Titillating Telemedicine

Penny Barber sits at the dining table with her laptop open, adjusting the angle before her next patient logs on. Freya Parker steps up behind her and slides a hand across her shoulder, pressing close. Penny tells her it will have to wait, that the call starts any minute. Freya stays put anyway, then drops to her knees and crawls beneath the table just as the video window opens. Under the wooden surface, Freya parts her stepmom’s knees, pushes the hem of her skirt higher, and presses her mouth to the thin cotton already damp between Penny’s thighs. She pulls the fabric aside and runs her tongue slowly up the length of her, tasting heat and the first slow throb of response. Penny’s voice stays steady on the call, but her thighs tense. Freya keeps licking, steady and deliberate, pressing her tongue flat against the swollen clit, then circling it, then sucking gently until Penny’s hips shift despite herself. The patient keeps talking. Penny answers, measured, professional, while her free hand drops under the table and grips Freya’s hair to steady herself. Freya slips two fingers inside, curling them in a slow, steady rhythm that matches the pace of her tongue. Penny’s breath catches once; she covers it with a cough. Heat builds fast. Her pussy grips the fingers working inside her, slick and pulsing, and she feels the first tight wave of orgasm threaten right there in the middle of the call. When the session finally ends and the laptop lid clicks shut, Penny pushes the chair back, pulls Freya up, and bends her over the edge of the table. She slides her own fingers straight into her stepdaughter, thumb working the clit while her mouth finds a hard nipple through Freya’s thin top. They move together hard and fast now—skin against skin, quiet moans filling the room—until both of them come, shaking and gasping against the polished wood.