Jealous of My Son: Part One

Sarah Vandella had the life she wanted. The perfect family. Except now her imagination played tricks. Molly Mae, the new stepdaughter, felt too close to her son. Late at night the thought crept in that something was already happening between them. Sarah cornered Molly in the bedroom and talked. She chose her words with care. She told her girl there should be nothing hidden between them. Molly smiled and said she understood. Nothing out of line. Just brother and sister. Sarah did not leave it there. She admitted it stung, watching how much time Molly gave the boy. That time, she said, could belong to her instead. She offered something else. A lesson in a woman’s body. Molly answered with her hands. She took Sarah’s heavy breasts, lifted them, and wrapped her lips around a fat nipple. She sucked slow and deep, tasting the older flesh. Sarah sighed and let her take what she wanted. Molly slid back on the sheets. Sarah opened her thighs wide. She lowered her mouth and licked straight up the smooth slit, tasting fresh heat. Molly bucked and cried out, but Sarah held her firm, licking until the girl’s legs shook. Then Sarah climbed up. She pressed her slick cunt down against Molly’s and moved. Each slow grind sent wet lips sliding over wet lips. Their clits bumped and caught. They rocked together, hard, until the rhythm broke and both came, gasping into each other’s open mouths. Sarah opened her eyes. The sheets were cool, untouched. Molly still slept down the hall. The scene had never left her head. To Be Continued.