MommysGirl Hot Milf Stepmom India Summer’s Discussion Turns Into A Hard Scissoring Foursome

The camera pans over the lush, comfortable bedroom, settling on the bed where India Summer, a 38-year-old bombshell, lounges in a sheer black negligee. Her daughter’s friend, Brea, a perky 20-year-old, joins her, clad in a matching babydoll set. The tension is palpable as they discuss their shared attraction, voices lowering to sultry whispers.

“Mom,” Brea begins, biting her plump lower lip, “Can we talk about something?”

India arches a perfectly manicured eyebrow. “Of course, sweetheart. Anything you’d like.”

Brea takes a deep breath before continuing. “It’s just… Lately, I’ve been having these feelings towards you.” Her eyes drop to the floor in shy embarrassment. “They’re not exactly… Motherly.”

A sly grin spreads across India’s fetching face as she sets down her glass of wine. “Is this something you’d like to discuss further?” She shifts closer, allowing Brea a tantalizing peek at her heaving bosom straining against the delicate lace.

Brea’s eyes widen. “I thought mothers weren’t supposed to have those kind of thoughts about their daughter’s friends.”

“Well, I’ve always been a naughty girl,” India purrs, reaching out to caress Brea’s thigh. “But if you’re not ready, or don’t want to—”

“I do,” Brea interrupts breathlessly, placing her small hand atop India’s larger one. “I most definitely do.”

With that, all hesitation vanishes. Slowly, sensually, they discard their flimsy garments, revealing miles of creamy skin and womanly curves – India’s wereborn breasts and round, lush bottom a tantalizing contrast to Brea’s pert tits and tight, toned ass. They meet in a heated embrace, their naked bodies intertwining as their lips collide in a hungry, carnal kiss.

India wastes no time in dragging her tongue down her stepdaughter’s body, lavishing attention on her taut stomach before delving between perfect pearl thighs. Brea moans wantonly, head thrown back, nails raking across India’s scalp. The older woman takes her time, tenderly spreading Brea’s slick folds to reveal her throbbing clit. She teases the sensitive bundle of nerves with the tip of her tongue before sucking it firmly against her mouth.

“Yes!” Brea cries out, hips bucking. “More!”

Arm wrapped around Brea’s waist, India drives two fingers into her dripping channel, pumping rapidly while maintaining suction on her clit. The younger girl quivers and writhes, teetering on the edge. “I’m gonna..gonna c-cum,” she gasps, pussy clenching around India’s plunging digits.

“Not yet, you don’t,” India commands firmly, removing her fingers just as Brea’s orgasm crests. The girl whimpers, desperately trying to hump against India’s face, but the older woman easily holds her still, leaving her aching, denied release.

Brea’s eyes glaze with lust and frustration, but also glimmer with trust, submitting to India’s control. “Please, Mommy,” she begs. “Please let me come!”

Instead, India smiles wickedly, pulling Brea to a sitting position before swinging around to straddle her face, pussy hovering above her parted lips. “Taste me,” she demands.

Brea needs no further encouragement, latching onto India’s swollen folds with enthusiasm. India rewards her by lowering further, until Brea’s clean shaven mound is nestled against her dripping slit. Hands gripping the younger girl’s ass, India begins to grind, their clits rubbing together slickly, sending sparks through their cores.

“Oh…fuck!” Brea moans against India’s pussy, the obscene words muffled by engorged flesh. “Ah! Ah!” India throws her head back, riding Brea’s face faster, her hips rolling in an age-old rhythm. Brea answers with long, tongue flats sweeps, tongue fucking India’s weeping hole before switching back to her clit.

Their moans and pants fill the room, the heady musk of feminine arousal overshadowing the perfume no longer masking their sweat. India’s rolling hips lose rhythm as she surrenders to her impending climax, Brea discrepancies with her efforts, matching her thrust for thrust. “Fuck fuck fuck!” Brea wails, and that’s all it takes, sending them both flying over the edge.

Their release is mutual, shared through their joined nexuses and synchronized spasms. They cling to each other, shuddering and twitching, coming down from their high until they collapse into a sweaty heap on the bed, breasts heaving.

“That was amazing,” Brea breathes, cradling India’s close. “What happens now?”

India chuckles, a sultry, satisfied sound. “Now, we begin round two – another orgasm for me, and maybe, just maybe, I’ll let you have one too. If you play your cards right.”

Brea grins impulsively, eyes shining with lust and joy. “Don’t worry, Mommy. I’ll be on my best behavior.”

And so the day continued, an endless parade of achingly satisfied women, solely existing for the pleasure of each other – and in return, themselves. A day that would be a treasured memory for India and Brea alike, hidden away like a secret stash of candy, to savor at a later date. But there’s no reason to get ahead of ourselves, all that matters is now, and right now, all India needed…was another bottle of wine to wash down her mounting desire.