Daughter Watches as New Step Mommies Lick Each Other

“Daughter’s Steamy Surprise”

Samantha, a curious 18-year-old, tiptoed down the stairs, drawn by hushed giggles and unusual whimpers echoing from the living room. As she approached the doorway, her breath hitched at the scandalous scene unfolding within.

Her new stepmother, the buxom redhead Sharon, lounged on the plush sofa, her cleavage threatening to spill out of her sheer blouse. Samantha’s gaze followed Sharon’s dainty hand as it glided up her stockinged thigh, disappearing beneath her scandalously short skirt.

Samantha’s heart raced as she spotted their neighbor, the sensual Mrs. Robinson, bound in finery, kneeling between Sharon’s spread legs. Mrs. Robinson’s blonde locks brushed Sharon’s bare thighs as she leaned in, her pink tongue darting out to taste the sweet nectar glistening upon Sharon’s nether lips.

Sharon’s head lolled back, a throaty moan escaping her ruby lips, her free hand tangling in Mrs. Robinson’s silken tresses. Ms. Robinson lavished attention upon Sharon’s most intimate areas, her deft tongue circling the hardened pebble at Sharon’s core before delving deep within her folds.

Samantha found herself enraptured by the erotic tableau before her, an unfamiliar heat pooling between her own thighs. Her hand drifted downward to rub the growing ache, her breath quickening as Mrs. Robinson worshipped Sharon with expert precision.

Sharon’s faultless complexion flushed a rosy hue, her back arching off the sofa as her climax neared. The obscene wet sounds of Mrs. Robinson’s oral ministrations filled the room, mingling with Sharon’s desperate whimpers and breathless praises.

“Oh, yes! Devour me, you gorgeous minx! Make me yours!” Sharon cried, her hips bucking shamelessly against Mrs. Robinson’s face.

Samantha’s hand inched beneath the waistband of her pajama pants, her fingers gliding through the slick evidence of her arousal. She bit her plump lip to staunch her own moan, not wanting to alert the entwined women to her presence.

Mrs. Robinson looked up at Sharon through a veil of blonde hair, her lips glazed with Sharon’s essence. She whispered something that made Sharon nod eagerly before standing up and retrieving a strap-on harbored within her purse.

Sharon’s eyes glimmered with ravenous lust as Mrs. Robinson secured the phallus around her trim waist. Without preamble, Mrs. Robinson pushed Sharon onto her back, the head of the strap-on nudging against her weeping slit.

Sharon’s hands clutched the sofa cushions, her knuckles white as she braced herself for the assault to come. Samantha held her breath as Mrs. Robinson clutched Sharon’s lush hips and drove into her with a single, powerful thrust.

Sharon’s wanton scream reverberated through the room, spurring Mrs. Robinson to ride her with wild abandon. The wet slap of flesh against flesh, the obscene squelching of Mrs. Robinson plundering Sharon’s core, and their intersecting moans filled Samantha’s ears.

Unable to resist, Samantha shoved two fingers knuckle-deep into her virgin pussy, her palm grinding against her throbbing clit. She stifled her choked cries by clamping her other hand over her mouth, her hips pumping frantically as she sought the sweet release building within her.

In the living room, Sharon’s eyes rolled back in sheer ecstasy, her voluminous breasts heaving with each labored breath. Mrs. Robinson, in a wicked twist, reached around to fondle Sharon’s aching breasts, pinching and tugging at her stiff nipples.

“Fuck me harder, you dirty girl!” Sharon screeched, her words devolving into wordless shouts and keening wails as a massive orgasm ripped through her.

Not to be outdone, Mrs. Robinson pinned Sharon’s legs back, hitting depths that made Sharon see stars. Within seconds, Mrs. Robinson joined her lover in climax, her body spasming almost violently atop Sharon’s.

Samantha’s thighs shook, her inner walls clamping down on her plunging fingers as she peaked. She had to slap a hand over her mouth to muffle her cries as wave after wave of intense pleasure crashed over her.

As the final aftershocks subsided, the two women collapsed onto each other, gasping for breath. They shared a languid kiss before disentangling.

Sharon reached for a discarded shirt to clean herself, muttering something about freshening up to her lover before padding out of the room.

Mrs. Robinson, still nude save for her heels, bent to retrieve her purse. From her vantage point at the top of the stairs, Samantha noticed the older woman’s plush rear. Mrs. Robinson’s tongue darted out to lick her lips, as if she could still taste Sharon’s sweetness.

Unaware of her young voyeur, Mrs. Robinson straightened up, only to freeze when she spotted Samantha dashing from the top of the stairs. She tossed her hair over her shoulder, a sly smile playing at her lips.

“I saw you, little girl,”she purred. “Did you like what you saw?”