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Tabitha and Felicia West
“Sweetie…? Sweetie?” The voice, muffled and soft, roused Felicia from her autonomous fixation. It took a few moments for her to reorient herself. She breathed deep and smiled. Her cheek rested against velvety wet skin with warm, brown thighs on either side of her head and the slender, snaking feeling of fingers in her hair.
She resumed her oral ministrations, her tongue lapping at the pussy and its abundant liquids. The body that the pussy belonged to squirmed. “Sweetheart,” the tone shifted. There was a restrained moan before the voice continued. “I already came, sweetie.”
Felicia sighed gently and pulled back, her brown eyes staring into a near identical set, only markedly different by a gentle set of crow’s feet at the corners. “Mom, I’m not finished yet,” Felicia whined. “Just… Cum again.”
“Sweetie,” the mature, motherly voice chided, “It’s almost bedtime and you’ve done nothing but eat my pussy.”
“Don’t you like it?” Felicia asked, feeling a bit confused.
“I love it, sweetheart, but it seems like all you do after school is masturbate until dinner and then eat my pussy until bedtime.”
“Well…” Felicia stalled. Tabitha, her mother, was correct.
“Don’t you have friends?” Tabitha gently asked.
“Well… Yeah.” Felicia pondered a moment before continuing, “But they don’t let me eat their pussies like you do.” Her tongue snaked back out for another shudder-inducing lick.
For a long moment, the living room was filled once more with the sounds of slurping and humming as Felicia kept going.
Tabitha sighed and didn’t push the issue. Besides, how many other women had oral sex on daily speed dial? Maybe the lesbian couple that went to church with her? But more than likely not many other women, especially those with husbands.
Tabitha had played the marriage game—it was how she ended up with her gorgeous daughter, Felicia, but it didn’t work out and Alvin had ditched them and moved to a whole other city. So Tabitha had passed the days by working and focusing on raising Felicia.
Being a working mom was hard, and Tabitha was loath to deny her daughter anything she wanted. So when she caught Felicia watching lesbian porn, she’d sat her down, had the talk, and made sure that Felicia felt comfortable in her sexuality. She never imagined that that talk would eventually lead to her daughter eagerly lapping at her own pussy every night.
It was welcome though. To a point. Tabitha definitely enjoyed the orgasms, especially after nearly a decade-long dry spell, broken up only by two men from the bar, a married man from church, and a woman she’d met through her job as a sales consultant for a semi-local plumbing contractor.
Nothing lasted, though. Nothing but her sweet girl, now a young woman.
The porn had, of course, led to Tabitha catching Felicia masturbating, which resulted in another talk and yet more loosened restrictions. Felicia started masturbating constantly, everywhere. Loudly. Which made Tabitha horny. One thing led to another, and with barely a word spoken between them, one night they just both masturbated to an hour-long video her daughter had found.
A one-time occurrence became a two-time occurrence, which became a weekly, then daily, thing.
Then, one night, after dinner. Felicia stood from the table, looked her mother in the eyes, told her ‘Thank you,’ and proceeded to bury her face in Tabitha’s pussy, pantieless from their masturbatory session earlier.
That, too, quickly became a daily thing. Leading to this very moment where Tabitha was hissing out a groan as her daughter’s tongue brought her to her third orgasm of the day.
Three was apparently the lucky number because Felicia lapped the stray juices from Tabitha’s recently-waxed vulva before giving her mother a deep kiss.
“Thanks, mom,” she said, grinning. Then she flopped back onto the other side of the couch and started browsing her phone.
She never asked for reciprocation.
Tonight, Tabitha decided, she would shatter that last boundary forever.
As Felicia leaned back, naked and unashamed, Tabitha followed in pursuit. She was nervous. Her stomach clenched. The last pussy she’d eaten was Janet’s nearly four years ago, and before that, her roommate’s—Kim—back in college when they were both drunk.
Felicia nearly dropped her phone when warm, wet, softness buried itself in her pussy. She stared down at the top of her mom’s head and the thick braids that spilled down her shoulders. Her mom’s mouth latched onto Felicia’s unshaved pussy, her delicate jaw separating the curl-covered lips. Her tongue sank deep and her full lips closed in on Felicia’s clit.
After four months of edging, and longer still living with the sexiest woman that Felicia had ever met, she nearly came right then and there. Fingers and toys were one thing, and she’d never been with anyone else. The sensations sent her into overload. She didn’t know what to do with her hands. Her back arched. Her stomach tightened. She bucked her hips.
Her mother didn’t stop, and after only a few more seconds, Felicia came. Her moans were shy and reserved, a habit leftover from when she tried to masturbate without getting caught.
Tabitha pulled back and ran a finger through her daughter’s tight curls. She smiled and kissed the smooth, brown skin of her daughter’s thighs, hot and feverish.
“Oh my god , Mom! ” Felicia finally said, incredulously. “You’re so good at eating pussy!”
“How would you know?” Tabitha teased.
“I know that the girls in porn don’t cum that fast.”
“Sweetheart, that’s all fake.”
Felicia made an annoyed face. “Well, I don’t cum that fast when I masturbate. Still. That was incredible.”
“Big difference between your own hand and a loving partner.”
“No shit,” Felicia sighed deeply.
“Language,” Tabitha said with a cocked eyebrow.
“Sorry, mom.”
“You’re forgiven,” Tabitha said, kissing Felicia’s pubes and thighs.
“Um… So… Will this be a…a thing? Normal?” Felicia brought her hands to her mouth, hiding a blush.
“Oh, sweetie, nothing about this is ‘normal’...” Felicia shrank at that. “But!” Tabitha traced a finger across Felicia’s taught stomach. “We can keep having our…special dessert.”
“Yay!” Felicia cheered and met her mother’s lips with her own.
For a while they lay there and snuggled, occasionally kissing until finally Tabitha forced Felicia to go get ready for bed.
“Maybe on the weekends,” Tabitha started, “you can come sleep in my bed. How does that sound?”
“Perfect,” Felicia said with a wide smile.