Caught Lez-Handed

Apollo's on the couch when Sarah, his stepmom, breezes through in a short skirt and low-cut blouse, telling him she's off to teach piano at the Kimm house. He mentions Kimmy in that too-casual way that gives him away, but Sarah just smirks and leaves. Once she's gone, Apollo replays the last few weeks in his head: Sarah staying out late, the secret phone calls, the way her voice drops when she talks to certain names on the caller ID. He decides to tail her. He parks down the street, creeps around the back of the Kimm house, and crouches by the sliding door. Inside, Sarah and Kimmy aren't practicing scales—they're kissing, deep, tongue-tangling, hands sliding under clothes. Apollo's stomach knots. It's not some parent; it's Kimmy herself. He storms in, slams the door, and declares he's telling everyone. Sarah freezes; Kimmy pleads. When threats don't work, the two women close in, promising a trade: their bodies for his silence. Clothes hit the floor fast. Sarah drops to her knees and takes Apollo's cock in her mouth while Kimmy strips and climbs onto the piano bench, legs spread, fingers already working her pussy. Apollo keeps his phone in his fist like a weapon until Sarah pulls him onto the floor and straddles him, sliding his bare cock into her soaked cunt in one slick motion. Kimmy mounts his face, grinding her clit on his tongue. The three fuck hard, switching positions—Sarah riding him reverse, Kimmy sucking his balls—until Apollo comes inside Sarah's pussy while Kimmy licks her clit and they all collapse in a sweaty, panting heap. Apollo's secret is bought, at least for now.