Probably. But something else is going on a few doors down.

It was a stakeout. A crusading reporter and a hardboiled detective in a rundown apartment with a pair of binoculars, a flip pad of notes, and a flask of cheap bourbon. The rain was coming down in sheets. It made observing the mafia safehouse across the street difficult. But it provided an appropriately melancholy atmosphere. She could almost smell the wet asphalt. Hear the wind whistling through the desolate streets. Feel the energy crackling between the heroes.

Of course in reality Tegan was in bed. Reclined against a pile of pillows, dressed in a silky, lilac nightie, with her right leg casually draped over her left. But her mind was buried in a book along with her eyes. Normally she didn’t go in for the neo-noir stuff. There were only so many comparisons between a city and a woman she could read before it got boring. But this one was positively captivating. She had almost completely shut out the real world.

Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap.

The blonde didn’t sigh. She figured that would be rude given the other woman probably didn’t even realize what she was doing. Rayen was sitting at their vanity tapping the tip of her pencil on her open notebook. The vanity didn’t get much use, at least for its intended purpose. The lawyer needed to make sure she looked perfect before she ever set foot in the courthouse. (Though her wife thought the gorgeous woman looked perfect no matter what.) And the taller woman enjoyed occasionally dolling herself up. (It paid to sometimes knock her wife’s socks clean off.) But that was about it.

The journal on the other hand got plenty of use. Rayen had seen a few therapists off and on over the years. The first one had suggested she start keeping a diary to help her organize her thoughts and put her feelings into words. That was a few counselors and several notebooks ago, but the habit was still going strong. And it was still very helpful for the stressed-out woman. But it wasn’t always enough.

Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap.

“Honey?” Tegan said gently. It didn’t get a response. Normally that would be fine. She would be more than happy to just stare at the love of her life. An oversized, plaid pajama shirt wasn’t really sexy in the traditional sense. But the short, curvy woman was absolutely alluring in it. Though that might have been because it was actually Tegan’s shirt. The fact that was all she was wearing didn’t hurt either.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

The slender woman shook her golden head. She needed to focus. One wifely duty at a time.

“Ray?” She said a little louder.

Tap-

Rayen’s pencil stopped on the upswing. Her brown eyes blinked a few times before she looked down at the smattering of dots she had left on the page. Both her eyebrows and mouth curled as she looked back at her wife.

“Sorry,” She muttered.

“Come here you,” Tegan said with an amused smile. She uncrossed her long pale legs and patted the spot between them. The Latina woman flipped her diary closed wordlessly. She got up and quickly walked to the bed. Then she crawled over to her blonde wife and flopped heavily onto the bed. She leaned back into the taller woman, using her as a chair.

It made Tegan a little nostalgic. She remembered days spent in the park. Cradling her napping girlfriend beneath a tree. Watching the clouds go by as Rayen recovered from another all-nighter. She had been so proud of her. She was still so proud of her. Muscle memory kicked in. One arm wrapped around the front of the curvaceous woman’s shoulders pulling her close. The other stroked her hair. It had been longer then, but it looked good shoulder length too.

“Do you want to talk about it?” Tegan asked softly. Her wife let out a noise somewhere between a sigh and a huff. That made the blonde smile, but she stopped herself from laughing. That wouldn’t help. “You’re fluent in two languages, plus legalese. I’m sure you can use your words.”

“He…” Rayen groaned in primal frustration. “He didn’t tell me.”

“Did you really expect him to?” Her wife tried to cushion the blow.

“Well,” The Latina hesitated for a second. “Why wouldn’t he?”

“Because he’s eighteen. I know I didn’t tell my folks everything when I was his age.” What Tegan did not say was “And I’m guessing you didn’t either.” Because she knew Rayen didn’t.

The Mexican woman didn’t come out to her family until they had already moved in together. Until they had each known the other was the one. She had known she was bi since she was eleven. But never worked up the courage to tell her family. And when she finally did it only proved her worst fears true. She had been disowned, cast out. The memory of Rayen sobbing her eyes out after that phone call still broke Tegan’s heart. And royally pissed her off.

The blonde took a calming breath. Present Rayen still needed her.

“There’s no way he would think we would disapprove or something!” Rayen pointed out grumpily.

“I’m sure that’s not it,” Tegan said.

“Then why?” Her short wife asked.

“You know how young love is,” The blonde crooned gently. “Maybe they just want some time for themselves. In the bubble, you know?”

“What if something happens? What if they get pregnant?” The Mexican woman asked rapidly.

“Yumi has an IUD,” Tegan tried to reassure her.

“How on Earth do you know that?” Rayen asked disbelievingly.

“Because I talk to our neighbors,” The tall woman said vaguely.

More specifically, she talked to Junko. She was actually one-quarter Filipino, and thanks to her doting grandfather she actually spoke better Spanish than English when she first moved to the U.S. So she was very glad to have a neighbor she could talk to. Doubly so that it was another mom. Because it turned out she had a lot to get off her chest. Tegan didn’t know all the details (she wasn’t told them and she was smart enough not to ask) but apparently, Yumi had a rough start. The kind that meant neonatal surgery and months in the hospital. Thankfully, she was fine now. A little shorter than she probably would have been, and with a higher risk for a few digestive issues. But fine nonetheless. Still, it was only natural for a mother to worry about her daughter. So Junko wanted to talk before and after every trip to the doctor.

“And they already used the L-word,” Rayen groaned in exasperation, leaning her head back into her wife’s chest. “How long do they really think they can hide this?”

Tegan’s guts twisted a little at that reminder. She hadn’t meant to eavesdrop. No one could blame her for walking down her own hallway. It wasn’t anyone’s fault. Her son had just left the door open like he was supposed to whenever he had a female friend in his room. Of course, rationalizing didn’t actually make her feel any less guilty. It just helped to remember that it was an honest accident.

It’s not like she meant to hear Mason and Yumi say “I love you.” The tall woman sighed quietly through her nose. And she would bet her bottom dollar that it was the first time too. Though she personally guessed they felt it since middle school.

“They’re smart kids, Ray,” Tegan said, trying to soothe them both. “Just give them time. They’ll tell us when they’re ready. We just need to be patient.”

The seasoned lawyer collapsed backward with a long, defeated sigh. She closed her deep brown eyes heavily. She had been outplayed and she knew it. Her plan of directly asking their son didn’t work. So now they didn’t have much choice but to go with Tegan’s.

“How are you always right, mi amor?” Rayen asked morosely. But at the same time, a bemused grin formed on her beautiful, tawny face.

“Deal with the devil,” Her wife said calmly. That earned a laugh like silver bells. She couldn’t resist. Tegan leaned down and kissed her. It wasn’t their first Spider-Man kiss, that had been at a Halloween party back in college. (No points for guessing their costumes that year.) But somehow even all this time later, it still made the blonde’s heart flutter in her chest.

That and the way Rayen giggled like she was twenty years younger. She grabbed a throw pillow and bapped her beloved over the head.

“I was being serious,” The usually mature Latina whined. Though she still brushed a few wavy, golden locks out of her partner’s smiling face

“So was I,” Tegan insisted earnestly. “How do you think I got such an amazing wife?”

Rayen chuckled at that. But it faded almost as soon as it started. And that beautiful smile faltered. The willowy blonde quickly cupped her cheek.

“Hey,” She said quickly. Somberly. “What’s wrong?”

But her wife just sighed at that. She tried to avert her brown eyes, but the other woman stopped her. Her other hand went to her face, forcing their eyes to meet.

“Rayen please,” Tegan quietly pleaded. “Talk to me.”

“I… Tegan, I just…” Forcing the words out was like pulling teeth. The Latina woman never wanted to dump her problems on her partner. But she would **** herself to talk. She knew full well staying silent would only make her worry more. “I’ve already lost Viv. I don’t want to lose Mason too.”

The blonde frowned sympathetically. Her thumb glided over her wife’s hot skin, brushing away a tear that threatened to slip free.

“Hey, hey,” She said, blue eyes widening and shining with love. “You haven’t lost either of them yet.”

Rayen could only scoff bitterly, rolling her eyes for good measure.

“I’m serious,” Tegan said firmly. “And if you’re really worried, just spend some time with them. They love you. And a little bonding will never hurt.”

“I… I actually already told Mason I would do that after this case wraps up. I was planning to take some time off anyway,” Rayen admitted awkwardly. “I was thinking maybe take him to the spa since I was going anyway.”

“That sounds like a good idea.” Obviously. What eighteen-year-old boy wouldn’t enjoy a good old-fashioned mother-son trip to the spa? Rayen would certainly need it. She always did after a big case. And after this particular one, she would probably need to live there for a week or two. But Tegan couldn’t see this not being at least a little awkward. Sure Mason wasn’t exactly Mr. Meathead. (There was a reason all his friends seemed to be girls. Yumi, Vina, the lanky redhead back in elementary school. Even Tanya. Oh, and the goth girl who couldn’t figure out how to make actual friends.) But it still might be a little girly for him. And that was before taking into account the rather… liberal dress code. That made it a great place for them to go as a couple. But their poor, gentle giant might end up leaving more stressed than less.

Then again Mason did seem wound a little tight lately. Graduation was looming, and now he was in a secret relationship with his childhood friend. And that was all before you throw in normal teen stress. Maybe a massage would do him some good.

Hopefully.

“Yeah,” Rayen agreed. Half a smile crept onto her face.

“And as for Viv, just give her a chance. Some space to do the right thing,” Tegan offered. But that made the woman in her lap frown.

“I’m not getting her an apartment just so she can avoid going to a real university,” The lawyer said firmly, barely opening her mouth.

“I wasn’t going to say that,” The blonde reprimanded her. She had already banged that drum plenty, but her wife had dug her heels in too deep. “All I’m saying is that she won’t do anything if you **** her. But if you loosen your grip she’ll end up realizing you both want the same thing.”

“Ugh, I know,” The Latina woman admitted.

“And remember she gets that hard head from you,” The tall woman said lightly. It was technically a joke. But it was often helpful to remind her wife just how much she and her daughter had in common. “And until then just take some time to reconnect a little. I’m sure you’ll find you’re still a lot closer than you think.”

“I know, I know! You’re right!” Rayen moaned louder than was really necessary. Her right hand came up to cover her face before she mumbled into her palm. “Maldito demonio…”

She may have sounded grumpy, but her wife caught a glimpse of a smile behind her hand. And when the shorter woman peeked between her fingers they sparkled with love and joy. Tegan was ready to pat herself on the back, but instead, she pulled Rayen’s hand away.

She swooped down, peppering that beautiful face in kisses. Forehead, nose, cheeks, lips, even the chin, she made sure each and every inch got at least a little love. And with each smooch, Rayen giggled a little louder and squirmed a little harder. It was a sight for sore eyes. These last few years had been tough on her. So seeing that smile lifted a weight off Tegan’s shoulders.

Of course, she noticed other things too. Like the warm touches between their bare legs. (They were always silky smooth, and felt delightful under her fingers.) Or the little flashes of black panties she spotted under her long shirt. (Was it wrong that she was a little disappointed that she was wearing any at all? Hopefully, they were those lacy ones she bought for Tegan’s last birthday.) Or the way her much larger breasts stretched out her wife’s pajamas. (God they were incredible. Huge and soft and sexy as hell.) Or the way her wife’s butt rubbed against her as she squirmed. (It prompted memories of bathing suits, yoga pants, and short skirts. And also those times she’d surprise her in the shower.)

Tegan felt her smile curl into a mischievous grin. Rayen’s eyebrows rose slightly, but the slender woman didn’t feel the need to explain herself. Instead, she just pulled the short woman a little more upright. Her right arm slithered around her wife’s waist, pulling her hourglass body tight against her. That earned another little wiggle (which only added to the pleasant warmth already pooling in Tegan’s core. Her other hand came up, tucking the Latina woman’s black hair behind her ear. Then slowly, lightly, agonizingly kissed her way up her lover’s delicate throat. Her lips followed the pulse all the way up. Until she reached her ear.

“You know,” She purred hotly. “I think I know another way to cheer you up.”

“I, uh… I…” Rayen’s brain appeared to short circuit. Sometimes that would happen when she caught the poor woman off guard. It was fine. Tegan took it as a compliment that she could still surprise this brilliant woman over two decades into this crazy shared life of theirs.

“Aww, is that a no?” The tall blonde pouted. Just because she was flattered didn’t mean she was above some teasing.

“No! No. I…” The Mexican woman sighed as her lover lightly nibbled along the shell of her ear.

“Do you want it?” Tegan whispered, knowing full well that her warm breath would tickle her short wife.

“I want you,” Rayen gasped out. A thrilling shiver ran up the taller woman’s spine. And a familiar desire started to rise within her.

“Good girl,” The blonde cooed. “How deep do you want to go, honey?”

Most people probably wouldn’t peg them as a particularly kinky couple. Rayen had certainly been surprised as Tegan introduced her to her favorite toys. Though of course, her favorite toy was about 5’1” with out-of-this-world curves. It was such a cliche. The big, tough, successful lawyer being submissive in the bedroom. But it worked for them. Sometimes it worked a little too well. So they came up with a system. Safewords were nice, important even. But the goal was to not have to use them. So to preempt any trouble (unintended trouble) they came up with a code. Since the Latina woman described the feeling of submitting as being like sinking, they would quickly establish exactly how low she wanted to go. All the way from dry, vanilla land to the near-limitless abyss.

“Can we stay in the shallows?” The short woman asked breathily.

“Of course, hun,” Her wife assured her. They never needed to go deeper than she wanted. And knowing Rayen they would be teetering on the edge of the abyss sooner rather than later.

There was no time like the present. And Tegan didn’t want to **** herself. She smiled against her lover’s ear, before kissing her way back down to the throat. Rayen began obeying before she even got her first order. She lifted her chin and let her head loll to the side. All to grant the taller woman easier access to the sensitive skin of her neck. And always one to reward good behavior, the blonde instantly took advantage. She attacked the **** flesh with a barrage of kisses, licks, and gentle nips.

It was so tempting to give her a proper love bite. Or maybe a good old-fashioned hickey. To mark this little fox so that everyone would know that she was taken. Claimed by her and only her. Unfortunately, one of the few rules even the abyss couldn’t break was leaving marks that couldn’t be hidden. But the slender, blonde consoled herself. There were still plenty of places that could be hidden. And this was still enough to earn a low, throaty moan.

“Aww,” Tegan said, not pulling her mouth far from the warm, soft, caramel-colored skin. Her hands found their way to Rayen’s waist. The tips of her nimble fingers stroked the short woman’s sensitive ribs. “Does my little girl need some relief?”

“Yes,” Rayen gasped out as her wife’s teeth grazed her pulse point.

“Yes, what?” The taller woman asked condescendingly. Her hands moved up, lightly teasing the other woman’s chest. But never quite touching the large, sensitive breasts that were one of the many, many weak points Tegan knew exactly how to exploit.

“Yes Mommy,” The voluptuous lady whined pitifully.

“Good girl,” The blonde said in a low, lascivious whisper.

And good girls got rewarded. Tegan brought her hands up, dragging her palms over those bountiful, sensitive mounds. She knew exactly what that little bit of friction would do to her pliant, little lover. Honestly what it did to both of them. Especially when she passed over the firm pebbles beneath the cotton. The short woman gasped. The tall one licked her lip.

That was enough. Anymore teasing and Tegan would officially be torturing herself. Her right hand got to work on the buttons, popping them free one by one. Some might not be able to do that one-handed. But sketching and cooking trained her already graceful fingers to be extra dexterous. Though it also helped that the poor buttons were already about to pop. Whatever the reason she was glad to have the free hand. It let her stroke the soft, flushed skin that was slowly revealed.

Along the sternum. Between her wonderful boobs. Over her ticklish tummy. (Forcing Rayen to hold back another giggle.) And finally down to her black panties. They weren’t the birthday panties. But Tegan liked them almost as much. Lacey, low-waisted, and so cheeky they were almost a thong. Sure she couldn’t see that part at the moment, but she knew every pair in Rayen’s collection. More or less. She at least knew the ones she picked out.

“Such lewd underwear,” She said affectionately. But she also made sure to put a little pity, judgment, and ignominy in her voice. It wasn’t real, but it would fan the carnal flame growing between them. “Was my baby girl expecting something?”

“I was Mommy,” Her **** lover apologized pathetically. “I just… I was hoping…”

“I suppose it can’t be helped,” Tegan sighed heavily. But behind her wife’s back, she smiled like a wolf that just spotted a lost lamb.

Her pale hands rose until they cupped Rayen’s heavy breasts. Actually, now that they were exposed she could call them by their proper name. After all, Tegan had breasts. Cute, little handfuls capped with small, pink nipples. These were tits. Huge, and warm, and so soft her fingers sank into them. And all topped off with big, sensitive nipples the color of mouthwatering chocolate. And even now, in her forties, they were still firm enough that they barely sagged, even under all their weight.

If either of them had made a deal with the devil, Rayen was actually the prime suspect. Her tits were too good to be true. And when you combined that with an equally incredible ass and the most delicious pussy in the known world, well it was just unfair. She put the rest of them to shame without even trying. Even Tegan had been jealous when they first met. At least until she realized how often she would be able to get her hands on all those sexy bits.

“Fuuuuuuuck,” Rayen moaned. The blonde knew just how to work her up. A touch here, A massage there. The occasional squeeze to reassert control. She knew full well the effect that would have. Her dark eyes would flutter closed, as she grew more and more turned on. The Latina woman should have known what would happen. But she still gave a surprised squawk when her nipple was quickly pinched and harshly twisted.

“Watch your language little one,” Tegan whispered dangerously. Even in the shallows, she expected her little girl to behave. She should just thank her lucky stars they weren’t any deeper. Or else her Domme would already be grabbing her riding crop.

“I’m sorry Mommy,” Rayen said quickly. Her wife doubted she even needed to do much play-acting to make that sound genuine. “Your hands just felt too good.”

“If you're too slutty to control yourself when I’m playing with your tits,” Tegan said, somberly shaking her golden head. “Then I don’t think I can make your greedy, little twat cum tonight.”

“No! Please, Mommy! Please let me cum! I’ll be good! I promise!” The short woman begged. She turned to look at her lover, wide eyes pleading for mercy.

“Well,” Tegan contemplated, lightly stroking her wife’s abused nipple. For just a bit longer than was really necessary. Sometimes it paid to make her little girl sweat. Even if a lovely sheen was already forming on her caramel skin. “I suppose I can let it slide just this once. If you're willing to prove you can be a good girl.”

“I can Mommy! Let me be your good girl!” Rayen pleaded, as her eyelids heavily sank over her lovely brown eyes again. The blonde woman had resumed teasing her gigantic tits. All to tempt her with what she could get if she could only follow orders.

“Then you’ll return the favor?” Tegan asked pointedly.

“I will Mommy,” Rayen said instantly.

“Tonight?” The taller woman asked again.

“Of course Mommy,” The submissive woman said. She was too focused on how nice her tits felt to figure out the path she was being walked down.

“And tomorrow morning.” That one wasn’t a question.

“Yes… Yes, Mommy.” Rayen agreed with much more hesitation. Waking up to the love of your life eating your pussy all the way to orgasm was a lovely way to start the day. A special treat Tegan tried not to indulge in too often. Because her wife hated it. Hated it in the best possible way, but still. The Mexican woman wasn’t a morning person, but her job meant she had to get used to early mornings. What really drove her crazy was the memory. Tegan could fuck her then and there until her beloved short stack couldn’t walk straight. But her mind would keep wandering back between her wife’s long legs. It would drive her wild all day until she came home with soaked panties and an out-of-control libido. The blonde thought it was very effective. A way to tease her wife for hours even when they were in different postcodes.

“And if you screw up again?” Tegan asked with a wolfish, toothy grin.

“I’ll be punished,” Rayen said quietly as if saying it too loud would make it happen.

“How? How do bad girls get punished?” The blonde had to work to not sound too eager.

“Bad girls get spanked,” The buxom, Latina woman admitted. Probably not in the shallows. They would either need to be so light they were no fun, or too rough to pass. But the imagination was free to run wild anywhere.

“That’s right. So be good for your Mommy,” Tegan said warmly as she finally let her hand drift south. It settled between her lover’s thick thighs. Her middle finger traced Rayen’s lips through her panties. They were already soaked. Apparently, she needed this more than the blonde realized.

“Thank you, Mommy,” Rayen said. Her wide hips twitched as she desperately tried to keep herself from humping the dominant hand teasing her.

With a quick nibble on the ear, Tegan slipped her hand beneath the waistband of the flimsy panties. Her fingertips dragged over Rayen’s smooth mound. The curvy woman got it waxed periodically and had been doing so since before they even met. She said keeping her pussy clean and bare helped her feel sexy. The blonde could never figure out why she thought she needed the help. But she also couldn’t argue with the results.

Her middle and ring fingers slipped into her little girl’s wet, hot pussy. It clamped down on her immediately. So Tegan wasted no time in going after all the sensitive spots she knew by heart. And she also knew not to let up on her wife’s neck, or let go of her wonderful tits. Well, she moved her hands away from the pliable globes, but only for a moment. To pull the lacey, black panties down her lover's smooth legs. But after she set them down she went right back toying with Rayen’s prodigious chest.

The short, Mexican woman started whimpering. The pitiful thing couldn’t do much else. But as her Domme worked her over she started moaning. Louder and louder until Tegan’s thumb finally moved to her clit. As it started circling the sensitive little bundle of nerves she had to clamp her hands over her mouth. Or else the entire house might hear her moaning like a whore.

“Awww, poor girl,” Tegan said sympathetically. “Are you worried about being too loud? Would you like Mommy’s help?”

“Please help me, Mommy,” Rayen begged from behind her hands.

With a wicked smile, Tegan’s left hand moved like lightning. It scooped up her wife’s soiled panties. Then in one smooth motion, it stuffed them in the short woman’s mouth and clamped firmly over it.

“There you go, baby girl,” Tegan said in a sugary-sweet voice. “Now you can moan as loud as you want.”

And the Latina woman did just that. The taller woman could feel the vibrations in her slender hands. She could only guess how loud her submissive wife would be if she wasn’t gagged. But she decided to push forward. It was time to finish this.

“Can you taste it?” She whispered directly into Rayen’s ear. “How wet your slutty cunt is? You soaked them before I even touched you, didn’t you?”

Though to be fair, it wasn’t like Tegan was doing much better. She was sure her own panties were well past damp. Her pussy was aching for some attention. And she could feel her nipples straining against her silken nightdress. And the dirty talk wasn’t helping. Well, it actually was helping them both a lot.

“What a perverted, little girl you are. I bet you can barely keep your fingers out of here.” For added emphasis, she curled the fingers buried in her wife’s pussy. Her scorching hot inner walls fluttered wantonly, **** to be pushed over the edge. “But that’s okay. Mommy is here for you. Just let me handle all those naughty desires. Then you can be my good, little girl forever. Don’t you want that?”

Rayen was babbling now. Between the lace in her mouth and the hand over it, no words escaped ungarbled. But this wasn’t their first time.

“Go ahead, little girl. Cum for your Mommy.”

The Latina woman did just that. Every muscle in her body tensed, from her toes to her fingers. All save the muscles within her pussy. Those squeezed and quaked, trying their best to wring a few more motes of pleasure from her domme’s fingers. And all the while she let out one last moan. One so loud and powerful it reverberated through both their chests.

Not wanting to ruin it, Tegan didn’t stop immediately. Her fingers pushed Rayen through wave after wave of heart-stopping pleasure. But she also didn’t go too far. Her little girl hadn’t done anything to deserve an overstimulation session. And she also hadn’t earned a second orgasm yet. So she let her down gently.

When Rayen finally stopped cumming she collapsed backward. She leaned against her wife trying to catch her breath. To help with that Tegan pulled her hand away, removing the panties as she did. Then she gingerly removed her other hand from between her wife’s legs, ignoring the groan of protest. That done, she held the short woman. She brushed her black hair from where it stuck to her beautiful face. Like the rest of her body, it had a thin layer of sweat coating it. They would definitely be showering after this.

“That was a big one wasn’t it?” Tegan said, not slipping from her persona for a second. “Did you need that baby girl?”

“Yes,” Rayen sighed. But that just made her wife give a waspish tut-tut.

“Oh now, we know better than that don’t we?” The tall woman asked, doting as much as disciplining. After all, it was perfectly understandable for someone to forget their manners after their brain was melted by an orgasm. At least while they were in the shallows.

“You’re right. I’m sorry,” Rayen said looking up into her blue eyes. “Thank you for letting me cum Mommy.”

“There’s my good girl,” Tegan said as she leaned down. She planted a kiss on her lover’s lips. The curvy woman melted in her arms. And with her muscles still relaxed post-climax it was easy to maneuver her so that they were fully facing each other. The blonde took a few seconds to enjoy the feeling of her wife’s big, plush tits pressing against her. Though her hands still moved on their own, pulling off the open shirt and tossing it away.

“May I return the favor now Mommy?” Rayen pulled back slightly to ask her question. Her tone and eyes both made it clear how eager the Latina was. Well, that and the way she panted slightly. And how her tongue wetted her plump lips.

“I suppose that depends on how my little girl plans to do that,” Tegan said gently. Her subby lover swallowed hard before she answered.

“May I lick your pussy, Mommy? I promise I’ll do a good job,” The shorter woman said, pulling herself to her knees.

“Well I guess I have trained up your tongue nicely,” Tegan teased. It was only half a joke. Her wife hadn’t dated any women before her. So while she had good instincts, she definitely was lacking in technique at first. But it was really more like teaching than training. She didn’t go full-on Mommy Domme until she was sure Ray would like it.

“Thank you, Mommy.” As it turned out the submissive lady enjoyed it very much.

Rayen lowered herself. Her brown eyes briefly locked on her wife’s hardened nips that poked out from under the lilac silk covering them. But she had a job to do. So she went lower until she was staring under her lover’s nightie.

Tegan felt dumb. Her panties tonight were plain, dark blue briefs. Comfortable but not exactly arousing. She should have known better. Ray always got extra frisky when she was near the end of a case, especially when she was about to win. The blonde should have known what would happen as soon as her wife came home early. If they didn’t end up in bed, they would end up in the shower, or the bathtub, or anywhere they could get behind a locked door. Really it was just surprising Tegan had to make the first move.

But really her choice of undies didn’t matter. They wouldn’t be around much longer anyway. Rayen pushed the edge of the nightdress up slowly. Then her fingers hooked gently beneath the navy waistband and started to work them off. Tegan lifted her slender hips to help out. When the ever-so-slightly damp panties were finally down her long legs, The Latina woman gently set them aside. But her brown eyes remained fixed on the womanhood she had just revealed.

“You have such a pretty pussy Mommy,” Rayen said lovingly. The blonde would always just take her partner’s word on that. She supposed it was a lovely shade of pink. And it had a nice, well-groomed triangle of golden curls above it. But to her, it was just another pussy. Maybe she’d feel differently if it wasn’t hers. But really all that mattered was that her lady love liked it.

And she did. Sometimes a little too much.

“Ah, ah, ah,” Tegan said sternly. The bombshell between her legs tried to dive right in. Apparently, she was getting too eager. But the blonde put a stop to that with a single finger to the forehead. “Don’t get ahead of yourself baby girl.”

She pulled her finger away but kept it in the Latina woman’s face. It curled beckoning the chastised woman up until she was face-to-face with her lover again.

“I’m sorry Mommy. I just-” She tried to explain herself. But her wife cut her off by grabbing her cheeks, squeezing just hard enough to make it uncomfortable. Her face was cool and neutral, as she stared imperiously into her embarrassed lover’s eyes. She knew just how to turn her own to blue ice, all to send a nervous shiver down her sub’s spine.

“Such a naughty girl,” Tegan said without so much as blinking. “Are you really such a slut that you can’t wait for permission?”

“Mommy I-“

“It’s a yes or no question, little one,” The tall blonde cut her off. Rayen flinched but **** herself to answer. No doubt she had just soaked herself all over again. Tegan would have to make sure to wash the comforter tomorrow. There was almost certainly a wet spot under her wife’s bubbly ass.

“Yes Mommy,” She said quietly. If she had her wife’s complexion she would probably be the color of a ripe strawberry. “I’m a little, pussy hungry slut who can’t control her own urges. Please forgive your naughty girl Mommy.”

Well, that was a damned fine apology if Tegan was any judge. In fact, she could feel her own pussy grow wetter after that. The tall blonde was almost tempted to let her off with a warning. But she also knew what her little spitfire wanted deep down. And she also knew how to thread the needle.

“You know you need to be punished for that,” She said soberly. Rayen nodded as best she could with her head held in place. “But that can wait. As I recall you have a job to do.”

“Thank you, Mommy,” Rayen said, relieved. Only this time when her wife’s hand let her go, she sat back on her heels. And patiently waited for her directions.

“Alright baby girl,” Tegan said, offering a gentle smile. “Second things second, help Mommy out of her nightie.”

“Yes Mommy,” The curvaceous woman said. She had an eager grin and hungry eyes. But, mindful that she just dodged a bullet, Rayen moved deliberately. She pinched the light material between her thumbs and forefingers. Then slowly lifted the violet chemise up. The blonde lifted her arms to help her wife. She was highly amused by the short woman’s behavior. But Tegan was careful to not let it show on her face lest she break the spell.

“You have such a beautiful body Mommy,” The Latina woman said lovingly.

Well, Tegan liked to think she wasn’t over the hill just yet. She would never have a figure like her wife’s. Her bust and butt were too small to ever be the voluptuous siren Rayen was. So she did her best to stay slim and trim. Admittedly it worked against the whole mommy domme thing a bit. As did just how obvious it was when she was turned on. If her glistening pussy lips didn’t give it away her hard nipples would. And if you somehow missed both of those then you could always notice how her normally creamy skin would flush a vibrant pink from head to toe whenever she was horny.

But even then she kept her face serene. She was in control here. Not her pussy.

“Are you sure? I seem to recall an impatient, little girl not really caring whether she saw it or not. She just wanted to dive right into my pussy,” Tegan said calmly. But Rayen recoiled like she had been slapped across the face. The tall woman knew from experience what that looked like.

“I’m so sorry Mommy. I didn’t mean-” The buxom woman tried to explain herself but snapped her mouth shut when she was interrupted.

“Shush,” Tegan said. She didn’t really need another apology. “You just needed the reminder, little one.”

Ray swallowed heavily and nodded. Her big, brown eyes stared expectantly. She was clearly ready for whatever order came next. But the words didn’t come. Tegan took action. Her hands lunged like vipers, latching onto the short stack’s shoulders. She twisted, suddenly flipping her little girl over. It was probably pointless, but she pinned her Mexican lover down. It needed to be very clear that she wasn’t going anywhere until Tegan said so. But Rayen didn’t make a move. She yelped when she was flipped, but then she lay still and silent. The submissive woman was on her best behavior now. She did not want a third strike. The tall woman had made sure of that over the years.

Biting her tongue to keep from biting her lip, Tegan made her move. She swung a leg over her lover’s face. Facesitting was an old favorite, but she made sure to do it in reverse. It gave her a nice view of the love of her life’s nude body. And she was sure Rayen would enjoy staring up at her pert ass.

The blonde lowered herself without warning. Sinking down until her wet pussy came to rest on the gorgeous face between her legs. It landed right on her plump lips, a kiss more intimate than any other. Then she started to rock, dragging her honeypot up and down her wife’s lovely features. It was a delectable feeling, especially when her clit dragged along her nose. But her favorite part was the way Rayen just laid there. It was taking all her willpower to resist the temptation that was grinding in her face. And even then her brown fists balled up the blanket beneath her. Her thick thighs occasionally squeezed together, but she let her Domme do as she pleased. She had the sudden image of a cute puppy balancing a treat on her nose, waiting impatiently for her Master to give the word.

“Look who finally decided to behave herself,” Tegan said patronizingly. No doubt Rayen’s tongue was wriggling against her clenched teeth, **** to escape. The smell was no doubt only making her long for a taste all the more. But the slender woman wasn’t ready to end the **** just yet.

“You know,” She sighed, leaning forward slightly. Her hands went to her wife’s chest, using her giant tits as handles. That way she had a bit more leverage as she rode her face. “Your face feels so good, Mommy might just hump it until she cum.”

Rayen whimpered. It was all she could do without opening her mouth. Without accidentally eating her lover’s pussy without permission. And that just made said lover laugh derisively.

“What was that baby girl? I didn’t quite catch that.” Then after the second whimper, a much longer louder one, Tegan decided she could give her wife a chance. She lifted her hips just enough to let her talk.

“Please Mommy! Please let me lick your pussy!” Rayen pleaded. Her words tickled across the blonde’s lower lips. God, she loved this. She couldn’t get enough.

“Hmmm,” Tegan pretended to think it over. She wagged her hips lazily from side to side. No doubt it was quite the view for her submissive partner.

“Mommy I can do it! I can make you feel good! Please let your slutty, little girl do her job!” The Latina girl begged. The blonde ran her tongue over the sharp edge of her incisors. That was what she wanted to hear.

“Alright baby girl,” The tall woman cooed sympathetically. “Go ahead and eat Mommy’s pussy. And make sure you hold on, just not too tight.”

There was no hesitation. Rayen didn’t even wait for her wife to lower herself back down. She grabbed her slim, creamy thighs (not too tight obviously) And pulled herself up to the tasty muff that had just been teasing her. But despite her fervor, she started with slow long licks. Almost like she was trying to clean it rather than eating it. But that was just how her Mommy liked it at first.

“Good girl,” Tegan said calmly. It was a fight not to moan immediately. Her wife knew exactly how to drive her wild. And if they were on dry land the tall woman would have no problem letting her know that. But right now she wasn’t about to let her sub show her up.

With a playful grin, she sat back down, pinning her wife down. Tegan made sure to put a little more weight on the short woman than last time. It was a careful balancing act. Not enough to actually hurt, but enough to smother her lover with her favorite thing. It was probably a little difficult to breathe down there, but she could trust Rayen to tap out if she needed to. At least she could nowadays. The lovely, Latina woman enjoyed that kind of stuff. And early on she would get way too into it, occasionally forgetting to take the time to refill her lungs.

But now she could relax. Tegan let the mask fall. After all, the only thing Ray could see at the moment was the bottom of her asscheeks. Maybe the occasional flash of long, sandy curls hanging on her back. So the tall woman was free to bite her lower lip and let her blue eyes grow heavy. She didn’t let them close. Not while the gorgeous view of her naked lover was sprawled out in front of her.

For a while, the tall woman just enjoyed the treatment. Then as her beautiful lover grew more vigorous between her legs she finally let a few sounds slip. The occasional moan, or gasp, or bit of praise was offered up like mana from heaven. Encouraging the Mexican woman to go a little harder. And all that time she alternated between kneading the massive tits beneath her and toying with her own sensitive breasts.

She wasn’t going to last much longer like this. It was time to make her move.

“You know maybe I was too hard on you before,” Tegan said breathily. “After all, my little girl just wanted to please her Mommy, right?”

Rayen’s mouth was too occupied to give a verbal answer. Instead, the submissive bombshell just redoubled her efforts, humming into the pussy pressed against her. She knew just what the blonde liked.

“Let Mommy make it all better.” The tall woman leaned forward. Her hands walked down either side of the shorter woman’s curvy body. Tegan hoped her intentions were clear. But just in case they weren’t she extended her little, pink tongue. The tip glided down the caramel tummy in front of her. Over the navel and down to the hairless mound. A yummy, salty taste hit her tongue. But it was nothing compared to what was coming.

Tegan loved the taste of her wife’s pussy. It was beyond delicious. Rich and full-bodied, almost a little smoky. It was as wonderful and unique as the woman it belonged to. But the blonde didn’t have time to savor it. Rayen had redoubled her efforts. And it wouldn’t be long before the blonde was cumming on that talented tongue.

At least the Latina woman was beyond worked up. Her juices flowed freely even making a wet spot beneath her ass. Tegan grabbed the inside of her shapely thighs, spreading them and pulling her pussy lips apart in the process. She immediately, mercilessly lashed her lover’s engorged clit. Rayen moaned into her again. Her lovely brown legs started to twitch. She was almost as close as the woman on top of her.

But Tegan had too much of a head start. The Latina woman had followed her lead and moved her attention on her Domme’s clit. It was only thanks to raw willpower and twenty years of practice that the blonde could hold out. Just long enough for the tell-tale twitches of Rayen’s hips and for her moans to reach fever pitch. Now they were both on the edge.

That was when Tegan sat back up.

“That’s right baby girl. Get ready. Mommy’s cumming,” She moaned through gritted teeth. Her narrow hips rolled, as she finally let herself go. It was not a gentle orgasm. Her climax ripped through her, quaking her very bones. It was rough enough to earn Rayen an extra treat. Tegan didn’t always squirt, but she did now. Soaking her beautiful wife who dutifully swallowed as much as she could.

When she finally regained feeling in her legs, the tall woman dismounted. She flopped back onto her ass. Suddenly, Tegan felt exhausted. But she still had a job to do.

“Well done baby girl,” Tegan said brightly. Rayen rolled over to face her, eyes the size of dinner plates and mouth flapping as it failed to form words. “You were true to your word. You made Mommy feel very good.”

“But Mommy… I didn’t… Can I cum too Mommy?” The short, Mexican woman asked quietly.

“I suppose you could,” The blonde said, putting a finger on her cheek as she pretended to contemplate the request. Then just as her sub started to look hopeful, she sprung her trap. “But you won’t. I told you little one, you needed to be punished.”

That hit Rayen like a ton of bricks. Her eyes went wide, her jaw dropped, and her face paled. This was one of her least favorite (i.e. probably her third favorite) types of punishment. But after a few seconds, she swallowed.

“Thank you, Mommy,” She said dully. “Thank you for disciplining your little girl.”

“Aww, such sour puss,” Tegan taunted with a little laugh. “Don’t worry Mommy knows just what to do.”

That scared her wife. She tensed up, trying to be ready for whatever came next. But she relaxed when she saw what was happening. Tegan scooted back to her pile of pillows, before patting the spot next to her.

They cuddled quietly for a long time. The blonde knew the submissive woman needed it, even when she wasn’t left horny and frustrated. So she waited for her to grow still. For her breathing to even out. For her to find her way back to the shore.

“Are you alright, honey?” Tegan asked gently. She wasn’t sure when she had started running her hand up and down her wife’s arm, but it seemed to be helping.

“Yeah. I’m just going to be crazy horny for the rest of the night,” Rayen muttered.

“I only did it because you like it. But!” The blonde cut off her short lover’s objection. “I promise I’ll take care of you in the morning.”

“Ugh, just be ready to help me when I get home too,” The Latina muttered. “I’m going to be like a bitch in heat by the time I get back.”

“Such language!” Tegan gasped out with exaggerated indignation.

“Oh, bite me. We’re not playing and the kids are probably already in bed,” Rayen petulantly stuck out her tongue. She was right. Those were the rules. Mommy didn’t want her little girl to be a potty mouth. And Tegan wanted to set a good example for their kids. Admittedly she could probably ease up a bit on that last one given her youngest was eighteen. But she had something to point out first.

“Honey it’s like 9:30,” She said.

“¿Qué quieres decir? I thought it was like eleven,” Rayen said as she propped herself up to look at the clock on the bedside table. Then her worst fears realized she collapsed into her wife’s diminutive chest with a low groan. “Dios mio, I’m getting old.”

“Don’t throw yourself too much of a pity party,” The blonde said, patting her on the head. “I’ll remind you I’m a year older than you.”

“Yeah well,” The short woman admitted looking up into her blue eyes. “You can get stuff off of high shelves so it balances out.”

The two chuckled at that. Rayen said it too honestly to really take it seriously. But once they stopped she turned her raven-haired head to look down at the bed.

“We made a bit of a mess,” The Latina woman muttered.

“I’ll clean the blanket in the morning,” The blonde assured her. She had done what she could to keep the wet spots on her side of the bed. But the smell probably wouldn't help Rayen’s little issue.

“Well I need a shower tonight,” Rayen said. She pulled back her sticky, damp hair. Then climbed over Tegan. It had to be on purpose, a bit of teasing to serve as ****. But it didn’t really work. The blonde loved the sensation of their bodies rubbing together. And she really liked the sight of her wife’s big, round ass swinging with each step she took towards the master bath.

“Can I join you?” Tegan asked. She sat on the edge of the bed. There was one answer she really wanted. But the tall woman prided herself on respecting her lover’s boundaries.

Rayen stopped instantly. She slowly turned to look over her shoulder. Her smile was warm.

“Ahora y siempre, mi amor.”