The Runaway: Part Two

Night cuts in sharp. Cherie Deville's mommy fetish still pulses hot when she tucks Jessa Rhodes between the sheets. Pink silk clings to Cherie's tits and hips like a second skin as she peels her clothes away, turning the motion slow on purpose. They kiss. Mouths open. Tongues lazy. She tucks the blanket under Jessa's chin and promises a sweet rest. Rest never comes. Jessa bolts upright, screaming. The nightmare drags her father back into the room like smoke. Cherie flies down the hall, gathers her girl tight, rocks her while Jessa shakes and begs not to be taken away again. Cherie swears nothing, no one, will split them apart. Jessa still trembles. Cherie offers the one cure she knows. "Let Mommy help you cum the fear out." Jessa climbs up, straddles Cherie's chest, spreads. Silk panties stretch. Two pairs of hands slide over the damp crotch—Cherie's guiding, Jessa's learning. Jessa mouths Cherie's nipples, sucking through lace, wetting the fabric. Cherie wants her dripping. She spits on the shaved cunt, tongue flattening over swollen lips, sucking hard until Jessa's hips buck. Every lick says this pussy belongs right here. But Cherie's cunt throbs too. She pushes her tits together, feeds one to Jessa, then spins around and plants her ass on Jessa's tongue, grinding while her mouth stays glued to her daughter's slit. They fuck each other's mouths until the sheets are soaked and the nightmare's nothing but a wet spot cooling in the dark.