Moonlit Milkshakes

After flushing the toilet, Bridget moved over to the sink. With the water running, the sweaty blonde avoided making eye contact with the person watching her for as long as possible. Eventually, those judgmental eyes and her hands being more than clean enough caused Bridget to look up.

“So we meet again after only a few days,” Bridget responded to the woman in the mirror. “Blah, blah, blah. Yeah, I know my marriage is over. But that doesn’t mean I should lose all control over my desires. For fuck’s sake, I’m a respected doctor in this community. My reputation can survive jumping into bed with almost anyone. My son isn’t one of them. He’s the worst person possible. Hell, Harvey would be bad enough. Couldn’t you keep your legs closed for one damn night?!”

Clenching her eyes shut, Bridget experienced a strong feeling of déjà vu as she wished that when she reopened them, she would be in bed at home and the whole week prior just an awful dream. Knowing it to be nothing but the same wishful thinking she’d experienced after her night with JoJo, Bridget opened her eyes, staring again at herself. The difference this time came from Bridget not needing to wonder how those she cared for the most would view her now.

The verdict was in: Bridget had done the sluttiest act possible. She’d fucked her son. And not once, but twice.

Reopening her eyes, the blonde mother met those piercing blue eyes. Then, the worried frown slowly morphed into a mischievous smile as the reflection in the mirror appeared to grow younger.

“Yes, the sex with Sean was great. Fuck that. It was incredibly hot. And it’s not just because it’s been so long since I had mind-blowing orgasms. It felt almost primal riding the cock that I created.”

Grinning at the mirror, Bridget suddenly blinked her eyes, and the younger version of herself vanished. In its place stood the worrying mother of two children who had crossed the most forbidden Rubicon.

“No, I have to show control, show self-discipline. I’ll have plenty of freedom and options once the divorce is finalized. What I can’t do is end up in bed with Sean again,” Bridget vowed with a nod toward her reflection. “I might have already warped his life far too much.”

Exiting the bathroom, Bridget suddenly felt thirsty and hungry. She hadn't had anything non-alcoholic to drink in hours. Stress over Cassie and Leo had also led her to mostly pick at her dinner. Combine those facts with a couple of rounds of wild, boisterous sex, and Bridget needed to hit the kitchen before hitting the pillow.

Still naked, Bridget scanned the dimly lit room for her robe. Spotting it on the other side of the bed, she crossed the room. While doing that, Bridget watched as her exhausted son rolled over in his sleep. The movement caused the sheet to slip, exposing his flaccid yet tempting cock. Shuddering at the sight, Bridget pulled the sheet back over her son before reaching to the floor to grab a fallen blanket for him as well. Once finished mothering her son, Bridget put on her tiny black robe. Although not the warmest material, the blonde loved how the silk fabric felt against her skin.

Walking out of her bedroom and down to the staircase, Bridget felt relief that the cabin remained nearly empty. With everyone still at the hotel, she didn’t need to worry about the discovery of her shameful act with Sean. Well, maybe if everyone else had returned with us, I wouldn't have descended into such debauchery.

At the bottom of the stairs, Bridget could hear the wind howling outside. The windows along the side of the front door had partially been covered with ice. Taking a quick peek through an uncovered section, Bridget’s eyes widened as she saw that Harvey had forgotten to move his SUV into the garage.

“Oh, my. That’s not good,” Bridget said upon seeing the black vehicle obscured by a thin layer of ice. Despite the seriousness of the issue, she couldn’t help but let out a giggle. “I guess we’re stuck.”

Noticing the burning embers in the fireplace, Bridget tossed another few pieces of wood in before heading to the kitchen. Warming up before a small fire with a late-night snack sounded like a solid idea to her.

“Hmm, now what looks good?” Bridget asked aloud, after opening the refrigerator. She noted the container of leftovers from yesterday’s dinner and another one from breakfast this morning.

Pulling out a bottle of water, the parched blonde began to down it while pondering her options. Suddenly, she coughed up some water as a startled Whitney jumped backward after rounding the corner. Remarkably, the teenager regained her composure within seconds after finding Bridget standing in front of the opened refrigerator.

The reason her swift recovery proved remarkable came from Whitney being entirely nude.

As the teen regained her confidence, Bridget lost her composure. A nonchalant shrug from Whitney as she took a couple of steps forward led to a sputtering of words.

“Wh-Whitney! Are you…where are your clothes…you…you can’t just walk around naked!”

"Can you hand me one of those? What? You told me to drink plenty of fluids," Whitney reminded her while pointing at the row of bottles. "And what's the big deal? You've seen me naked already."

As she reached in for a bottle, Bridget recalled how easily Whitney dropped her robe in the penthouse earlier in the night. At the time, she'd been worried about Sean's reaction to think too much about the teen's exhibitionism, but now Bridget realized she didn't have much of a leg to stand on as she'd pranced around similarly at that age.

“And even if Sean could walk down the stairs…been there and done that.”

“Yes, but your father might…ohmigawd!” Bridget squealed.

The light from inside the open refrigerator had fallen on the teen as she closed the final gap between herself and Bridget. Tiny flecks of dried cum on Whitney's face and breasts had been the shocking reason behind the older woman's high-pitched response.

“Y-Y-You and y-your fa-father…”

“Yep, I rang in the new year with my very own Big Dick Diamond experience. Or should I call it the Big Dick Daddy experience,” Whitney mused with an impish grin.

Whitney began to guzzle the badly needed water after taking the bottle out of the stunned older blonde's hand. While she did that, Bridget's mouth opened and closed several times as she struggled to find the proper words.

"How…How can you act as if…it's ****, Whitney!" Bridget hissed. She'd whispered the I-word as if almost frightened of being overheard.

“With this body, crazy shit just happens, Dr. Bee,” Whitney stated, running her free hand down from the top of her cleavage to the gap between her legs. “You know how it goes.”

“Me?” Bridget squeaked.

“Yeah, I’ve been hearing stories all week about how you were wilder than me back in the day. Hell, you’re a legend.”

“Oh, right,” Bridget responded, sighing in relief.

“And based on this,” Whitney said, reaching up to touch something in Bridget’s hair. “I’d say Seanie got his first sex lesson from Mommy. Do I need to leave open timeslots in Dr. Sean’s appointment book for you?”

“What…um, oh,” Bridget sounded, reaching up to discover dried cum in her hair. “Shit, I guess you got me.”

“Hey, I can’t blame my rescuer. You’re hiding a killer body under that robe,” Whitney declared, moving her hand forward to toy with the robe’s loose ties. “Did you like Sean’s taste? Not bad at all, huh?”

"Um, well, yes, it…Whitney! What I did was wrong, and I should know better. I'd say the same about your father, but Harvey's always lived by…well, by his impulses."

"I do love those big impulses," Whitney said, winking for effect. "And I love yours as well. Dropping the D-word and jumping into bed with your son…damn, that's some style and flair for living. I can't say I ever had much of an idol to look up to before, but you—"

"That's enough, young lady. What happened tonight stays between the two of us, got that? No one can find out," Bridget stressed. "Now, I had been hungry, but I think this conversation killed my appetite."

"Funny, I came down here for some of the malt or milkshakes that Mr. Wirch sent me. But I think I have a taste for something else," Whitney announced with a tug.

Bridget gasped as her black robe came untied.

"What you doing?"

"As I said, I kinda like Sean's taste, and I bet he pumped a full course into you, didn't he?"

"Whitney, you can't be serious?" Bridget exclaimed although parts of her body tingled at the notion.

“What’s the problem, Bee? Forget what the cheer captain tradition taught you?” Whitney challenged. “Besides, I got some Harv Sauce staying warm inside me.”

“Excuse you? Considering that Kelly Nomura was your predecessor, I bet you had an awkward passing of the captaincy. Was she your first girl?” Bridget questioned. Her tone had suddenly shifted after Whitney’s challenge. “How many other women have you been with since?”

“Maybe…and Skye,” Whitney admitted under the intense glare.

“Two? Listen up, missy. Back in my day, the squad did far more than dabble around. Shit, when it came time for Rachel’s turn to pass the torch down to me, I took charge. The tradition states a one-on-one experience, but nothing says you can’t add your fellow squadmates afterward. And when it was time for Shayla to take over, several big cheersisters performed the same chore for their understudies.”

“All of you?” the current cheerleader captain repeated in a hushed voice.

“I fucked all my close friends back when I was your age,” Bridget proclaimed.

“Back then? So I guess you're a bit rusty these days,” Whitney speculated with a smirk. “How long has it been, ma’am?”

“Ma’am? Honey, you can’t imagine the things I can show you.”

"Big talk, Bridget. I bet your skills are rusty after probably twenty years."

"If you hadn't abandoned JoJo's dressing lesson, you'd have seen I haven't forgotten anything. Or did you think Jared is the sole reason her inner slut got unleashed?"

“You and JoJo? Whoa…” Whitney sounded as Bridget slumped her shoulders to send the silk robe to the kitchen floor. The teen marveled at the sight of the forty-year-old caramel blonde’s nude body. Flawless skin, a toned figure, and a pair of D-cups that should be on the body of a girl two decades younger. “Damn, I hope I look that good in twenty years.”

“So does this ‘ma’am’ still got it, or what?”

“You’re beyond fuckable, Dr. Bee,” Whitney stated as her hungry eyes roamed the older woman’s delectable body. Shivering a little with excitement and trepidation, Whitney reached out with her hands to cup Bridget’s pair of tits. "They're so big and firm."

"Yours are pretty big and firm, too," the blonde mother smiled, admiring the teenager's tits. Strangely, Bridget once again felt as if she was looking in a mirror when gazing at Whitney. Peyton took more after Brandy than herself in appearance, which made it even weirder that Harvey's daughter could easily pass as her own.

“You know, I noticed you checking me out earlier,” Whitney recalled.

“Just wanting to make sure that you were good enough for my boy,” the mother replied sassily as the teen continued to fondle her breasts.

Whitney stepped slightly closer into Bridget’s personal space, her seductive eyes meeting hers. "I think you were checking me out for yourself as well." Pausing, she brought her lips closer. “And I kind of liked it."

“So…you and Skye?” Bridget prodded, moving her hands to feel the teen’s flesh. “Was that when you were at the hot springs with Sean?”

"Later that night. Just like this, actually.

“In the kitchen?”

“We ended up over there,” Whitney revealed, motioning toward the dining room table as her face flushed and her pussy began to leak a bit at the possibility of fucking Mrs. Tarver. “She’s got an impressive body, but not like yours.”

"I guess the most amazing bodies and tits are required for cheer captains,” Bridget remarked, smirking.

"I guess so," Whitney breathed heavily, leaning over and sucking on the MILF’s right nipple.

"Oh, sweetie!"

"So big and nice."

"Big tits bring the best fun, but I bet you know that already."

"You know it,” Whitney said, looking up from the salvia-covered mound to grin at the more experienced woman. “How could your husband not worship these tits?"

"I don't know, honey. I don’t know," Bridget sighed, thinking momentarily how Sean didn’t neglect them earlier.

"So fucking big," Whitney repeated, moving to the other nipple... in complete awe of Bridget’s large, age-defying breasts. Dad would never neglect these tits. He would—No, he will worship them if I get my way.

A couple of long minutes passed before Bridget put her hand under Whitney’s chin to lift her head. Leaning in, she issued the teen a soft, gentle kiss.

"I love your lips, too," Whitney breathed in adoration.

“Let’s take this to somewhere more comfortable. No, not there. Over by the fireplace,” Bridget directed after Whitney had started toward the dining room table.

Transforming into a giddy schoolgirl, Whitney skipped over to the great room, only stopping in front of the fireplace. With a curious, impatient expression, she waited for Bridget to pick a spot.

“Where do you wanna do it?”

“I guess the sofa works,” Bridget chuckled.

Suddenly, Whitney launched herself across the rug and into Bridget's arms, sending the older woman to a sitting position on the couch. Although she shouldn't be surprised, Bridget felt slightly taken aback by Whitney's aggressive, playful attitude. So when the first kisses landed on her lips, she didn't respond immediately.

“C’mon, Dr. Bee! Aren’t you going to show me the old-school cheerleader ways?”

With Whitney straddling her lap, Bridget began to apply soft–almost butterfly-like–kisses to Whitney’s pleading lips. But as the kisses continued, the lip-on-lip contact lengthed, eventually leading to the point that the teen’s lips parted as Bridget’s tongue darted forward. Dancing around in her mouth while exploring every crevice, soft moans trickled out between their passionate embrace.

Leaning forward, Whitney melted into Bridget's embrace as the older woman's hands explored her youthful flesh. Her hands roamed over the tight, toned body, cupping bountiful breasts, caressing smooth legs, and teasing the increasingly wet pussy lips.

The high school queen bee wanted to return the favor. However, her current position **** her to mostly run her hands through Bridget’s wavy locks of hair. Eventually, wanting more, Whitney broke off their kiss. Raising her body up slightly, she ran her lips along the ex-cheerleader captain’s neck.

Taking advantage of the girl’s new position, Bridget grabbed her ass, squeezing those tight butt cheeks firmly. Leaning into one ear while Whitney sucked on her neck, Bridget complimented those cheeks, “Pumpkin, you have a sculpted ass.”

Groaning in delight over the use of her nickname, Whitney responded, "Bee, you're one hot fucking MILF. If you wanna stray from the family, you could have any guy in my school eating out of the palm of your hand.”

“I’d rather have you show me how well you eat your late-night dessert.”

Always a showoff, Whitney bounced right off Bridget's lap and down to her knees on the floor. Then, with a hug grin, she moved between those yoga and pilates-shaped legs and began licking the cougar's lower lips.

"Not bad," Bridget moaned as soon as her tongue made contact.

"Mmmh, I can't tell if you taste delicious on your own or if it's Sean's spermies. Either way, I'm going to ravish this sweet pussy," Whitney purred between licks.

“Go ahead, my little pumpkin. Clean out all of that incestuous cum you love, my little cunt licker,” Bridget ordered, spreading her legs wider for easier access.

Whitney didn't need to be told twice as she dove in with gusto. Her tongue licked rapidly as if attacking; it slowed down to explore and finally retreated as the teen's mouth suctioned out the delicious fluids.

"Good girl," Bridget moaned, "lick my pussy."

"It tastes so good," Whitney replied, leaning back to shoot a mischievous grin at the moaning woman. “But you need a good fucking.”

With that statement, Whitney plunged two fingers inside of Bridget. Pumping those fingers in and out, the teen used her mouth to tease the mother with words before lowering it to tease her actions.

“Am I passing the test for a rookie, Doc?”

“You haven’t, ugh, passed yet,” Bridget noted, her breaking voice showing that Whitney was on the way to high marks. "Harder, fuck me harder, pound my pussy. More, give me more!"

The student complied, adding a third finger.

“Don’t, ugh, stop. Yes, yesssss, sooooo fucking gooood!” Bridget panted as her brain began to short-circuit from the building pleasure.

Taking the initiative, Whitney pulled her fingers out, replacing them with a deeply shoved-in tongue. Then, as Bridget unleashed a loud keening wail, wetness suddenly flooded her face. It was such an abundance of wetness that it coated the teen’s lips, tongue, and face.

Pulling her head out from between Bridget's thighs, Whitney listened to see if her father had heard the shrieks. It didn't appear so, as no sounds came from down the hall. Instead, the teen savored the combined intoxicating taste of a mother and son.

After taking some time to recover and catch her breath, Bridget gazed down at Whitney with glazed eyes. Patting the teen on the head, she praised her somewhat.

“Such a good girl. But you have more to learn. Slide up here, honey.”

“I’ll be there in a minute,” Whitney responded, flashing that smirk of hers.

Small little kisses began to ascend on Bridget’s body from her mound. Making her way up to the cougar’s trim stomach, Whitney stopped at the belly button. Darting her tongue in and out caused a few giggles before Bridget playfully slapped her head away.

“That tickles!”

Following the more senior cheer captain's orders to move on, Whitney's mouth quickly found those voluptuous breasts. A hitch in Bridget's breathing sounded as the teen's tongue swirled around one of those magnificent tits, focusing its suckling on a hard, protruding nipple. After splattering kisses over every inch, Whitney switched breasts. Feeling impatient, Bridget allowed only a cursory exploration of the second breast.

“Get up here, pumpkin,” Bridget ordered again.

This time, she showed her intention by lying down on the couch. The implication sent shivers up Whitney’s spine.

“Oh, you want some of Harv’s Special Sauce? It’s trademarked, you know.”

Bridget didn't reveal that she'd wanted a taste since her mid-teens when she spied on Harvey and Beverly. Instead, she pulled Whitney down atop her, positioning the younger blonde to straddle her face.

Using her hands to spread the teen’s thighs in the way she wanted, Bridget lowered the pussy into position for her waiting lips. Almost immediately, Whitney’s soaked pussy had juices running down onto Bridget’s face. If she’d been able to, Bridget would’ve matched Whitney’s smirk in satisfaction for turning the proud teen on so much.

Wanting to teach the haughty heiress a lesson, Bridget’s mind recalled every trick in the book that she’d picked up in her teen years.

Wrapping her arms around those firm ass cheeks, Bridget used the leverage to push her tongue in as deeply as possible. First, she teased those pussy lips, her tongue tracing over them gently. Then, she parted the pussy lips wide to apply some pressure with her tongue. Eventually, she plunged her tongue in and out rapidly while tracing the lips with her fingertips.

Avoiding the teen’s clit on purpose, Bridget could already sense Whitney’s growing need for more. So to further tease the teen and knock her down a peg or two, Bridget’s tongue took several passes at her clit but with lengthy intervals. The payoff came with a minor shudder before a larger tremble passed through Whitney from head to toe.

"Oh, yes, suck on my clit. Do it, you pussy-craving slut!" Whitney screeched, lifting her head up from Bridget's now untouched pussy. The 69 wasn't going quite to plan, which Bridget would later tease the teen about.

Hot breath stimulated the teen in between Bridget working her oral magic on the entranced teenager. She didn’t know if it was her imagination or not, but Bridget felt a euphoric satisfaction as she swore she could taste Harvey’s long-desired cum on her tongue.

“Yes, clean my pussy. Clean up after Daddy!”

Bridget felt her whole body tremble at the imagery Whitney began to put into her head. Yet, it didn’t throw her off her game. Going down on a girl felt like riding a bike. It didn’t take long to remember all your favorite ways.

Pussy lips parted by a tongue slowly sliding up to a clit.

A lone finger plunging in as if probing for lost treasure.

Sucking the clit hard before tugging even harder on it.

Two fingers attacking intensely.

Bridget strummed Whitney’s nether regions as if playing her like a violin. A muddled mess, any idea of returning the favor to the woman giving her pleasure was out of the question for the teen. If anything, Whitney could barely concentrate.

“Such a tasty piece of pumpkin pie," Bridget declared. She wondered how she’d gone so long without these delightful experiences.

Well, I’m back now. And I’m going to make up for the lost time.

Despite a mind clouded with lust, the inklings of a plan began to form in Whitney’s thoughts.

“Oh, yes, you’re making, ugh, your pumpkin…feel…so goood!”

Sensing an eruption closing in, Bridget lifted Whitney's leg up to give her easier access to their sofa-top 69. With the extra room, she used her tongue to batter the swollen clit as part of a full frontal attack.

"Oh…gawd!" Whitney moaned, close to orgasm.

"Cum on my face, you little cheer slut," Bridget commanded. “Cum!”

“No, please! Don’t stop!” Whitney pleaded. “Please! Gotta…gotta get Daddy’s cum…out of me, MOMMY!!!”

With that last word, both women found their bodies rocking. Whitney experienced one of the most intense orgasms in her young yet experienced life. Underneath the teen, Bridget felt a blissful feeling overtake her as a minor quake rocked her world.

Gasping for breath, both women couldn’t find the strength to talk at first. Whitney rolled her body against the back of the cushion to get some of her weight off of Bridget. For Bridget’s part, she chose not to deal with the teen’s last scream for now. Life was already complicated enough with her impending divorce and fucking her son. Instead, she thanked Whitney for closing the bedroom door before heading to the kitchen.

“Actually, I think I left it open slightly. I guess I wiped Dad out.”

"Well, he was pretty stressed out while driving on the ice," Bridget noted as Whitney had slept for most of the trip. "Oh, sweetie. I better not see you prancing around naked anymore on our stay, or I'll recommend a grounding."

“The hell? After what we just did–”

“You need to watch your body temperature. I want you to get into bed and under plenty of blankets. Snap to it! Those are your doctor’s orders.”

“Oh, right.”