Our Overbearing Parents

Jessie Saint and Daya Knight were bitching about their lesbian stepmoms, Christie Stevens and Ebony Goddess Mystique. Both moms kept pushing them to eat pussy like they do. Jessie looked Daya dead in the eye and said, 'What if we fake being a couple at dinner? That shuts them up for good.' Daya grinned and pushed it further: 'After we trick them, let's get flirty with our own moms. Put their stupid pressure right back on them.' Jessie blinked, then laughed. 'Fuck it, that sounds hot and hilarious. Let's watch them choke on their own advice.' At dinner the girls sold the lie perfectly—holding hands, giggling, swearing they were a real couple now. Christie and Ebony beamed like they'd won the lottery. Christie jumped up to grab a special dessert. Jessie followed her into the kitchen, leaving Daya alone with Ebony. Daya leaned in close and whispered that she had the hots for Ebony. Ebony licked her lips and answered back that the feeling was mutual. In the kitchen Jessie tried the same move on Christie. Christie pressed her body forward and admitted she'd been fantasizing about her stepdaughter too. Jessie grabbed the dessert plate and dragged Christie back to the dining room before things got too real. What they found stopped them cold: Ebony had Daya bent over the table, tongues deep in each other's mouths. Christie lunged at Jessie, trying to shove her tongue down her throat. Jessie shoved her off. Both girls came clean, yelling that the whole thing had been a setup to get the moms to quit hassling them. Christie and Ebony looked crushed. They admitted they only pushed because lesbian love had blown their own minds open and they wanted the same for their girls. Then Ebony smirked. 'You've never even tried pussy. How can you knock it?' The girls stared. Christie asked flat out if they'd ever let a woman touch them. Silence. Finally Jessie sighed. 'Fine. One time. You show us how it's done, then you drop it forever.' Clothes hit the floor in seconds. Christie spread Daya on the table and rubbed slow circles over her clit until the girl bucked and soaked her fingers. Ebony straddled Jessie's face and ground her dripping cunt against Jessie's tongue while Christie dove tongue-first into Daya's pink folds, licking her clean. They switched partners every few minutes—mouths on clits, fingers curling inside tight walls, the room thick with moans and wet slapping sounds. Sweat, slick thighs, and three tongues fighting to taste every inch of pink flesh. The moms rode their stepdaughters' faces like it was their last meal, cumming hard and loud, pushing the girls to swallow every drop. But the real question hangs in the sticky air: after tasting hot, greedy pussy, will Jessie and Daya still call themselves straight?