Peeping Mom

Carter’s in the bathroom fresh from the shower, buck naked, blowing out her hair and slicking on makeup. She yanks on this tiny blue sports bikini, and damn, it makes her baby blues pop like crazy. Mirror check complete, she’s grinning at the view when—knock knock. She throws on the robe, pads to the door. Neighbor lady’s there blabbing about some sneaky mom who’s been creeping around yards, playing peekaboo with the wives and daughters. “Seriously? April Fools already?” Carter laughs. Neighbor’s deadpan. “No joke.” Carter rolls her eyes; rumors aren’t gonna kill her tan time. She drops the bikini again, slinks out back, lies out in the sun. Can’t chill though—keeps twitching at every shadow in the hedge. Restless, she heads in, rinses the paranoia off under hot water. She steps out towel-drying her hair when she spots the bedroom door cracked open. She’s sure she shut it. Walks over to close it and boom—Alexis Fawx lunges out of the closet and scares the holy shit out of her. Once she clocks the face, Carter exhales. “Jesus, boyfriend’s mom? What the hell.” Alexis tells her to lie down, relax. Carter shrugs, flops on the bed. Next thing she knows, a warm body slides in behind her. Soft hands glide over her tits, down her stomach. Carter moans, thinking it’s her man, tells Alexis how fucking good it feels. She rolls over, sees Alexis grinning, and about has a heart attack. Alexis plants a hand over her mouth, whispers, “Want me to stop?” Carter’s cunt’s already soaked, clit throbbing, so she just shakes her head—keep going. Alexis drops between her thighs, tongue-fucks her till Carter gushes down her chin, hips jerking. Then they grind, tribbing hard, slick pussy lips sliding together. They flip into a frantic sixty-nine, licking and sucking, moaning into each other until both women come again, sweaty and spent, the whole damn afternoon lost to nothing but filthy, wet, relentless fucking.