Following In Her Nude-steps

Lauren Phillips sits her stepdaughter Fiona Frost down and lays it out plain: she used to run around naked every chance she got before she married Fiona's dad. With that marriage dead, she's itching to drop her clothes again. Fiona doesn't just say okay, she grins and says she wants in. The first few naked breakfasts are weird as hell, knees bumping, eyes darting away, but soon neither can quit sneaking looks. Lauren's heavy tits bounce when she stretches, Fiona's ass flexes every time she climbs off the couch. One sweaty afternoon they roll out yoga mats in the living room. Lauren gets behind Fiona to adjust her hips and suddenly there's nowhere to hide how wet she is or how hard Fiona's nipples have gone. Hands linger. Breaths get short. Lauren leans in, palms sliding down Fiona's sides, and they both say fuck it. Tongues meet, fingers plunge, they end up tangled on the mat, Lauren sucking Fiona's clit while Fiona tongue-fucks Lauren from behind, grinding and moaning until they both come hard enough to see stars.