Stepmom's Spank-Swap Scheme

Cory Chase and Reagan Foxx lounge in the living room, talking like old friends who already know each other’s secrets. Cory sighs about Kimmy Kimm, says the girl has stopped listening, that maybe she gave in too often when Kimmy was younger. Reagan nods, confesses the same thing about Jade Kimiko. A slow look passes between them. If their own girls have stopped hearing them, why not borrow each other’s authority for an afternoon? The idea slips out before either woman can walk it back. Hours later the front door opens. Kimmy and Jade step inside laughing, then fall quiet when they see the two stepmoms waiting, arms folded. Cory speaks first: the girls are getting spanked, just not by the woman who raised them. Jade’s eyes go wide; Kimmy bites her lip. After the first stunned second the heat creeps in, a secret thrum neither girl wants to admit out loud. They mutter agreement and turn around. Skirts rise. Panties slide. Cory’s palm meets the soft swell of Jade’s ass; Reagan’s hand lands on Kimmy at the same moment. The rhythm starts slow, measured, then sharpens. Both women admire the flush they leave behind, the way firm flesh gives, then tightens again. They don’t notice at first that Jade is pushing back into each smack, that Kimmy’s breath has turned shaky in a way that has nothing to do with pain. The girls twist toward each other, mouths meeting mid-spank. Tongues slide, soft sounds escape. Cory and Reagan freeze, hands still resting on warm skin. Kimmy pulls away only long enough to look up, cheeks pink, and point out what the women already feel between their own thighs. The air thickens. Permission is given without another word. Four bodies shift, clothing loosens, and the afternoon bends into something none of them planned.