Molly

Molly slides up next to Vyki to help get the dishes going.

“I figured you’d be out there playing with them,” Vyki said with a raised eyebrow.

Molly just giggled and said, “those two big kids are having too much fun. Besides, I’d rather be in here with the sexy Santa slut.”

Vyki just looked at her with shock before finally saying, “what if they came in here?!?”

“Oh come on,” Molly said incredulously, “like they haven’t heard you say that to me before. Besides, they’ll be engrossed in that thing for hours,” as she continued to dry off dishes and put them away.

Vyki looked down a little ashamed to think how brazen she had been at times, but also couldn’t deny how hot her wife still makes her after decades of being married to her. “Sorry,” Vyki said as she scrubbed a pot.

Vyki only had a split second to release her grasp of the pot and sponge as she felt a grip on her shoulder spin her around and pin her ass to the counter as she looked down at Molly with anxious fear.

“Don’t kid yourself, hun,” Molly said stepping up to press her chest under Vyki’s breast. “Our kids are pretty sure they know what we did in our marital bed last night,” Molly said as she leaned in and kissed Vyki sensually on the lips. She moved back only far enough not to have their lips interact as she whispered, “its why they got a hotel room; didn’t want to hear mommy and auntie screaming,” as she raised her eyebrows mischievously when Vyki suddenly felt her confining prison launch to life as she tried to bite back a moan. Looking down, she could now see Molly had been playing with one of nipples.

“Molly!” Vyki could barely gasp as she felt her sensitivity growing faster as Molly took advantage of her open mouth and leaned in to kiss her again as her other hand gripped the back of Vyki’s head kissing her more forcefully.

With the continued onslaught from her induced vibrations and Molly’s forceful kissing, Vyki was quickly loosing herself and had to catch herself on the counter as she felt her shoes slip a bit.

Feeling her slip, Molly stopped messing with her nipple long enough to wrap her hand around her waist, keeping a firm grip on the back of her neck separated far enough to look into Vyki’s eyes. “You okay?” Molly asked darting between Vyki's eyes.

Vyki was panting trying to catch her breath and just nodded as she tried to contemplate what just happened.

However, Molly wasn’t giving her a moment and said “good. Hop up.” Vyki could barely grasp that Molly had move her hands to under Vyki’s and began lifting her to the side where the open counter next to the sink was. Vyki knew Molly probably couldn’t lift her up on her own but also felt like she would fall to the side under Molly’s **** if she didn’t work with her. Seeing the easiest way out, she hopped up the few inches easily with Molly’s assistance, her natural height, and her augmented heels.

It was only then that she realized Molly was standing between her spread knees with a mischievous grin and Vyki had a genuine look of fear. Molly quickly moved both hands to Vyki’s nipples and began squeezing them, rewarded with Vyki letting a moan escape before she threw her hand over her own mouth to keep quiet under the blissful onslaught.

Seeing Vyki already off kilter, Molly pulled on her nipples forcing Vyki to lean closer towards her. Afraid of toppling over, Vyki reflexively tossed her arms over Molly’s shoulders putting her lips intimately close to Molly’s face.

Molly took advantage of Vyki’s reliance on her and removed on hand from her nipple and moved up behind Vyki’s neck to pull her in for another kiss.

Vyki was rapidly losing herself in the blissful vibrations and her lover’s attention. When she felt the vibrations stop, she practically whimpered into her lover’s mouth and began to kiss back eagerly wanting more.

However, the pleading was hardly necessary as she felt a hand rub up between her thighs and found her manufactured love button as her world virtually exploded. Staring into her lover’s eyes, Vyki bit her lip trying to hold in the moan as she saw the devilish hungry grin stare back at her; she felt blissfully powerless as her lover drove pleasure into her.

Molly couldn’t count the number of times Paul had teased her on this counter played with her and even driven her to orgasm; frequently with people in the other room. Yet to watch the agonizing pleasurable fight run over her face was exhilarating even without any stimulation herself. She wasn’t sure if this would work, but she slowly moved her hand from behind Vyki’s neck around her side finding her nipple while keeping eye contact and squeezed the faux tip and was rewarded with a gasp from Vyki which was moving quickly into a moan. Wanting to silence her quickly, Molly pulled down on Vyki’s nipple, pulling her face down to wrap her lips over Vyki’s mouth, muffling her moan.

Vyki could feel Molly’s lips on her as the device seemed to tickle, tease, and almost dance along her trapped rod. Trying to pull Molly in more and drive her higher, Vyki pulled her arms in against Molly’s neck. When that didn’t seem to make things faster, she brought her heels up around Molly’s hips to try to drive her closer, but only proceeded in trapping her against the cabinet. Vyki was rushing headlong into a beautiful high with a release in site... when everything suddenly start.

The motors stopped, Molly’s lips were no longer touching her, she couldn’t feel any movement beneath her. Vyki could only sit there panting and quietly pleading to her lover, “please, please, please.” As she tried to lean in for a kiss to try to get her to do more, but Molly just proceeded to put her hand between their faces.

As much as Molly was enjoying the enthusiastic and eager slut appearance of Molly, she knew the beeping would get the kids attention before long. Even as the naturally pouty look tried to pull at her heart strings, Molly found the strength to say, “food’s ready, dear.”

It took Vyki several seconds and another beep from the oven before she finally realized what she was talking about as she seemed to have completely toned out the annoying noise. It took another beep for her to realize she was sitting on the counter with her legs spread wide in a tiny negligee and her children would probably be there soon to get fed.

“Shoot!” Vyki says pushing Molly back out of the way as she slid off the counter, her nightie clearly sliding up to show her thong before finally falling back into place. With slightly wabbly legs, she walked the few steps to oven, grabbed the mitts, opened the door, and bent down to retrieve the pans... only to feel palms grasp her hips and she felt Molly press against her ass almost driving her into the oven. “Really?” she snipped as a whisper while she looked back at Molly.

Molly could only giggle, “’just didn’t want you to fall, hun’” echoing a joke Paul had said more than once to her in similar positions.

Blushing a bit, realizing the payback she was receiving, Vyki just rolled her eyes and grabbed the trays, placing them on the stove. As she took off the last glove, Vyki felt a firm SMACK on her ass as it echoed off the tile.

“Good job, coach,” Molly chuckled to Vyki as she watched her rub her ass while she glared at Molly.

“Dinner rea...” Jessica said coming around the corner breathlessly. “Aunt Vyki!” Jessica said quickly moving up behind her, “no need to moon the house! ‘It’s not lady like!’”

Again, Vyki couldn’t help but blush, feeling another of Paul’s critiques coming back to haunt her. However, she did quickly smooth her dress down even as the stinging lingered on her ass from the amateur hit. She debated whether she should show Molly how to do it properly but thought better of encouraging the activity.

“Oh! That smells so good!” Matthew said as he stepped in.

“Ya, it does,” Molly said as she grabbed some of the settings and handed them to Matthew. “Why don’t you help me set the table?” Molly said, leading him out of the room grabbing some of the sides, feeling she needed some distance from Vyki before she was tempted to take things further.

Jessica volunteers, “I’ll help with the food and stuff,” licking her lips at the wonderful smells not realizing how hungry she was.

“Thanks, pumpkin,” Vyki replied nervously trying to contain her panting as she watched her daughter cut up the ham.