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Wicked Web - Stepmom's A Bitch

Date: 10/7/2014, Categories: Taboo, Author: ChrissieLecker, Rating: 44, Source: LushStories

Becky pushed a second finger inside me. I desperately shook my head at her, mouthing, “Stop,” but she just smiled back wickedly and twisted her fingers, sending shock waves through my pussy. I had reached for my cup, but I abandoned the effort, afraid that I’d end up spilling it. My tender nipples brushed against the pajama top with each breath. I was being skillfully masturbated at the breakfast table, under the eyes of my dad’s girlfriend, and while it felt incredibly wrong, I was wax under Becky’s naughty ministrations. “You have beautiful breasts,” Becky declared, staring unabashedly at Clare’s exposed tit. I tried to grasp what was going on here, but the fingers moved faster and faster in and out of my pussy, and I had to use all my self-control not to start moaning. “Thank you,” Clare answered, still not hiding anything, “that’s nice of you. I’m working out a lot to keep my body in shape.” Her eyes turned back to me, and I gripped the seat hard while I tried not to let her see the pleasure that was racing through me. “I wonder why you’re so quiet, Miranda. Is something wrong? You look flushed.” I couldn’t answer. I knew that any attempt to say something would end up as a deep moan. I bit my lip and tried to will her to look away. “It’s because I’m finger-fucking her.” It took me a second or two to process Becky’s words. Clare’s eyes widened, and she stared hard at Becky, daring her to tell her that this was a joke. Instead, Becky started to move her whole hand instead ... of just her fingers, and I thought I would die from shame when the slapping, squelching sounds from under the table confirmed her words. Clare’s eyes widened, but then she leaned back in her chair, letting her robe fall open all the way, and I could see her nipples tighten. She was turned on by this! And I was too! Becky pushed her fingers all the way inside me and flicked my clit hard with her thumb, once, twice, and when she touched it for the third time, it was as if she flicked over a switch. I couldn’t suppress the pleasure any longer, wave after wave hit me like a whiplash, and with a deep moan I came, grabbing the edge of the table and bending forward, rocking and whimpering in shameful delight. It took me ages to calm down, and I couldn’t meet Clare’s eyes. So I closed mine when I sat back upright and only whimpered, “Oh god! Oh my god!” Until her sarcastic question of, “That good, ey?” poured fresh shame over me. To my relief, she finished her coffee quickly. “I have to take care of something, you two love-birds take your time and finish breakfast.” I felt like I had a good idea what exactly she had to take care of, but I forced myself not to think about it. Instead, as soon as Clare had left the room, I turned to Becky. “What the hell did you do that for?” She smiled back innocently. “Because it was fun?” “I almost died of shame!” I hissed back. “Don’t do that ever again! That was wrong on so many counts!” She shrugged. “Okay. I thought you might enjoy it. Well, you ...