Remote Control

Carmen Caliente bursts through the door and spots her stepmom Holly Heart in the kitchen. She greets her quickly, then catches the TV blaring her favorite show. She bolts upstairs to change, stripping down to something soft and loose. Holly hears the theme song too and wipes her hands dry, racing for the remote. Carmen beats her to it. She hits the power button and freezes. Two girls are tangled on the screen, moving slow and wet against each other. Holly’s breath catches behind her. Neither one knows what to say. Carmen’s never kissed a girl, never tasted another woman, never even wondered what it would feel like. Holly turns the channel off. She studies Carmen’s face. When Carmen admits she wants a woman’s view, Holly steps closer. She lifts her top and shows Carmen her heavy breasts, full and natural. She asks if Carmen wants to know how those girls on TV touch each other. Carmen hesitates, then nods. Holly lowers her mouth to Carmen’s chest, tongue flicking each nipple until Carmen gasps. She slides lower, spreads her own thighs and shows Carmen how to lick slowly, how to press two fingers inside, how to curl them just right. Carmen’s mouth fills with the taste of her stepmom, warm and slick, and she drinks it down like she’s starving. Holly moans, tells her not to rush, tells her to feel every pulse. Then she switches places. Carmen lies back, legs shaking. Holly works two fingers deep, fucks her slow and steady while her tongue circles her clit. Carmen’s hips jerk. Holly climbs on top, lines their wet cunts together and rocks, clit to clit, both women panting and rubbing until Carmen breaks open with her first orgasm, loud and shaking. Sweaty and still catching her breath, Carmen glances at the blank screen and smiles. She thinks her stepsister Samantha Rone needs to see this too.