Caught With My Remote

Kenna came back from college and Cherie looked wrecked with how bad she needed her. They hugged like it hurt to pull away. Kenna headed upstairs while Cherie went to change, swearing she'd catch her at dinner. What Cherie didn't know was that her daughter already stole the panties from her drawer and swapped them for the pair with the vibrator humming inside the crotch, ready for Kenna's thumb on her phone. They sat down to eat like nothing was wrong. Then Kenna hit the switch. Cherie jerked so hard her knees slammed the table legs. She barked at her husband for the wine bottle, breath catching, eyes glassy. Heat rolled through her so thick she could barely get words out. Kenna grinned behind her glass. When her dad stood and walked out to fetch another bottle, Kenna dropped under the table, yanked Cherie's skirt up, and buried her mouth in her stepmom's cunt. Cherie's hand shot down to fist Kenna's hair, thighs twitching around her head. The second her husband left for the cellar, she slid down too. Clothes tore. Mouths crashed. Cherie spread Kenna open on the rug, licking her open while Kenna ground back against her tongue. They climbed each other fast, sucking nipples raw, grinding clit to clit until the table shook, sixty-nining hard enough the floor creaked. Kenna pushed two fingers deep, tongue flicking Cherie's tight hole while her stepmom came again, voice breaking, legs shaking. They'd been apart too long and it showed in every greedy, wet sound they made.