My Daughter's Secret Job: Part One

Teen masseuse Samantha was setting up when her step-mother Mindy walked in. Thinking it was her client, Samantha piped up in her sweet voice that she was ready for the 'schoolgirl special.' The moment she turned and saw Mindy, her stomach dropped. She scrambled for some lame story, didn’t want Dad finding out she wasn’t the sweet little girl he thought she was. Mindy just smirked, tugging off her dress and stretching out naked, face-up on the table, tuft of dark hair proudly on display. Mindy waved away the towel and flipped onto her belly, already dictating the terms: this stays quiet so long as Samantha gives the goods. Oil hit warm skin, hands slid down, and when they reached her ass, Mindy called it like an order—'schoolgirl special.' Then she wanted her toes sucked. Nice and slow. Samantha did it. Felt wrong, tasted salt, but Mindy hummed like she’d been waiting for this forever. Rolled again, front side now. Mindy made it crystal: squeeze those big tits or she’d spill to Dad. After the rub-down she spread her legs, guided Samantha’s fingers over slick folds, then locked her in place by the pigtails and demanded tongue work. The kid wasn’t great at first. Mindy gave better instructions between sighs, peeled her step-daughter bare, climbed on top, licked until Samantha bucked and warned she was close. Samantha came hard anyway, pushed Mindy back, and finally dove between her own mother’s thighs, desperate payback. Bodies lined up bush-to-bush. Clits sliding together, ass gripped tight, until both women shook at the same time and went still, catching breath.