One Last Time

Kristen Scott returns from college and misses only one person—her stepmother. She unpacks in her room and already pictures the bed where they might fuck. Mindi Mink enters with news that it has to stop. Kristen barely hears her; hunger pulses between her legs. A work call pulls Mindi’s husband away, leaving the house quiet. Kristen uses the moment, pressing close, lips to cheek and throat, whispering that everything will be all right. On the bed she lowers her mouth to the slope of Mindi’s breasts. Resistance drains with every breath; Mindi meets her daughter’s tongue, slow and wet. Cloth drops to the floor. Kisses turn frantic, tongue tips brushing and chasing while hips roll against skin. Kristen swings a thigh over Mindi’s face and grinds down, soft flesh meeting eager mouth. They flip into a sixty-nine, licking and moaning until thighs shake. Later Kristen presses her slick center against Mindi’s, scissoring, sliding, rushing toward the forbidden peak that hits both of them hard, again and again.