Vegas Field Trip Part Two: My Mom & Her Mom

Sara Luvv walked into the hotel room and called out for her stepmother, but only silence answered back. She started tossing ingredients into a pan when a low moan drifted from the bedroom. Curiosity pulled her down the hallway. She pushed open the door and froze. Ariella Ferrera and India Summer lay tangled on the sheets, hands roaming bare skin. Sara opened her mouth, but Ariella cut in first. Her father knew about the affair, Ariella said. Sara stood there, gaze flicking between two naked bodies, unsure if she should stay or run. Ariella insisted Sara needed to stop hiding from what she wanted. India confessed her own fling with Shyla; Ariella admitted the same with Chloe. Something inside Sara cracked. The picture Ariella painted lined up with every filthy thought Sara had kept buried. They eased her shirt up. Cool air hit her tight brown nipples. The shorts and panties slid down her legs. Fingers traced her inner thighs, then parted her folds. Ariella’s tongue dragged slow, wet circles over her clit until Sara’s hips bucked and she spilled hot onto Ariella’s tongue. Ariella told her to turn around, guided Sara’s mouth between India’s spread thighs, then lowered herself onto India’s waiting tongue. Three bodies locked in rhythm, slick heat and soft moans filling the room. When it was over Sara lay trembling, grateful and aching for more.