My Taboo Fantasy

Cherie stood naked before her bedroom mirror, savoring the shape of her own body. Kennedy stepped in and stopped, her gaze fixed on her stepmother's full breasts. They'd argued again, she and her girlfriend Aline, about cups and curves. Every guy seemed to chase flesh she didn't have, leaving her bitter and sure something was missing. Cherie heard it all, then told her it wasn't true. Plenty of men wanted what Kennedy carried, petite as it was. Kennedy shook her head. She figured she'd stay untouched forever because nothing about her flat chest counted for anything. When Cherie asked if she'd ever been with anyone, the silence said yes, never. Cherie pulled her closer. She peeled off Kennedy's shirt and kissed the tight pink nipples that stiffened at once. Kennedy's hands moved on their own, cupping the heavy heat of her stepmother's tits, squeezing because they felt exactly right. She wanted more than reassurance. She wanted proof. So she tugged her shorts down, climbed onto the bed, and spread her legs wide so Cherie could see the smooth, shaved slit between them. Cherie dropped her mouth there without another word. Her tongue stroked and circled, fast then slow, and the first real climax rolled through Kennedy's hips hard enough to buck her spine. The aftershocks were still running when Cherie ordered her onto the footboard. On her knees, hips tipped back, Kennedy watched the mirror reflect her own cunt being eaten. The second orgasm tore loose faster, wet and loud across Cherie's face. Now it was her turn. Cherie swung around, thighs over Kennedy's shoulders. The younger girl buried her tongue, licking and sucking until the older woman came in shaking ripples that tightened every muscle and then softened into satisfaction. Afterward Kennedy lay back flushed and steady. Nothing felt absent anymore. She looked the way she looked and it was enough.