Alma Step-Mater

Coco Lovelock hunched over her textbooks when her stepmoms, Charlie Forde and Dana Vespoli, barged into the dorm with the old familiar gleam in their eyes. They had fucked and experimented their way through these halls years ago, and the memory made them cocky. “Come on, sweetheart,” Charlie urged, “football game starts in an hour. Show some spirit.” Coco didn’t even look up. “Still got three chapters.” Dana brushed fingers down Coco’s neck, voice low. “We learned more about ourselves on those bleachers than in any lecture hall, baby. You should come feel it.” Coco muttered, “College never did shit for me except give me headaches.” Charlie squeezed her shoulders, thumbs working tense muscles. “That’s because you’ve never let yourself slip.” The massage melted Coco’s spine; she felt heat bloom under her skin. Dana leaned in, breath against Coco’s ear. “Time to fix that.” Hands slid lower, lips brushed collarbones, and before Coco could think twice she was on her back, bare thighs spread between Charlie’s hungry mouth and Dana’s knowing fingers. The first orgasm ripped through her like warm lightning, and the second came slower, wetter, with both stepmoms trading kisses across her quivering cunt until she begged for more. A perfect, filthy introduction to the nights ahead.