Her Special Day

Today is Lucy's birthday and she's stuck with Mindi. Her real father is working again, so she's left with the woman she can't stand—the one who married for the cash. Everyone knows the woman's history. She used to fuck on camera for rent money. Lucy watches her the way a cat watches cream. "Strip," Lucy says. Mindi pulls off her top without argument. Those big, soft tits spill out—warm skin, heavy, flushed at the nipples. Lucy steps forward and takes one in her mouth, sucking hard until it stiffens against her tongue. The taste is sweet, almost guilty. Their mouths meet. It's hot, slow, a lazy slide of tongues. Then Lucy wants more. She pushes her stepmother down, makes her peel the daughter's top away too. Mindi's lips close around Lucy's own breasts, sucking and biting. Every compliment lands like a match: "God, baby, these tits are perfect." Lucy grins and spreads her legs. She feels Mindi's mouth between them—wet, warm, working her clit in tight, practiced circles until pleasure shoots through her like a live wire. Lucy comes hard, legs shaking, the shock of it dragging a cry out of her throat. When she catches her breath she buries her face in her stepmother's pussy, licking where she wants, tasting someone else's desire for the first time. She doesn't hold back. Why would she? A princess gets what she asks for. The two of them lock together, slick and relentless, rubbing, grinding, pussies sliding together until sweat glosses their skin and the bed creaks under the furious rhythm. Lucy comes again, loud and greedy, and for one greedy afternoon she owns everything in the room—including the woman who used to belong to the world.