Did You Wet The Bed?!

Mindi Mink is folding laundry when she catches the damp patch blooming across Abella Danger’s sheets. She knows she’ll have to ask her stepdaughter what’s been soaking the cotton at night. In Abella’s bedroom, the girl hesitates, eyes lowered. Mindi pushes gently until the truth slips out: every time Abella touches herself she comes hard—hard enough to spray the sheets. A small smile flickers on Mindi’s lips. Curiosity settles into something hotter. “Show me,” she says. Abella pauses, then shimmies out of her shorts and spreads her legs. Her fingers glide over slick skin. One sharp breath later, a sudden gush sprays across the mattress. Mindi’s gaze darkens with approval. She slides closer, voice low. “Again.” Abella obeys, pumping harder, flooding another arc of hot liquid over the bedspread. Mindi can’t resist the glistening folds in front of her; she leans in and laps greedily. Abella jerks, drenching Mindi’s tongue with another rush. Mindi straightens, sheds her own clothes, then lowers herself onto Abella’s waiting mouth. She rides each eager lick, moaning as she comes fast and wet over the girl’s chin. When they finally pause, the bed is soaked through. The sheets will need changing again, yet neither of them minds. They already know they’ll be wetting these same sheets together long before the next load of laundry.