My Boyfriend's Mom

Lena Anderson knocks on her boyfriend's door. Christie Stevens opens it—her stepmom—and her eyes widen the moment she sees the girl her son is dating. Minutes later Lena and her boyfriend sink into the couch. On the stairs a shift of fabric catches Lena's ear. She turns. Christie's dress strains across the swell of her ass, the seams pushed to their limit. Halfway up, Christie glances back, lips curved, nothing innocent in the look. Lena bites her own lip and mumbles something about the bathroom before she climbs after her. Inside the bedroom Christie is straightening the sheets when Lena slips in. "Making it nice for the two of you later," Christie teases. Lena moves closer, brushes a strand of hair from Christie's cheek. "Maybe we use it now." Christie hesitates—voice low, son downstairs—but Lena is already easing the straps from her shoulders. Heavy breasts spill free, pink nipples tight. Lena bends, kisses one slow, tongue flicking until Christie exhales through her teeth. Christie peels Lena's top away, leans in, sucks hard at the tall girl's breasts, tasting warm skin. The dress drops to the floor. Panties follow. Lena presses her down on the bed and spreads her thighs. Wet folds part for Lena's tongue. Christie arches, one hand fisting the sheets, the other holding Lena's head while her hips roll. The moan builds deep, breaks loud as her climax ripples through her, thighs shaking against Lena's cheeks. Breathless, Christie flips them. She drags her tongue along Lena's slit, sinks in deep, fucks her with slow strokes until Lena's fingers knot in her hair and her back bows off the mattress. Son downstairs, door open a crack, both women slick and trembling—Christie knows she's the lucky one tonight.