The Bee Sting

Sun blazes. Jelena tends her garden, sweat beading between her tits. Inside, Gina lounges in front of the flickering tube. Then the sting slices through. Jelena stumbles through the doorway clutching her chest, voice cracking. Gina springs up. She’s seen this trick—TV’s wild remedy. One quick suck, stinger’s gone. Mommy hesitates, pain wins out. Shirt peels away. The swollen welt sits high above her heavy breast. Gina drops to her knees, lips already wet. She seals her mouth around the mark, tongue working, then drifts, slow and greedy, onto the tight nipple. Jelena gasps, tries to push, ends up pulling. Gina’s teeth graze, suction deepens. Fabric slides, skin meets skin. Heat floods the room. Fingers dig, thighs spread. Two bodies lock, breath raw, every lick and bite trading fire. No turning back now.