Surprised by Mom

India Summer walks in and the back door is wide open. Before she phones the cops, a little moan stops her cold. She creeps into the living room and there’s Jenna Sativa on the couch, tits out, legs spread, sliding a big strap-on over her slick slit like she’s not sure what to do with it. India smirks, shakes her head. Girl’s grown, but she’s still clueless. Jenna yelps and tries to cover up, caught red-handed with the toy still buzzing in her fist. India asks where she even got it. Jenna admits she bought it on her eighteenth birthday and they handed it over like it was a starter kit. India’s been on both ends of a strap before, so she steps in. Two people need that cock, she says, not one nervous hand. Jenna bites her lip, curious, then nods—she wants the lesson. India drops the harness, tells her they warm the pussy up first. They kiss, slow and dirty. Jenna’s shaved lips part, her little blonde pussy starts to drip down the crack of her ass. When she’s soaked and shaking, India straps up, lines up, and sinks that thick toy inside. Jenna gasps, eyes wide, finally learning how a real woman fucks her open.