Mom's Squirting Condition

Tiffany walks into the kitchen and catches her bubbly stepmom Alexis already halfway through breakfast. They shoot the shit for a minute until Alexis checks her watch, then bolts off for yoga class. Once the front door slams, Tiffany spies a damp patch on Alexis's chair. She leans in close, studies it, wonders if her stepmother just had a full-blown accident. A few minutes later Alexis comes barreling back through the door, front of her shorts soaked darker than before. 'Everything okay?' Tiffany asks, eyebrow cocked. Alexis practically screams that she is fine and rushes down the hall. Tiffany creeps after her, peeking through the bedroom doorway just in time to see Alexis peel her wet clothes off and sprawl onto the sheets. One hand goes straight between her thighs and Alexis starts rubbing her own clit like she can't wait another second. Tiffany watches, mouth open, as Alexis works faster and faster, then suddenly gushes a clear arc across the mattress. That's when Tiffany pieces it together: the spot at the table, the soaked shorts—it's not an accident, it's this. Alexis locks eyes with the silhouette in the doorway, pauses, then smirks and crooks a finger. She waves Tiffany in, explains without shame that some women just come like a fire hose and it's one of the hottest things on the planet. Tiffany asks if she could ever learn, and Alexis's grin goes wicked. She says sure—long as daddy never hears. Tiffany nods so fast her ponytail bounces. Alexis starts slow, palms those perky tits first, rolling stiff nipples between thumb and finger until Tiffany moans. Her hand drifts down, parts slick folds, circles a swollen clit with steady pressure. Tiffany bucks and Alexis keeps her there, never letting up until Tiffany jerks hard and sprays for the first time—first of many. Before the hour's out Tiffany's hips are pistoning, pussy pulsing, juice flying, and she's moaning like she was born to it. Alexis just watches, smug, proud as hell.