You're A NUDIST Now??

Laura Bentley stood in the hallway when the front door opened. Lilly Bell stepped inside, bare. Sun-browned skin still warm from the flight. No bra, no panties, just a confident smile and the kind of tits that made the air feel heavier. “Jesus,” Laura whispered. She tried to focus on her daughter’s face, but her eyes kept dropping. Full, natural breasts swayed with every step. Soft blonde curls brushed bare shoulders. Laura felt a warm rush low in her belly and turned away, cheeks flaming. Lilly sauntered past, hips swinging. “You’ll get used to it.” By the time Laura poured coffee, her hands shook. Lilly stretched across the counter, back arched, nipples tight from the cool air. Laura’s mouth went dry. “I… can’t,” she said finally. “You’re gorgeous. I’m getting wet just looking at you.” Lilly turned, slow, blue eyes bright. “Then let me help. We fuck it out of your system and everything goes back to normal.” Laura opened her mouth to argue, but Lilly’s fingers slid between her own legs and came back glistening. The sight undid her. Laura stepped closer, breath ragged, and reached for those heavy tits, thumbs brushing stiff nipples. Lilly leaned in, lips parting. Clothes hit the floor. Laura’s mouth found Lilly’s breast, tongue circling, sucking while her hand slipped down to part slick folds. Two fingers sank inside, tight heat pulsing around them. Lilly gasped, hips rocking. Laura worked faster, knuckle-deep, the wet sound loud in the quiet kitchen. She curled her fingers, found the spot that made Lilly shudder, then dropped to her knees, tongue replacing fingers, licking slow and hungry. Lilly held her head, thighs trembling. “Mom,” she breathed, voice thick with heat. Laura answered with deeper strokes, lips sealed around her clit, tasting every slick throb until Lilly came with a broken cry, hips jerking against Laura’s mouth.