Babysitter's Playtime

Tanya Tate was waiting for Alli Rae. The girl was coming over to watch her daughter. The house felt empty without kids running through the halls, so Tanya looked forward to seeing Alli again. Old times. Shared stories. When Alli arrived they sat together on the couch, memories spilling out like sunlight through the blinds. Tanya told her to make herself at home and then left for the day. Alli didn’t waste time. She wandered upstairs, slipped into the master bedroom, and stripped. The sheets were cool. Her fingers found her pussy before she even fully lay down. She grabbed her phone and called Riley. Hearing Riley’s voice made her wetter, fingers sliding in deep circles while they talked. Alli’s moans sharpened. She started to come hard. The bedroom door opened. Tanya stood there. Alli froze, naked and flushed. Tanya demanded an explanation. Alli told her everything—the encouragement from her mom, the secret calls to Riley, the “mommy” games they played. Tanya listened, eyes darkening. She stepped closer. “You can call me mommy too,” she said, and then she kissed Alli. Her hand pulled away the last pillow. She placed Alli’s fingers on her heavy tits, then shed her dress so Alli could see them fully. Alli took over, unhooking Tanya’s bra, pushing down her dress. Naked, she climbed on top of Tanya, mouth closing around one stiff nipple. Her fingers found Tanya’s pussy and pushed in hard, feeling it clench. When Tanya was panting and open, Alli moved lower, showing her how to trib—slow rolling strokes of wet cunt against wet cunt. Tanya’s eyes went wide. She let go completely, hips grinding faster until they both came, thighs shaking. Afterwards Tanya lay back and smiled. “Next time we should call your mother Cherri and see what happens with all three of us.”