Mommy Fashion Show

Tiffany sifts through her stepmother's suitcase. Alexis swore she had business to handle. Instead of files and suits she finds nothing but lingerie. Silk, lace, the kind meant for skin, not meetings. The shower runs. Tiffany steps into a black lace piece that barely covers anything, straps biting into her hips, sheer panels leaving nothing to the imagination. Alexis steps out and stops cold. She is furious. Tiffany does not flinch. She knows. All the late nights. All the lies. Her father, clueless, handing over his card like nothing ever changed. Tiffany stands, legs spread on the hotel bed. "Kneel." Alexis resists. Says she does not go for women. Tiffany just watches her. Calm. She reaches out, pulls Alexis down by the hair. Alexis gets to work. Her tongue meets Tiffany's shaved cunt, slow at first, then desperate, lips sliding, jaw working until Tiffany floods her mouth. Hot, thick, taste of fresh release. Tiffany flips her. She drags her pierced tongue over Alexis' tight, shaved folds, dragging it slow, then fast, tracing every inch until Alexis quakes. Fingers dig into the sheets. The tongue pierces deeper, hits places her husband never bothered with, sends Alexis moaning into the pillow, hips bucking against her stepdaughter's mouth.