No TV For You

Jenna lounges on the couch, clicking through channels when Alana walks in with groceries and tells her to get up. Homework is finished, so Alana wants help with chores instead. Their talk drifts to school, then boys or girls. Jenna blushes, pretending she has never tried anything with a woman. Alana smiles and admits she has tasted many women before she met Jenna's father, and wants to pass on what she learned. She says women know how to please each other better than most men do. Alana guides Jenna's mouth to hers. Jenna's tongue meets hers as Alana sucks lightly on her neck. Fingers slide under Jenna's shirt, cup her breasts, then pinch and lick the nipples until they stand hard. Jenna returns the favor, swirling the tip of her tongue in slow circles around her stepmother's stiff peaks. Alana climbs higher, settles her wet cunt over Jenna's mouth and rides. The taste, the slick heat, pulls long moans from Jenna until she trembles through a strong orgasm. Later Alana lies back and tutors Jenna's tongue against her own swollen clit. Jenna listens, adjusts, presses, and tastes. The lesson ends with Alana shuddering, slick cream coating Jenna's lips. Finally, Alana guides their slick cunts together. The rhythm of their hips is sure and fast. Jenna grinds with purpose; Alana moans at how skilled her stepdaughter already is. When they catch their breath they agree to keep the secret—from Jenna's father, at least.