Kitchen Apron Antics

Charlie Forde caught her stepdaughter Sophia Burns sneaking in from college and spread her out on the kitchen counter. Tongues were in every hole, fingers knuckle-deep, bodies slapping and sliding in sweat. Sophia had her lips around Charlie's nipple, Charlie had Sophia's ass cheeks pulled open, when the front door slammed. Wife was home early. Sophia dove behind the counter. Charlie snatched the apron off the hook and tied it around her naked waist just as her wife walked into the kitchen. The wife smiled, set down her purse, started chatting about traffic and dinner plans. Sophia stayed crouched, apron hanging low, while Charlie tried to answer every question without sounding winded. Then Sophia got reckless. She leaned forward and dragged her tongue right between Charlie's wet lips, circling her clit slow and deliberate. Charlie's knees almost buckled. Her wife's voice kept droning on about roast chicken and weekend plans while Sophia's tongue worked deeper, sucking and flicking. Charlie gripped the counter hard enough to whiten her knuckles, pulse hammering in her throat. Every second stretched tight. Sophia pressed two fingers inside Charlie without warning, licking harder, pushing the risk further. Charlie couldn't speak, couldn't move, couldn't breathe, only smile and nod like nothing was wrong while her stepdaughter licked her into a slow, impossible orgasm with her wife standing three feet away.