Remote Control

Carmen Caliente walks through the door, shouts hello to her stepmom Holly Heart. Her show blares from the living room. She bolts upstairs to change. Holly's at the sink when she hears the theme music too. Both hit the couch at the same time, hands snatching for the remote. Carmen wins. She hits the power and the screen explodes with two girls grinding on each other. Eyes lock on flesh. No one moves. Carmen's never even thought about tongues on pussy. Holly says her father should explain it, but then her shirt comes off anyway. Big, heavy tits spill out. She asks if Carmen wants to try what the girls on TV are doing. The word "dad" hovers between them and disappears. Holly leans in, sucks one of Carmen's nipples slow and wet. A surprised gasp shoots from Carmen's throat. Holly spreads her legs next, pulls her daughter's face down. "Use your tongue in circles," she murmurs. Carmen tastes her first rush of cunt—sweet, slick, alive. Holly shudders, teaches her to slide two fingers inside. Carmen curls them and watches her stepmom's thighs shake. The girl moans, thirsty for every drop. Now Holly flips her onto her back. She sinks two fingers deep into Carmen's untouched cunt. Carmen's breath hitches; she can't believe anything feels this good. They climb on top of each other, hips grinding, fingers pumping, heat and sweat and slick skin until Carmen comes hard for the first time, crying out against Holly's mouth. Breathless, the stepmom smiles and says, "Maybe your step-sister Samantha should come down and see what's on TV."