Fighting With Mommy

Samantha Rone sat on her bed next to the Holy Bible, running a buzzing electric massager up her thigh when Cherie Deville walked in. The devout matriarch snatched the machine away, disgust twisting her face. She lectured the girl about Christian duty and ladylike behavior, reminding Samantha who raised her and how easy it was to stray from the righteous path. Samantha looked her stepmother in the eye and said she wasn’t interested in men anyway, but Cherie wouldn’t listen. The word “massage therapist” alone was proof she was flirting with the devil. Cherie forbade it outright and stormed out. Curiosity wouldn’t let the older woman rest. Days later she stripped down at the spa, face buried in the cradle, voice drifting up to the unseen masseuse that she was ready. Samantha watched her stepmother’s bare ass rise when she asked if Cherie wanted her bra and panties removed too. The older woman hesitated, muttering that her own daughter was in this line of work and how hard it was to approve. She asked if men got handsy, if the nudity bothered the girl. Samantha pressed fingers along Cherie’s spine and answered that she mostly saw women, she was used to the skin, school mattered more than boys. Cherie slowly unclasp the bra, let the panties slide away. When Samantha climbed onto the table the knots in those firm glutes needed work. Cherie sighed, half-relaxed, then felt fingers slip between her legs and start circling her clit. A broken moan slipped out. Her hand shot back, found Samantha’s tit, squeezed. The girl knew exactly how to twist her wrist; Cherie rolled to see her stepdaughter’s face and tried to sit up. Samantha pinned her shoulders, dropped between spread thighs, tongue driving through wet folds. Torn, clutching sheets, Cherie let the wave crest, hips jerking while Samantha sucked the orgasm straight out of her. Clothes hit the floor. The two women crashed together, mouths slick with slick, tongues tasting. Samantha straddled Cherie’s face and ground down until the older woman’s tongue found a rhythm. Legs trembled; Cherie slurped loud and filthy. Then she yanked the girl around, pulling her down for a filthy 69, thighs locked over ears. Samantha’s pussy suddenly burst, spraying across Cherie’s cheeks and open mouth, hot liquid running down her chin. Samantha moaned straight into her stepmother’s cunt while Cherie tongued the puckered rim above her, felt fresh jets splash across her face. They flipped and locked, sliding cunt over cunt in frantic, slippery rhythm, clits sparking. Sweat and squirt made every thrust loud and obscene. Cherie’s voice cracked when Samantha climbed back over her mouth. “Baptize me,” she ordered, pulling the girl down. Samantha flooded her stepmother’s throat, the older woman drinking every drop, accepting every filthy part of the girl’s chosen work.