Eavesdropping on Mom: Part One

Darcie Dolce strolled back from the gym, muscles humming from her workout with Jade Nile. A flash of her friend’s ass had been reward enough. She approached the back door and caught another sight: Ava Addams stripping in the kitchen, phone glued to her ear. Cherie was on the line, as usual, bragging about her stepdaughters when her husband was gone. Ava listened with that sly smile Darcie knew, until the words “he hasn’t touched me” slipped out. That tiny crack in her father’s bedroom was all it took. Heat flared in Darcie’s gut, and she pressed her forehead to the glass, watching the silk slide off Ava’s breasts. Ava finished the call. Darcie pushed through the door before she could lose her nerve. Inside, Ava froze, naked and startled, phone still in hand. She hid nothing. Darcie’s gaze dropped to the heavy sway of her mother-in-law’s tits, then the smooth valley below. “I heard you talking,” Darcie said. “About wanting someone younger.” Ava tried the responsible-mother voice, told her no, that she was her father’s wife. Darcie stepped closer until their bodies almost brushed. Her tank top came up, little cinnamon nipples stiff against cool air. Ava’s eyes flicked down, lips parted, all argument lost. Ava reached out anyway, cupping Darcie’s small breasts, comparing, remembering how hers once looked. The resistance she gave was paper thin. Darcie leaned in, kissed soft warmth, and Ava exhaled like she’d been waiting weeks for this exact mouth. Darcie’s tongue traced over hard, thick nipple, then switched to the other. Ava murmured approval, head tipping back. Praise grew bolder. “They’re perfect, baby.” “So sweet.” Darcie could feel the pulse between her thighs every time Ava called her that. She peeled the rest of her clothes free, climbed onto the kitchen counter, thighs spread wide. Ava knelt. Her mouth sealed over Darcie’s wet, needy cunt, sucking slowly, tongue circling the swollen clit until Darcie jerked and cried out, coming in shocked little bursts, hands fisted in Ava’s thick hair. When her legs steadied, Darcie dropped to the tile, hooked Ava’s thighs open, and buried her face between them. Ava’s cream coated her lips, tongue, chin. She lapped eagerly, hungry for every drop, the older woman’s moans spilling out louder than Cherie’s ever had. When Ava shook and grabbed at the counter, Darcie swallowed every slick rush and didn’t let go until the tremors finally eased.