Feels So Real – Coco Lovelock & Codi Vore
“The Patient Father and the Hungry Stepmoms”
Coco Lovelock flipped through the appointment book at Lovelock Clinic for the fourth time, checking and rechecking. She was triple positive – the slots were indeed empty for the next two hours minimum. She sighed in relief. Her stepdaughters Codi Vore and Molly Mae had repeatedly requested some one-on-one “quality time” with her, and Coco was finally ready to deliver.
Just then, the buxom MILF heard the telltale squeak of sneakers on linoleum. The twins were bounding down the hallway like caffeinated kittens. “Mother!” they squawked in unison. “You said we could have a little mother-daughter bonding time? It’s been a whole day since I last saw you,” Codi complained, pouting playfully.
“Well, let’s not waste another minute,” Coco purred, rising languidly from her chair. She had just enough time to strip the leggy teenagers down to their skin-tight boy shorts before she herself was shirtless. Her roomy breasts popped free, jiggling as she shook her shoulders.
Codi immediately latched onto the coffee-swirl nipple furthest from her. “Mmmm, Mommy!” she crooned gleefully, suckling. Molly plopped her pert peach of an ass right on the glass desktop to show Coco. “Pay attention to me too!”
Before Coco could wrangle her wild wildchild daughters into anything resembling an order, they were full-throttle making out, Codi tangled up in Molly’s long flaxen hair, their tongues hashing about like two dogs fighting over a bone. Not that Coco was complaining – their antics made for a show that few would tire of.
But the twice-widowed woman also had boundaries. “Codi, dear, I think you misunderstood – I told you we could spend some time together, I did not say you could run rampant.” She gently coaxed the dark-haired girl away from her pristine office supplies as she fished around her purse for some rags. With a snap, she whipped the hairband off and let her own chestnut locks cascade down her shoulders. The lithe California sun-bunnies of her stepchildren made Coco feel positively matronly!
As both girls pouted, being bossed around so, Coco regained control of the situation. She squatted Indian-style between them and yanked down their skintight shorts. Pristine pink muffs startled Georgia peaches against her cheeks. “Bask in the odor of youth!” she exclaimed encouragingly, and took alternate slurps from each labium.
Molly squawked and writhed, unused to steamy forehead treatment. But Codi stayed still as storm, uncannily focused, as Coco pushed and prodded with her long pink tongue. With one finger deep in each girl’s snatch, lagoon-deep, blowjob slurps, sniff whistles and gyrating hips, Coco was determined to make her daughters feel the fullness of her lupine love.
As months of pent-up keepsake-megatons unloaded inside the MILF’s warm sucking mouth, Codi and Molly climaxed simultaneously with a high pitched whinnying aboard an unending bucking bronco. The office trembled all the way down to its concrete footings…
For the rest of clinic hours, the womenfolk lay on the Persian rug, basking in the faint musk of their combined emissions. “That was… something else, Mommy,” Codi said, finding her voice anew. “Something better than anything ever, ever ever,” Molly agreed.
Coco smiled slyly. “Bet your father would like to see this, right?” Giggles and whoops rang out in the humid air, as they eagerly grabbed for her iPhone…
