Overprotective Parent

Katie Morgan drops by Reagan Foxx’s place, all smiles at first. Small talk barely lasts two minutes before Katie blurts out the real reason she’s here: she’s still stuck on the picture of her daughter as her sweet, untouched little girl, not some horny teenager making out with Reagan’s kid. Reagan listens, shrugs, tells her that her own girl’s never looked happier. Katie admits the real fear—that the girls are too young. Reagan calls her out, asks if age is really the hang-up when both of them are eighteen, or if the fact they’re both girls is what actually bugs her. Katie gets defensive. Reagan tells her that when her daughter came out, it pulled them closer instead of pushing them apart. Katie says she wants that kind of bond with her own kid, then confesses she was a total rebel at that age. Reagan asks the obvious: did she ever mess around with girls? Katie admits she experimented in college and liked it, but worries this might be a phase for her daughter. Reagan says if Katie still has those urges, maybe she’s projecting her own confusion onto the girls. Then she drops the suggestion, calm as can be: maybe Katie needs a fresh taste of what she used to do. One solid night with a woman might settle everything and maybe even help her understand her daughter better. Katie’s jaw drops. “You mean us?” she stammers. Reagan just nods, lips curling into a little flirty grin. Katie recoils, shakes her head—no way they can just do it. Reagan moves closer, hand sliding over Katie’s thigh, and Katie’s breath catches, sharp and hot. Her eyes close, open again, and she gives in, saying it’s probably time to get this out of her system. Reagan smiles, palms moving over soft blonde curves, feeling the weight of Katie’s big tits through her shirt, teasing the little barbell piercing she knows is hidden underneath. Katie’s hand finds Reagan’s brunette hair, pulling her in. The two MILFs melt together, lips, tongues, hands everywhere, and any thought of being overprotective parents is long gone.