Getting A Reaction

Cherie DeVille poured iced tea in the kitchen when her stepdaughter Gia Derza strolled in. 'Hi, honey,' Cherie said. 'Hi honey,' Gia mimicked. Cherie shrugged it off and asked how her day went, only to hear the same line parroted back with a smirk. Cherie kept her cool. She had only been married to Gia’s father for a few months, but she had already learned how much the girl loved needling people. Each time Cherie spoke, Gia parroted it. Still, Cherie’s patience held. 'No matter what you do, you won’t get a reaction out of me, missy,' she laughed. 'Challenge accepted,' Gia grinned. All day Gia tried to rattle her. Nothing landed. Later, Cherie lay in bed reading. Her door creaked. Without looking up, Cherie warned, 'You’ve been at this all day and still nothing. Aren’t you a little old for these games?' Silence followed—because Cherie hadn’t seen what Gia wore: a tiny bra-and-panty set hugging every curve. Gia climbed onto the mattress on all fours, crept between her mother’s thighs, and rubbed the older woman’s pussy through soft cotton. Cherie gripped her book tighter, breath steady, refusing to give in. Then Gia tugged the panties aside and dragged her tongue over slick folds. The wet heat pulled a shudder from Cherie. Still, she fought it. Gia sucked her clit and slid two fingers inside, pumping slowly until Cherie’s hips jerked and a helpless moan broke free. The book slipped from her hands as she came, thighs trembling around Gia’s face. Breathing hard, Cherie tossed the sheets aside. 'My turn,' she growled, pulling Gia onto her back. She tore the bra down, licked each stiff nipple, then shoved her stepdaughter’s legs wide. Cherie’s tongue plunged deep, curling against Gia's soaked cunt, teasing every swollen ridge until the girl thrashed and begged. When Gia finally broke, crying out her pleasure, Cherie didn’t stop—fingers and tongue relentless—determined to wring every last reaction from the suddenly breathless girl.