Date With Mommy

Elsa Jean stares at the time and sighs. Blonde, petite, she knows the blind date Jasmine lined up for her is hours away, yet already she’s restless. Men do nothing for her. She only wants one thing—her stepmother, just out of reach. Jasmine Jae feels the hunger too. Dusk tones grace every curve of her skin as she finds Elsa alone, waiting. Their mouths meet hard. Tongues swirl, slick and greedy, neither giving ground. Elsa drops lower. She spreads Jasmine’s thighs and feasts, tongue stroking deep into slick folds, jaw working without mercy. Jasmine grips Elsa’s hair and lets her body rock, riding the rhythm until pleasure seizes her, thighs clamping around the younger woman’s face. Jasmine pulls Elsa up, then pushes her back onto the bed. She buries her face between petite thighs and sucks until Elsa shakes, voice breaking. Fingers join in—two then three—pressing steady, curling each time Elsa cries out. She comes once, gasping, wetness coating Jasmine’s chin, then again when the same fingers slide deeper. They finish tangled, lips brushing shoulders, fingers still exploring, chasing one last shared rush before the night is gone.