Mommy Caught Me Part Two: The Last Time

Nobody would’ve convinced Jade last week she’d be eating her own step-mom’s pussy, especially not Jaclyn’s. The two of them had barely been hands-off this morning, and yet here was Jaclyn lying by the pool, tits almost falling out of a scrap of bright fabric she called a bikini. The sight set Jade on fire again. She slid onto the lounger, ran her hand up Jaclyn’s warm thigh, and leaned in. Jaclyn stopped her. Voice low, eyes darting to the house next door. “Yesterday was a mistake. Your father can’t know. I raised you. This ends here.” Jade bit back a grin. “If we promise it’s the last time, nobody’s finding out.” She nipped Jaclyn’s ear, whispered how wet she already was. Jaclyn’s will broke; the two women bolted inside, shed the bikini and the tiny thong, and tumbled onto the big bedroom bed. Their mouths locked hard. Jade caught the look in Jaclyn’s eyes and muttered, “Open up, Mommy,” and pushed her tongue in. The word started as a shock but landed hot; Jaclyn answered by calling Jade her good girl, spreading wider, letting that skilled tongue curl deep. Jade swung around, lowered her thick, hairy slit onto Jaclyn’s mouth and rode her face. Wet sucking sounds filled the room while both women moaned and swore. Every grind brought their bodies slicker, needier. Finally Jade laid back, Jaclyn climbed between her legs, and they mashed their dripping cunts together—slippery, swollen lips stroking clit to clit. They bucked and ground, grabbed each other’s tits, screamed when the orgasm blasted through them at the same time. The kisses afterward were softer, almost shy. Neither said it out loud yet, but they already knew: once hadn’t been enough, and a “last time” this good had a way of happening again.