Calming Our Stepdaughter's Nerves

Demi Hawks is all pink in the face when she asks Reagan and Kenzie if they'll sit through the speech she still hasn't nailed. The two older women drop everything, plop down on the couch like front-row fans, and wait for their little co-ed to hit it. She chokes after two lines. Her cheeks flush red. Reagan leans forward, boobs resting on her knees, and tells her to breathe deep. Demi sucks in air like she’s blowing up balloons, then chokes again. Kenzie spins her around so she’s facing the wall. Doesn’t help. Demi looks even more flushed, hands gripping her notes so tight they crease. That’s when the underwear trick lands. Demi goes quiet for half a heartbeat, then squeaks out an okay. She keeps glancing at the stepmoms’ laps like she’s working out geometry, but the words still tangle. Reagan shrugs, says “fuck it,” and peels off her blouse. Kenzie laughs, pops the clasp on her bra. Two mature bodies, tits out, lace sliding down thighs, panties riding low and tight. All very real, zero imagination needed. Demi tries again. Voice cracks. Eyes glued to Reagan’s hips, Kenzie’s thick thighs. She’s wet already; her voice just wobbles. Kenzie gives her the eyebrow, asks if maybe her cunt needs a quick reset. Demi swallows, nods fast enough to break her neck. Reagan crawls over the armrest, tits swinging, and spreads the girl open right there. Kenzie drops to her knees, tongue already on salt. They take turns, eating her quick and dirty until Demi’s moans fill the whole room, notes crumpled beside her on the floor. By the time she’s shaking, cunt slick and throat loose, the speech is suddenly the easiest thing she’s ever said.