Never Too Small

Alina sat hunched over her diary, pouring out the day's rage. Cherie was out there obsessing over yet another recipe while her marriage and daughter slipped through the cracks. Alina wasn't sure who pissed her off more - the stepmother who'd forgotten how to show love, or herself for caring. The decision hit like a shot: she'd take what she wanted. She'd fuck her stepmom into remembering her. Tomorrow she would climb on that kitchen table and change everything. Telling Cherie about the girls at school felt almost ordinary. admitting the attraction to her stepmother did not. Cherie didn't flinch. She pulled her shirt off. Alina followed. They came together fast, tongues brushing, breath turning heavy. Cherie's hand slipped down Alina's stomach, fingers sliding under damp cotton, rubbing slow circles across swollen skin until Alina arched and groaned, hips lifting for more. Cherie stripped the rest away, laying her bare on the countertop like some filthy feast. Kneeling between Alina's knees, she ran her tongue up slick folds, tasting each soft moan that escaped the girl's mouth. Two fingers pushed inside while her tongue kept working the clit; every grind and flick sent jolts straight through Alina's spine. They shifted, skin sliding hot on hot, tribbing in rhythm until Alina shattered once, twice - hard, shaking - both of them slick and panting. When their breathing settled, Cherie leaned over, kissed the corner of her mouth. "Be my little kitchen helper," she whispered. "I'll eat you like this anytime you ask." Alina didn't hesitate. She nodded, already wet again at the promise.