neck. "You're lonely, and I'm here. That's all that matters right now," Brooke whispered. Her hand continued its maddeningly slow pace, her thumb circling Valerie's clit with expert precision.

On the screen, Teresa pulled on the nipples of her bare breasts, teasing them until they hardened.

Brooke's fingers slipped inside Valerie, her pace slow and steady. Valerie bit her lip, trying to suppress a moan, but it was no use. A soft, needy sound escaped her lips, drawing a satisfied smile from Brooke.

On the screen, Teresa received an anonymous token prompt to stroke her pussy, so Valerie watched, entranced, as Teresa's hand moved between her legs, her fingers finding her clit and circling it slowly.

Valerie's breath hitched as Brooke's fingers mimicked Teresa's movements, her thumb circling Valerie's clit with the same slow, steady rhythm. She could feel Valerie's climax buildng.

"You're so wet, darling," Brooke murmured, her voice filled with satisfaction. "You like watching Teresa, don't you?"

Valerie nodded as her eyes glazed over with desire. She couldn't believe how turned on she was, watching Teresa on the screen while Brooke touched her intimately.

"Come for me, darling," Brooke whispered, her voice a low, sultry command.

Her fingers moved faster, her thumb pressing harder against Valerie's clit. Valerie's body responded, her muscles tensing as she neared the edge. She felt a wave of pleasure crash over her, her body convulsing as she came undone.

Brooke's fingers slowed, milking every tremor from Valerie's body. The younger woman leaned back against Brooke, her breath ragged, her body spent. Brooke wrapped her arms around Valerie, holding her close, her chin resting on the younger woman's shoulder.

On the screen, Teresa's golden flow was running down her thighs, and she let out a satisfied sigh, wiping her fingers along her slit and cleaning them on a wet wipe she kept handy for such occasions. The chat window was filled with messages of praise and requests for more, but Teresa had reached her limit for the day. She turned off the camera with a satisfied smile, knowing she'd made a tidy sum from her little performance.

Valerie watched, breathless, as Teresa's image vanished from the screen, leaving only the reflection of her and Brooke in the dark TV. She turned her head to look at Brooke, their faces inches apart.

Brooke's eyes were dark, her pupils dilated with desire. Valerie could feel the older woman's heart pounding against her back, matching the rhythm of her own. She opened her mouth to speak, but no words came out. Instead, she found herself leaning in, her lips meeting Brooke's in a soft, tentative kiss.

Brooke responded immediately, her lips parting, her tongue seeking entry. Valerie hesitated for a moment, then opened her mouth, allowing Brooke's tongue to explore her depths. The kiss was slow, sensual, a dance of give and take.

As she broke the kiss, Brooke noted, "Now you both have secrets. What an unhealthy relationship."

Valerie looked away, her mind racing, knowing Brooke was right. "I... I just need some time to process everything," she stammered.

Brooke nodded, her expression softening. "I understand, darling. I'm here if you need to talk."

Valerie stood up, adjusting her robe. "I should probably get ready for work," she stated with a tremor in her voice, avoiding Brooke's gaze. She felt a mix of emotions swirling inside her - guilt, confusion, excitement, and a lingering sense of satisfaction from the orgasm Brooke had given her, as she walked to her bedroom and gently closed the door.

Brooke watched her, a knowing smile playing on her lips.