Tricking My New Step-Mom

Goldie Glock stands outside the house, jaw tight. Her dad is late again. Marie answers in nothing but a silk robe and smiles too easily, calling Goldie the masseuse she booked. Goldie steps inside before the lie can trip her up. The table is already set. Marie drops the robe and stretches out on her stomach, skin warm under the low light. Goldie pours oil over her palms. She works the shoulders first, digging in harder than a pro should, fishing for cracks. She asks about money, about the wedding, about why a woman her age wants an older husband. Marie only sighs and says she just hopes the new step-daughter gives her a chance. Goldie’s teeth click together. She slides her thumbs lower, traces the curve of Marie’s ass, and tells herself this is still just a massage. Marie turns over when told. Her nipples are already tight. Goldie keeps her expression blank while her fingers slip between parted thighs. The moment she brushes the wet seam, Marie’s breath catches but she doesn’t stop her. Goldie leans in, spreads her open, and puts her mouth where her hands have been. Marie moans, low and grateful, hips lifting into every stroke of tongue. Marie’s fingers find Goldie’s hair and pull her closer. Goldie lets her. Soon the older woman tugs at the younger one’s waist, guiding her up and over until Goldie’s cunt hovers above Marie’s mouth. They trade heat, wet sounds filling the room. Marie licks like she’s starved; Goldie grinds down and feels the sharp edge of an orgasm building too fast. She bites her lip to stay quiet. Below her, Marie comes first, thighs shaking around Goldie’s head, then pulls Goldie down again so she can finish her with slow, greedy laps until Goldie shudders and gasps. They stay tangled on the narrow table, skin slick, breathing hard. Goldie stares at the ceiling and wonders how long she can keep the truth folded between her teeth.