Mommy Squirts on Us

Kenzie scrolls on her phone, sprawled across the couch, while Chloe drops beside her. “What’s up?” Chloe asks. “Ordering flowers,” Kenzie answers. Chloe narrows her eyes. “For our new step-mom?” Kenzie smirks. “Hardly. For the step-dad. A little surprise gift from her the day before their wedding.” Chloe’s lips curl in delight. She’s always game for a dirty trick. Footsteps sound in the hall; their father steps in with Nina Elle right behind him. He makes quick introductions, then grabs his keys. “Groceries won’t get themselves,” he says. “Get to know each other while I’m out.” The second the door clicks shut, Nina takes control. She peppers them with polite questions, but the girls roll their eyes and fire back. They mock Nina’s tight red dress, calling her out for dressing like a hooker in broad daylight. Nina listens, smiling. Then she slips a slim pink vibrator from her purse. The sisters freeze; they recognize the toy instantly. “Found it on Kenzie’s bed,” Nina says, turning the gadget between manicured fingers. “Either you two start playing nice, or your father learns exactly how you entertain yourselves upstairs.” Stunned, the girls shift and offer weak apologies. Nina leans back, legs crossed. “If you want me quiet,” she murmurs, “you’ll have to give me something better.” Her free hand slides under the hem of her dress, pressing the buzzing tip right where heat builds fastest. She arches, a low moan spilling out, and soon she’s flooding across the couch—short, powerful pulses that leave dark, glistening patches on the fabric. Drops spatter Kenzie’s bare thigh. Chloe watches the moisture bead and roll, breathless. Resistance melts. Kenzie crawls forward first, lips parted. Chloe follows. Nina guides their hands, teaches their mouths where to press and linger, savoring the slick give of each girl’s tongue against sensitive skin. She soaks them again and again—sharp sprays that soak their tops and drip from their chins. By the time she’s finished, the girls are flushed, soaked, and greedy for more. She smiles, soft and predatory. “Good girls,” Nina purrs, stroking wet hair from their cheeks. “Now we’re going to play nice—very, very nicely.”