Bubble bath with Summer

“I want to be with you!” Yang pleads.

Desperation bleeds from her eyes as Yang places her hands on Summer’s shoulders. Pouring out these words from her heart are the only way she can articulate herself. Yang would rather be uncomfortable sharing a bath with Summer than never feel this close to her again.

“So do I,” Summer replies, placing her hand on Yang's arm as she smiles.

Summer bursts into bubbles as Yang is seemingly teleported straight into her bathtub naked. Before she can fully process what just happened, Yang looks about and witnesses Summer disrobe out of a dressing gown. Her glowing rosy skin is breathtaking from head to toe. The chance to admire her from behind doesn’t last as Summer turns towards the bathtub.

“Here I come!” Summer says cheerfully.

Yang scrambles to submerge herself beneath the bubbles as Summer prepares to join her in the bathtub. She wants to shield her eyes from looking at Summer’s bare chest and flaccid futa-dick. It's no use; she can’t stop staring. Now standing in the bathtub, for a moment Yang thinks that Summer is preparing to mount on top of her. She freezes, gazing up at their cock.

Instead, Summer crashes down into the bubble bath with one great splash. Summer shuffles herself closer to Yang while shuffling herself back to the edge of the bathtub.

“Do you want me to wash your hair first?” Summer asks.

“Please!” Yang responds.

Yang swiftly turns around, curling herself into a ball to conceal her body. Summer hums as she begins to shampoo her hair. Upon further reflection, Yang struggles to understand why she would think Summer was trying to mount on top of her. The thought of it sounded sick. Why couldn’t she feel comfortable around the woman who raised her for years?

Summer thought nothing of showing affection towards Yang. Why wasn’t the feeling mutual? Summer continued to work her fingers into Yang’s scalp and comb through her knots despite her guarded behaviour.

“Why are you so shy today?” Summer asks.

“I think I’ve got butterflies in my stomach...” Yang answered.

However, it wasn’t her stomach that was acting up. Gradually, Yang felt her pulse race the more Summer tended to her hair. She could hear her heart beating in her eardrums. Yang tried to fight it, knowing what was coming next but Summer pushed her over the edge once she felt her delicate fingers washing her back. Yang popped an erection in the bathtub.

She sat mortified- Yang’s body revealed the truth about her feelings towards Summer. She was sexually attracted to her stepmother. How? Why? Since when? This wasn’t always the case! Why were things different now?! Nothing made sense anymore... All she knew was that she wanted to make love to Summer. So, she surrendered to her perversion.

Summer suddenly stopped humming. The light of the bathroom turned into a dim mood lighting.

“Mom, can you clean my private parts?” Yang asks.

“Anything for you baby,” Summer whispers seductively.

Summer’s hand slid down from Yang’s shoulders down to her breasts. Her left hand grasps her bosom while her right continues scrolling down to grab Yang’s penis. Summer grips her cock tightly, jerking Yang off rapidly with expert efficiency. Each stroke maximises the stimulation along her shaft. Within seconds, Yang feels like she is ready to bust.

Yang moans loudly while Summer rubs her breast in a circle.

“Mommy! Mommy! Mommy I love you!” Yang cries.

Yang wakes up in a hot sweat, staining her underwear with hot semen. Yang’s wet dream was over. Her living nightmare began once again. Yang had not masturbated in 3 months ever since lost her right arm during the fall of Beacon. Their pent-up sexual frustration found its release.

She just couldn’t find the rhythm nor the motivation to jerk off with her non-dominant hand. They were hardly motivated to do anything at all... Yang now had to deal with a double dosage of depressing truth- acknowledging she was sexually attracted to Summer and that she could only get off properly in her dreams.