My Mom's Tits

Jenna came home bitter after practice. The team cut her from captain without ceremony. She stood in her stepmother's walk-in closet, jeans unbuttoned, and rifled through bras big enough for a feeding sow. One massive cup fell off the hanger, and Jenna held it to her chest like a clown nose. "Fucking balloons," she muttered. "No wonder she never cleans anything." She stripped off her tight cheer top and was trying the cup on her bare breasts when the door clicked open. Jelena leaned against the frame, arms folded. "Talking to yourself again?" Jenna froze, the bra hanging off her smaller tits. She started an apology, but it spilled into everything else—how Ariana, the new girl, had turned the squad against her, how she had tried to film Ariana fucking Dakota for leverage but lost the footage, how the other girls preferred Ariana’s sweetness to her bullying. "They threw me out," Jenna spat. "For her." She felt small, standing there half-naked and miserable. Jelena stepped closer, the silk of her robe brushing Jenna’s thighs. "You spread your legs for the whole squad except the woman who actually lives here." Her fingers cupped Jenna’s bare breasts. "These are the problem." Jelena rolled the soft, small flesh, firm, testing their weight. "Why they’re this tiny while mine make men pay attention?" Jenna reached up, mouth open, and drew one heavy nipple between her lips. Jelena sighed, wet and silk-soft. Jenna sucked harder, as if to drain an answer out of it, and her hands slid down, pulling the older woman’s robe loose until nothing separated them. Clothes dropped—panties, then the rest—onto cool marble. Jelena pushed her onto the bed, spread her thighs, and worked the thin flesh open with slow laps of her tongue. Jenna swore, hips jerking, but Jelena was patient, teasing the bud in light circles until Jenna’s voice broke. When she finally tongued her deep, Jenna spilled over quick, clenching around nothing. Jelena’s turn came from fingers first, two knuckles sunk inside, stroking until Jenna seized again. They twisted into each other, heads locked between warm thighs, and came together like a drawn knot pulled tight—wet, sudden, and simultaneous.