One evening, as they sat on the couch watching a movie, Ava felt her mother's hand brush against her thigh. She tensed slightly, but didn't pull away, her pulse quickening as Zoe's fingers traced small circles on her skin. "Mom..." Ava breathed, turning to face her. Zoe's eyes were dark with desire, her tongue darting out to wet her lips. "Do you trust me, Ava?" she asked softly. Ava nodded, hardly daring to breathe. Zoe leaned in closer, her lips brushing against Ava's ear. "Good," she murmu