Bethany and I would never be mistaken for mother and daughter; that I knew for sure. Her willowy body and creamy skin was a stark contrast to my own features. My full Italian heritage had bestowed on me round womanly curves and ample breasts that easily darkened on hot summer days. I had an old-world Italian nose that many women would spend thousands of dollars to have a professional erase, but I had always loved my face and certainly had never received any complaints. My husband, Bethany’s father always said that his favorite feature on my body were my dark espresso-colored eyes, usually as he was ogling my t**s.
Sometimes late at night, when the house was quiet, I wondered how my stepdaughter would appraise me if I were stripped bare and made to reveal every intimate secret to her. I ga
