The Breast Exam

Olivia stands naked in the shower, water still dripping from her breasts when she feels it. A lump. She calls for Kristen. When her stepdaughter steps through the doorway she stops short, eyes widening at the sight of Olivia bare and wet. "Why aren't you dressed?" "I think I felt something," Olivia says. "In my breast. Come here." Kristen freezes. She does not want her hands on her stepmother's tits, but Olivia is already reaching for her, guiding Kristen's fingers to warm, heavy flesh. The contact is slow. Careful at first. Then Olivia presses harder, making sure every inch is covered. "Just go to a doctor," Kristen mutters. "I don't have time to sit in some waiting room," Olivia replies, dragging Kristen's palms lower. "You can check better than that." Still unsatisfied, she pulls Kristen's face in until her mouth brushes skin. Kristen tries to pull away, but Olivia's hand is firm at the back of her neck. "Closer," she whispers. Kristen opens her mouth. A nipple slips past her lips. She sucks, slow and hesitant, tasting water and sweat. When Olivia lets her go, her thighs are parted on the edge of the bed. She takes Kristen's wrist again and guides those same fingers between her legs. "They're not even blood," Olivia says, almost offhand. "Just touch me." Kristen hesitates, then circles her stepmother's clit with two fingers. The touch turns wet fast. She leans in without deciding to. Olivia's mouth finds hers, tongue sliding deep, and Kristen answers with a small, surprised sound as she presses two fingers inside. She stops thinking after that.