Mother-In-Lust: Part Two

Gracie Glam corners RayVeness—her husband Phillip's mother—with the credit-card receipt clutched in her fist. She came for payback and stays for the heat. RayVeness arches, legs parting; Gracie presses her mouth between them and inhales the sharp, sweet tang already slicking the older woman’s folds. RayVeness reaches down, gathers the girl’s hair, and drags her closer until Gracie’s tongue is stroking deep. They twist together on the bed, bare skin sliding, nipples brushing. Gracie bites, sucks, rolls each heavy breast, letting the soft weight slap and bounce. RayVeness answers with two skilled fingers, curling inside Gracie until the younger woman’s thighs tremble and her moans turn ragged. Climax tears through her, then another, each pulse sharper than the last. Her phone rings beside them—Phillip’s name lights the screen—but Gracie knocks it away, hips lifting, greedy for more. RayVeness cups Gracie’s face, breathless, and whispers that she wants her pussy devoured. Gracie obeys at once, spreading the swollen lips and lapping until RayVeness bucks and curses, coming hard against her mouth. Gracie smiles against the wet heat, already reaching for those full breasts again. The knock at the door freezes them. They scramble for robes, straighten hair. RayVeness cracks the door and finds her son on the threshold, beaming, helicopter keys in one hand, penthouse reservation in the other, a glossy brochure for a couples’ spa package dangling from his fingers. Gracie’s eyes widen. Phillip isn’t cheating after all.