Almost Caught At Slumber Party

Natalie Knight’s on the phone with Mackenzie Moss, both girls buzzed about their sleepover. “So what are we doing tonight?” Natalie asks. Mackenzie throws out watching a movie. Natalie fires back with “SCARY movie,” already giggling. Mackenzie hemms and haws—those flicks freak her out. Natalie teases her: “We’re 18, scared of a little blood?” Mackenzie caves, but demands chips. Natalie laughs, says her mom always stocks them. Mackenzie’s voice dips. “Your mom’s gonna be there?” Natalie clocks the disappointment, insists Serene is just lovey-dovey, step-mom or not, and why wouldn’t anybody want to hang with them? Mackenzie backs off, they say goodbye, and Natalie kills the call. She drops her head back on the couch and moans—because Serene’s face is already between her legs, two fingers working deep inside her slick cunt. Serene surfaces, lips shiny, and Natalie hisses at her: behave when Mackenzie shows up. That night the living-room floor is a sea of blankets. The girls wriggle into their bedrolls. Once Mackenzie’s breathing evens out, Serene creeps in, unzips her daughter’s bag, and stares at the exposed body. She starts rubbing her own clit, quick little circles, biting back a moan, nearly blowing it twice before one slips out. Natalie’s eyes snap open. She’s pissed, but her pussy’s already throbbing. Serene reaches in and strokes her slit, whispering they have to stay quiet. Natalie clenches her teeth as her mom’s tongue flicks over her clit—because keeping silent with that skilled mouth between her thighs is harder than it sounds.