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 grip 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.
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