Mother Dearest

Gabbie lies on her bed, legs spread, working two fingers between her folds. Her body moves like it has a mind of its own. When the door swings open, Nancy stands there in the frame, wide-eyed. Silence thickens the air. Gabbie pulls her hand free but doesn’t close her legs. Instead, she whispers the truth. The words hang between them. Nancy steps inside, closes the door, and the look on her face shifts from shock to something darker. She walks to the bed, slips out of her robe, and the difference in their bodies meets in the open air. Her heavy breasts hang above Gabbie’s slight frame as she presses the girl back into the sheets. Fingers slide where Gabbie’s had been. The older woman’s tongue traces a slow, wet path down her stomach. Gabbie reaches up, cups Nancy’s tits, feeling their weight shift with every breath. Nancy’s mouth finds Gabbie’s cunt and stays there, sucking and licking until Gabbie’s hips rise off the mattress. She doesn’t stop until the girl’s voice breaks into short, gasping cries. Then Nancy climbs higher, feeds one thick nipple into Gabbie’s mouth, and guides the girl’s hand between her own thighs, showing her how deep she wants to be touched.