Jealous Mother

Kayla nearly choked when her stepdaughter Kate asked for a serious talk. The air stretched tight between them, the silence prickling like static, until Kate finally blurted that she was gay and burning for some girl named Noemie. Relief hit first, then something hotter, meaner. Kayla smiled, hugged her, and tried to smother the sudden stab of want that made her stomach knot. Over the next week, she watched those two lovebirds kiss every chance they got, each moan and wet smack slicing at her until she couldn't take it. Cornering Kate in the kitchen, voice low and shaky, she confessed she was jealous as hell and needed to touch, taste, claim that body for herself. Kate blushed, whispered she'd always felt the same but had been too scared. Their mouths crashed together, hungry, hands greedy; Kayla dragged kisses down Kate's neck, over stiff nipples, spreading her thighs and diving in to lap up every inch of sweet, forbidden cunt. The girl came hard against her tongue, finally theirs, secret, and every filthy inch worth the sin.