The Breast Exam

Olivia Austin's in the damn shower, prepping for work, when her fingers catch on a lump in her tit. She hollers for Kristen Scott to get in here and check it out. Kristen walks in and stops cold—stepmom's standing there butt-naked. "Why aren't you dressed?" Kristen asks, but Olivia’s already steering her hands onto those big bare tits. Kristen tries to pull back, says she doesn't want to grope her stepmom’s boobs, yet Olivia’s stronger and keeps pressing them in place. Kristen mutters something about seeing a doctor, but Olivia laughs it off—no wasting half the day in a waiting room when her stepdaughter’s hands work just fine. Kristen caves and pokes around, squeezing here and there, while Olivia tilts her chin and decides the examination is too damn gentle. She grabs the back of Kristen’s neck and smashes that pretty face straight into her chest, nipple brushing wet lips. Kristen mumbles a protest against the soft flesh, but Olivia isn’t hearing it—she drags her mouth down until Kristen sucks the stiff bud in and flicks her tongue despite herself. Olivia moans, satisfied for a second, then pulls Kristen lower. She drops onto the bed, spreads her thighs, and pushes those shaky hands straight onto her dripping cunt. "We’re not even blood," she reminds her, voice low. Kristen’s fingers hesitate, but Olivia rocks her hips until they slide inside. The shock wears off fast; suddenly Kristen’s kissing back, tongues fighting, hips grinding like the kitchen timer just went off. Olivia grins—lump forgotten, pussy very much not.