Two Moms Are Better Than One: Part One

Angela wants Cherie to sit down with Uma. She's nervous Uma might be keeping shit from her since she found a toy in the kid's bag. Cherie gets it right away, calls it normal girl stuff and sighs like she dodged a bullet. They decide Cherie should handle the talk. Next day she shows up with a two-piece that matches the one she's wearing. Uma freezes, so Cherie just peels her own dress off. Her heavy tits spill out. Uma laughs like the girl in class who never snickered at dirty jokes before. Cherie calls her a prude like her real mom. Once the tiny suits are on, Cherie pulls the toy out and runs the old nose-nipple trick so Uma sees how the buzz travels. Without missing a beat she rolls it over her own covered mound, then yanks the bottoms aside to press it bare. Uma's jaw drops, but her own fingers creep lower. It's only seconds before Cherie cums hard, squirting right onto the cushions. The sound alone rips the orgasm straight out of Uma; she rides her stepmom's thigh, grinding until she's shaking. Cherie's breath slows first. She pins Uma's wrist, eyes dead serious: "This never gets to dad." Uma nods once and the kiss gets nasty. Cherie lays her flat, straddle-grinds their slick pussies until the teen spasms again. Then she slides down, flat tongue flicking swollen folds like she's teaching a language. Uma comes gasping, creamy slick on Cherie's chin. Cherie grabs a fistful of blond hair, drags that hungry mouth onto her own soaked clit, nodding like a coach whenever Uma gets it right. Uma laps like she was born thirsty. They twist into a sweating sixty-nine, feet planted on the back of the couch, noise level rising till both of them break. When their tongues finally slow, a softer kiss seals it. Angela absolutely cannot find out.