Surprised by Mom

India Summer gets home, finds the back door wide open, and is ready to dial 911 when she hears a familiar slap-slap-slap from the couch. Stepdaughter Jenna Sativa’s got her legs flung wide, buck naked, slamming a brand-new strap-on way too fast and way too hard. India rolls her eyes and grins. “Kid, you’ve gotta warm up before you murder yourself like that.” Jenna yelps, tries to snatch a pillow, but the purple dick flops right off the couch. Sex-shop impulse buy on her eighteenth birthday. She’s never actually used it with anyone. India loves a teachable moment—she’s put straps on plenty and still feels both girls are fair game, legally and otherwise. “Two can use it. Want me to show you?” A beat of red-faced hesitation, then Jenna’s nodding so hard her hair bounces. India sets the harness aside, leans in, kisses slow and dirty until Jenna’s cunt is glistening, shiny, desperate. Only then does she buckle up, tease the fat head against her stepdaughter’s slick folds, and sink every inch home. Jenna’s knees shake, her mouth drops open, and she learns exactly how big that thing can feel when Mommy knows what she’s doing.