I'm Afraid Mommy

Goldie has a thing for horror flicks, but when they get too intense her nerves spike and she jumps. Nina Elle, her step-mom, is always game to keep her girl company. They settle on the couch, Nina's fingers gliding through Goldie's long blonde hair as the movie starts. Things turn steamy on screen and Nina clocks the R-rating. Before she can hit pause Goldie laughs and says she's old enough now. Then a killer lunges from the dark and Goldie yelps, burying her face in her mommy's cleavage. Nina's pulse is racing too. Once the scare fades, the movie cuts to two girls stripping, kissing, and fingering each other in tiny thongs. Nina shoots up to kill the TV, flustered. Goldie owns up: she's curious, wonders if she's into girls, and has zero real experience—never even touched herself. Nina decides she can teach her that much at least. They peel off their clothes on the couch, Goldie's small, perky natural tits brushing the air while Nina's big bouncy breasts hang heavy beside them. They lean back, legs spread, and Nina talks Goldie through rubbing her clit and sliding fingers into her wet pussy. The on-screen moans help, but Goldie keeps stealing glances at the real blonde beauty next door. Soon the fantasy isn't enough, and the two of them end up tangled—mouths, hands, and hot, slick skin—until Nina works Goldie's first shuddering orgasm out of her with slow, knowing strokes.