The kiss started soft but soon turned aggressive. Carla’s tongue pushed into Annabel’s mouth, and Annabel felt as if she was being penetrated, violated. But she was powerless to resist and wouldn’t have anyway. It felt too good.
Next thing Annabel knew, Carla’s hands were on her breasts. The touch was electric; Annabel felt her whole body stiffen, then relax. There was the beginning of a stirring down between her legs, a feeling of warmth and wetness that made her a little lightheaded.
Somewhere in the back of Annabel’s mind a voice was shouting, trying to get her attention. “This is wrong,” it was trying to tell her, “very very wrong!” But it was drowned out by the blood rushing through her veins as Carla squeezed her tits. Carla’s touch was somehow both possessive and tender; no one had ever touched Annabel quite that way before.
Breaking the kiss, Carla pulled Annabel’s shirt up over her head and off, and tossed it aside. Annabel was glad she’d decided to wear her nice black lace bra that day. Carla nodded approvingly and pressed her palms against Annabel’s nipples, which were hard as rocks, straining against the fabric of the bra.
Carla grinned at the effect she was having on her stepmother. Annabel’s chest was heaving, her breath was ragged, and her heart felt like it was going to leap out of her chest. Carla leaned forward and softly bit each nipple through the fabric of the bra. Annabel moaned, the first audible sound she’d made this whole time. Her eyes were closed now, so she couldn’t see Carla's face. But if she had she’d have seen a triumphant expression that translated as “You’re mine now.”
Carla kissed Annabel on the neck while reaching around to unhook her bra. A few seconds later, the bra joined the shirt on the floor. Carla pressed Annabel’s nipples with her thumbs. She had big ones, with perfect light brown areolae. Carla wanted to taste them, so she did.