Spa Staycation: Part One

Darcie was counting the hours until she could slip away with her new family. Dad had barely finished his vows before marrying Bianca, and the three of them were finally getting time alone. Then the phone rang. Typical him. Cancelled everything at the last minute and left them stranded at home. Bianca didn’t blink. She set up the massage table in the living room, spread fresh towels, and reached for the oils Darcie had packed for the trip. “Might as well enjoy what we’ve got,” she said, voice already dropping low. Darcie peeled off her shirt, her natural tits heavy and bare under the afternoon light, and lay down. Bianca’s hands were warm, slick with lotion. She worked down Darcie’s back, along her hips, fingers gliding closer and closer to the heat between her legs. The first brush across her pussy lips felt like an accident. The second didn’t. Darcie’s breath caught. Bianca leaned in, tongue parting her step-daughter’s folds with one slow, deliberate lick. Darcie’s moan was soft but clear. She sat up, pushed Bianca onto the table, and climbed over her in a perfect sixty-nine. The older woman’s thighs framed her face. They moved together, mouths wet and hungry, big tits pressing against soft bellies as they rocked into each other’s tongues. Bianca came first, legs shaking, then Darcie followed, hips jerking as she buried her face deeper. They traded places again and again until the room smelled like oil and sex and neither of them could remember why they’d wanted to leave town in the first place.