It's Stuck

Megan sat at her desk, textbooks spread open, when her step-mother shouted for help. She found Cherie half-dressed and frantic. The older woman confessed she tried loosening herself with a toy before a third date, but now claimed it was stuck. Megan tried to back away, making every excuse she could think of, but Cherie insisted she couldn't get the thing out herself. Megan spat on her finger and slid it inside Cherie's wet heat. Nothing. She added another. Still nothing. By the time three fingers disappeared to the knuckle, Cherie moaned loud enough for the neighbors. The older woman bucked against the hand and finally admitted the toy wasn't lost at all—it had gone straight back to the drawer. She licked Megan's slick fingers clean, tasted her own juices, and said her daughter had just given her a shaking orgasm she wasn't prepared for. Without another word Cherie pulled Megan's shorts down and told her to watch closely. She thumbed Megan's clit, licked her until her daughter's protests melted into a shaky whine, and soon Megan couldn't look away. When she finally came, legs trembling, Cherie pulled her closer. Megan climbed on the bed, slid her whole small fist into her mother's hungry cunt, and pumped hard. Cherie howled, grabbed the headboard, then dropped onto Megan's face, smothering her with slick flesh while Megan licked her ass and fingered herself frantically. They finished grinding slick, shaved pussies together, hips snapping in a steady rhythm until both women cried out and slumped into the soaked sheets.