FF1 Xmas25 Chapter 3

Alice sinks onto the bed, almost wheezing. She stares at Glynda with a dazed smile.

Glynda looks down at herself, lifting her breasts to see the mess. Now her hands are sticky. She returns Alice’s gaze with a look of patience.

Alice’s smile isn’t exactly a smirk.

“What? What’s that look?” Glynda asks.

“You’re pretty,” Alice says faintly.

Glynda snorts derisively. “Don’t go to sleep now, Alice.”

“I won’t. Promise. Just catching my breath.”

“I’ve heard that one before.”

Glynda grabs Alice’s soft cock and squeezes it, making her wince.

“OK. OK. One second,” Alice says with a laugh.

“Now you want to go slowly. Fancy that,” Glynda says. She sweeps her hair back and takes Alice into her mouth again.

“Fuck. Oh god.” Alice puts her head back and her knees shake. The slurping is louder and more urgent this time. “Oh my god. Glynda. Come here. Come here.”

Glynda climbs onto the bed and this kiss is different this time. Alice’s hands feel their way down Glynda’s back to her rump, where she digs them in. Glynda pushes her flat and climbs onto her cock.

The positioning offers Faye very little of a view apart from her mother’s back, but Faye can’t see anyway. Her jeans and underwear are around her knees and her cock is in her hand. Her back is pressed to the wall outside the door. She masturbates vigorously with one hand while the other is tight over her mouth. Glynda’s body is soft and bountiful and her womanhood is soaking wet, so there is plenty of sound. Slapping skin and joyous squelching shoot through Faye like ****. She doesn’t have to see Glynda’s huge breasts bouncing or Alice’s hard cock plunging up into her.

“Alice. Alice,” Glynda pants. “Oh. Yes.”

“Hmm.” Faye whimpers. Her shaft throbs in her hand and a head rush strikes as string after string of thick cum splatters to the hardwood and her knees wobble.

They’re still going in there as Faye comes to her senses. As the blurriness goes away and clarity returns, her nerves come back in a rush. She steals a glance, seeing that Alice is on top now, Glynda’s hands clutching at her narrow bottom. Each slow thrust makes Glynda moan.

Faye hurriedly pulls her jeans up. She has to get out of here. Her shoe slips in the cum and she throws out a hand, eyes wide, barely able to contain a cry of dismay.

Correction: she has to clean up, then get out of here. She tiptoes down the hall to the closet that she knows will contain cleaning supplies, finding a huge bag of Christmas gifts, already wrapped. One of the sparkling gold tags reads MERRY CHRISTMAS! in big, bold letters.

Faye smiles nervously and grabs the paper towels.

[ The End! The next one will be over in FSC. ]