A Motherly Exam

Elsa Jean was barely eighteen and scared shitless. One time. That's all it took, or so she thought. Maybe a single load was enough to knock her up. Jelena sat her down in the living room and told her she was an idiot. Pregnancies don't happen like magic just because some boy busted inside. Elsa stared at the floor and asked if Jelena could check anyway. A real check. She needed to know. Jelena sighed, got up, and led the girl down the hall. The bedroom door clicked shut behind them. Locked. Elsa stripped off everything below the waist and lay back on the comforter, knees pulled wide. Light from the half-drawn blinds striped her pale stomach. Jelena knelt between her legs and peered close, parted her with two fingers. Nothing obviously wrong. But angles matter, so she patted the mattress and told Elsa to sit on her face instead. The teenager swung a skinny leg over and lowered her cunt onto Jelena's mouth. The lips spread warm and slick. Still normal. Jelena, satisfied the anatomy was fine, decided one more test couldn't hurt. She slid her tongue between the wet folds, slow and deliberate. Elsa sucked air through her teeth, hands gripping the headboard. The moan came out thin and high while Jelena licked deeper, curling the tip against the tight inner wall. The kid shook, came with a broken gasp, and slumped sideways. Jelena pushed her onto her back again and leaned over, tits heavy in her bra. She slid the straps down and cupped one full breast, guiding the nipple into Elsa's open mouth. Elsa latched greedily, nursing while Jelena stroked her hair. After a moment Jelena climbed higher, straddling the girl's face so her own thick bush brushed Elsa's lips. She rocked forward until the swollen clit dragged across Elsa's tongue, then settled into a steady grind, soaking the smaller mouth with every thrust. Jelena came loud, thighs locked around Elsa's ears, flooding the girl's tongue. They switched. Jelena slid down, scissored their legs, and pressed their slick cunts together. The friction built quick, both girls panting in short, sharp bursts. Jelena rolled on top, buried her face between Elsa's spread thighs once more, and sucked until the kid came a second time, trembling and wet. When Elsa finally caught her breath, she asked the same scared question. Jelena wiped her mouth, smiled like the verdict was settled, and said the results were clear: no pregnancy.