Sex Texts

Mindi's thumb taps out a quick text to Rebel, ready for bed. One pic of herself in that black lingerie lands on her stepdaughter's screen. Rebel stares at it, double-checks the name, wonders if this was an accident. Mindi answers with another shot, legs spread, lace gone, fingers already between her thighs. Rebel swears under her breath, yet a new message pops up: send something back so mommy can sleep. Rebel figures one pic might shut it down, so she peels off her shirt and snaps it. The reply comes fast—Mindi's clearly getting off on every inch. Curiosity pulls Rebel down the hall. She only wants to talk, but the second she steps close, Mindi drags her into the sheets and plants a kiss right on her mouth. Rebel tries to say this is nuts, but Mindi's tongue answers for her, sliding lower, lips locking on that tight little pussy until Rebel's hips quit fighting and start grinding. Mindi eats her like she's starving, flips her, licks her ass, drives two fingers deep from behind until Rebel bites the pillow and cums hard. They keep it quiet, dad's shower still running, breath held through every shaky orgasm. When the water finally cuts off Rebel bolts, leaving Mindi grinning in the dark.