Mom's Squirting Condition

Tiffany spots Alexis breezing out the door for yoga, leaves a funny wet patch on the wooden chair. Tiffany scrunches her nose, wonders what her stepmom spilled. Minutes later Alexis rushes back in, front of those yoga shorts soaked dark. Tiffany asks if she's alright and Alexis practically yelps “fine!” before bolting to the bedroom. Tiffany pads after, eyes glued to the scene. Alexis drops her clothes, spreads on the bed, and starts rubbing. Her thighs tense, then a hot gush sprays across the sheets. Tiffany’s eyes widen. That explains the chair. Alexis catches her spying, smirks, and waves her in. “It’s not an accident, sweetheart—it’s just how I come.” No shame, all swagger. She peels Tiffany’s tank off, palms those high tits, twists the stiff nipples till Tiffany gasps. Fingers slide lower, glide over slick folds, circle the swollen clit with quick, sure strokes. Tiffany bucks and a sudden jet splashes Alexis’s wrist. They laugh, keep going. Alexis adds two fingers, pumps steady, and Tiffany’s pussy flutters then spurts again, soaking the sheets. “See? You’re a natural.” Another fast rub, a sharper cry, and Tiffany sprays farther than before, pure rookie turning pro under the older woman’s expert hand.