Prom Night Pointers

Prom night has Samantha Rone practically vibrating with excitement. She’s hunting for the perfect dress, phone pressed to her ear, half-listening to her friend while worrying her boyfriend might push for anal again. The thought knots her stomach. Downstairs, her stepmother Holly Heart vents to a friend, calling Samantha the daughter who can’t stay out of trouble. In her bedroom Samantha cranks the music and tries the fantasy on: tonight she’ll let him have her ass. The words barely leave her mouth before Holly storms through the door. "What the hell are you thinking?" Samantha fires back that they never talk and she’s only choosing the safer hole so she doesn’t wind up pregnant. Holly freezes, remembers the lesbian porn she found and demands to know. Samantha admits she wanted to learn. Holly’s shoulders drop. "If you’re going to find out, you’ll find out from someone who actually loves you." She lets her silk robe fall. Samantha wastes no time sinking between Holly’s thighs, tongue tracing the shaved lips, two eager fingers pushing inside. Holly rocks back on the bed, legs spread wide. When they twist into a sixty-nine, Samantha’s tongue works without mercy, circling, sucking, dragging long slow licks over Holly’s swollen clit until Holly shakes and comes once, twice. Between ragged breaths Holly orders Samantha back against her chest, plunges two slick fingers into the waiting pussy and curls hard. Then she reaches lower. She parts Samantha’s cheeks, massages the tight pink pucker, whispers, "Relax." One fingertip glides inside. Samantha gasps, "Gentle," and Holly answers with steady pressure and loving strokes. Soon Samantha is panting, whispering she wants to be Holly’s favorite, promising to quit the trouble at school if Holly never stops touching her there. Holly kisses her ear. "You already are, baby. You already are."