Mommy's Secrets

Jenna was knee-deep in laundry when she decided enough was enough—Mommy had taken her phone a week ago, so hiding-spot or not, she was getting it back. What she found first instead was this smooth, hot-pink S-shaped silicone thing rolled up in panties like it had something to prove. No label, just a fat curve on one end and a slimmer tip on the other. Jenna held it to the light and let her mind run right off the rails. Then the door banged open. Gracie—six years older, zero boundaries—grinned like Christmas came twice. "Holy shit. You actually got your hands on Mom’s favorite prostate vibe." Jenna scrambled, pink toy still clenched in her fist. One interrogation later, Gracie knew every gory detail. Jenna’s question slipped out raw: "Is it weird if you… y’know… back there?" Gracie smirked, peeled off her shirt, and answered with her body instead. Clothes hit the floor in two swipes. Gracie slicked the toy with a fat stripe of lube, spread Jenna over Mom’s bedspread, and fed the smaller end in with steady, merciless pressure. Jenna gasped, hips twitching, the first fat stretch turning to syrupy heat as the curve settled snug against her prostate. Gracie’s free hand stroked Jenna’s clit while the vibe began its slow insistent pulse—short thrusts, tiny circles, zero mercy. Every push ratcheted the pressure higher until Jenna’s legs locked and she came in a shaking, moan-drunk rush that refused to stop until Gracie finally thumbed the toy off. Jenna lay there quivering, ass clenching emptily, convinced nothing in her sex life would ever feel that lethal again.