“Are you sure you’re not upset?” LeeAnne asked. “You know that your father and I are just looking out for you, is all.”
“No, I get that,” Chloë said. “Well, I get that now. At first, I was a little annoyed but Morgan helped me see things differently.”
“Speaking of Morgan,” LeeAnne said, taking a seat on the sofa. “I’m jealous that your father got to meet her and I haven’t yet.” She paused. “Although, from what I understand, technically I already have met her, is that right?”
Chloë blinked.
“She didn’t do anything wrong!” she exclaimed.
LeeAnne’s eyebrows shot up.
“What do you mean?” she asked.
“I don’t want you thinking that Morgan was, like, scoping me out while I was in high school or anything like that!”
LeeAnne appeared genuinely flabbergasted at the suggestion. She stood back up and approached her daughter, rubbing Chloë’s upper arms in a soothing manner.
“Sweetie, I was thinking no such thing! Please believe me!”
Chloë looked at her.
“Are you sure?”
“Positive,” LeeAnne stated. “No, in fact, I think it’s remarkable the way the world works, you know? You two finding each other after all this time and then deciding to date! And you didn’t even need to use an app! It would make a good story.”
Smiling, Chloë said, “Yeah, it would.”
“But I will ask—only because I’m a mother and I can’t help myself: how much older than you is she?”
Chloë sighed impatiently.
“She’s thirty-six.”
“And I’m fine with that,” LeeAnne insisted. “I just want to make sure you’re good with it.”
“I promise, I am,” Chloë told her. She was about to confess to LeeAnne that, in fact, she was usually attracted to older women when her Alexa chimed.
“I’m reminding you,” the digital assistant said, “tell Morgan to stop licking my pussy.”
Chloë felt all the color drain from her face as she stared open-mouthed at her mother.
“Oh my god! I can explain!”
***
The next evening, sometime before dinner, Chloë’s thighs were wet, the molten juices from her core trickling down them as she continued thrusting into Morgan who was bent over the tiny dining table, her breasts mashed against the tabletop, her ponytail tight in Chloë’s hand. Chloë was nude except for the black high-heeled pump sandals on her feet which were giving her just that extra added bit of height needed to really be able to push the strap-on dildo deep inside Morgan. The dildo was from her own collection and the great thing about this particular model, was that it also vibrated. Not only was that good for Morgan, whose lust-filled moans and screams signaled to Chloë just how much Morgan was loving this toy, but it was also good for Chloë because the vibrating base of the dildo in the harness was position
ed just above her clit and with each thrust of her hips her swollen bud felt like it was jolted with electricity.
She had already come twice just from fucking Morgan like this, getting off not only because of the vibrations but from the sense of power she felt taking Morgan from behind like this, especially with her hand yanking Morgan’s ponytail, her girlfriend demanding often that she pull it harder.
“Fuck, Chloë!” Morgan screamed now. “I’m coming again! Oh, fuck! Oh, fuuuuck…!” And then she was thrusting her ass back against the dildo as this orgasm hit.
Chloë came undone also, so hard this time she almost lost her balance on her high heels because her legs threatened to quit supporting her, they were quivering so hard. She felt her pussy clench rhythmically and her come gushing out of her, adding to the slick and dripping mess on her thighs that was starting to flow even further south, heading to her knees.
“Oh my god!” Morgan uttered, sounding exhausted, spent.
For her part, Chloë collapsed her upper body on top of Morgan’s now, her rock-hard nipples poking into Morgan’s back. The waves of her climax still had her in their grip, rolling through her, making her twitch and moan and gasp.