Mommy Takes a Squirt

Adriana's pussy was screaming at her. She fired up her laptop, already wet just thinking about it, searching the way she always did for those squirting lesbians. The real thing still felt like some hot myth she hadn't cracked. She kicked her legs open on the computer table, pink lace riding up as she rubbed herself through it, chasing whatever proof lived on the screen. Each flick across her clit cranked the volume higher, her breath matching every thrusting moan she watched. Then the front door slammed. Veronica, back from shopping, and suddenly the stakes jumped ten notches. Adriana snapped the laptop shut and bolted for the couch like nothing was happening. Veronica muttered about forgetting onions and went straight for the laptop. One click and there it was: her stepdaughter's filthy browser history, still wet on the screen. Cornered, Adriana admitted what she'd been chasing. She wanted to know if squirting was actually real or just porn lies. Veronica's eyes lit with that older-woman certainty. Of course it's real, she told her, voice low and filthy at the same time. And if anyone was going to teach her, it should be the one who'd done the learning. She pinned Adriana down and started the lesson in bite-sized pieces. Lips. Tongue. Both hands shoving the tiny cups of Adriana's top aside so Veronica could trap those tits together and suck them until the nipples popped. Her thumbs pressed down on Adriana's tongue, coaxing out a long string of spit that she dragged right to the lace between her legs. She used two fingers to spread slick lips, pressed the pads down onto her swollen clit, then circled tight. Adriana's hand shook as she rubbed faster, panting through it, pushing in two of her own fingers in clumsy thrusts that still tasted new. Veronica didn't wait. She curled a middle finger deep and rocked it, flipping whatever internal switch made the floodgates give. A gush spilled over the couch; another followed when she added a second finger, then three. Each thrust had Adriana rocking, squealing, legs twitching. When Veronica slid the whole hand in, knuckles stretching her open, Adriana's cunt obeyed like a busted tap. Spray slapped both of them. Veronica's wrist twisted just right, fingers teasing that spongy spot until a fresh fountain hit her chest. The grins got feral. Adriana shoved her mom down, tore the rest of Veronica's clothes away and attacked back. She wrapped small, frantic fingers around Veronica's mound, stuffed first two, then four, and finally the whole fist in, finishing with bruising punches that made Veronica howl and squirt arcs across the floor. Both of them glossy, shine reflecting light across belly, tits, thighs. Adriana can't stop smiling, already planning the next private lesson.