FF1 Xmas25 Chapter 2

It’s been well over ten years since Faye has had occasion to peek nervously into her mother’s bedroom. The quiet of the house seems heavy, and in the wide hallway, hung with paintings as old as the house, her nerves intensify. Her subconscious is trying to tell her something, but it’s only a few more steps to her mother’s door.

Alice Wilde is kissing Glynda Darcy on the mouth. All Darcy women have wide hips, which only makes Alice’s narrowness that much more noticeable when she’s pressed against Faye’s mother this way. She’s a head taller than Glynda, and the way that she leans down makes her seem to loom, giving the kiss an oddly predatory quality. Not that Faye’s mother seems to mind; Alice holds her close, and Glynda’s kisses her back with an open gusto that most people, Faye included, rarely get to see.

Alice’s long fingers creep down Glynda’s waist.

Glynda tries to pull her toward the bed, and Alice spins her around, hugging her from behind. She kisses Glynda’s neck as she massages her breasts over her sweater. Glynda’s sigh becomes a groan of sheer lust.

It doesn’t take long for the clothes to start coming off, and once it begins, it doesn’t stop until everything’s on the floor. Naked, Alice looks almost gaunt, but her penis is hard and lively. It’s almost as thick as Faye’s, and easily two inches longer. Glynda’s fingers fondle it while Alice runs her palm over the thick curls between Glynda’s legs.

Alice manages to get behind Glynda again to play with her bare breasts and nuzzle her, which causes an escalation. Seeing her mother’s nipples tugged and touched makes Faye tingle, and Glynda’s gasps tickle her ears.

But it’s not until Alice is seated on the side of the bed and Glynda kneels in front of her that Faye comes out of her daze and has conscious thoughts of where she is and what is happening. It all hits in a rush: her mother’s soft, pale body totally exposed, Alice’s taut muscles and hard nipples on her flat chest, the wetness between Faye’s legs and the weakness in her knees, the open-mouthed look of pleasure on Alice’s face as Glynda’s head bobs in her lap, the way Faye’s cock strains against her underwear in her jeans, the soft slurping noises mingling with Alice’s breathing, and the urgent way that Alice’s fingers hold Glynda’s hair.

Faye is dizzy.

“Oh. God,” Alice says, her belly tensing. She leans back a little and rests one hand on Glynda’s head. She sounds like she’s running a marathon.

“Mmm.” Glynda looks up, sliding her hand up and down the shaft.

Alice bites her lip and stares hard at Glynda’s chest. She gets a fierce look in her eyes and replaces Glynda’s hand with her own.

Flesh jiggles a little as Glynda straightens on her knees as Alice takes over, getting up and leaning forward as she jerks herself quickly, looking Glynda in the eye.

She loses the staring contest when she cums, grunting and squeezing her eyes shut as she coats Glynda’s breasts with a sticky glaze that makes her shine as it drips and rolls down her flesh.