EroticReverie

Macy

"Shit" I hiss as my mother presses the softest fucking kiss to my clit. Her thumbs have my pussy spread open, my lips pulled wide, my throbbing clit exposed as she blows softly on it and flicks the very tip of her tongue at the desperate flesh. 

"mommy" I cry, back arching, wanting to look at her, but unable to, because every single fucking thing she does has me out of my mind with pleasure. 

"mmmhmmm, mommy's here Macy" she coos and I nearly fucking lose it again. This...was a fucking dream come true. Not just her giving into exploring a new relationship with her daughter, but calling herself Mommy? Talking to me the way I talk to her? Life will never be the fucking same. I could never want another woman after this. Nothing would compare to my mothers tongue grazing my fucking clit. 

My hips jump at the contact as her tongue drags lightly up over it. Every limb , quivering as I whimper, and push my head into the bed , my fists clenching in the sheets, and she's barely fucking begun. Two orgasms in, without her even touching my fucking pussy. That....that is how much I loved my mother. That her just touching and kissing me, was enough to send me over the edge. 

but this? Oh god. Her tongue on my clit? On my actual pussy? I wasnt expecting this. I wasnt expecting her to ever reciprocate, but good fucking god, hell yes, shit yes, none of the words my brain was throwing around were anything worth saying out loud, because I wasnt even sure they were words, but different words jumbles together, because I couldnt function properly right now. Didnt even want to. 

"Mmmm, you taste beautiful Macy" she moans and lets her tongue taunt and tease my clit, barely fucking tasting me at all. 

Her tongue draws circles around the outside of my clit, moaning to herself as I keep bucking, and trembling, my clit throbbing for more attention as she tortures me. 

"why don't we taste your pussy now , baby?" she moans and her tongue lick up around my clit, back down the other side and her tongue falls down to my cunt, and her thumbs slide down, spreading me open, right there where my arousal drips and she kisses my pussy, her lips pressed against where Im dripping, her tongue slipping out and flicking at my entrance as I groan and pull at the fucking sheets. 

"m-..mommy" I cry out and she moans as she slips her tongue into me, and I curse, back arching hard as I feel her tongue wiggle and move and fuck me gently , in and out, in and out, licking at my walls and then sucking at my pussy, kissing my entrance and making out with my arousal soaked cunt. 

"what a wet pussy" she moans, and licks back to my clit, and I hiss and cry out, her tongue dropping back down, lapping over my cunt, licking it over and over slowly, making out with my fucking aching pussy.

"your cum tastes so much sweeter than your fathers" she moans, and I fucking lose it. Her mouth isnt even touching me as I orgasm. My pussy pulsing, my clit throbbing and she sucks my clit then, and I scream. 

Her head partially nodding as she sucks at my clit, and I buck against her mouth, cursing my head off as I orgasm on her mouth. She'd compared me to him, told me I was better, even if was just my taste. I'd lost it that very second. I'd wanted to be better than him, wanted her to love me more than him, wanted to be her favorite everything. 

I pant as she removes her mouth from my clit and my hands grab her face and she smiles up at me when I finally lift my head and look at her. Her mouth , glsitening, her chin wet. I pull her up to me, whimpering as she drags her tits over mine and brings her pussy soaked mouth to mine and I taste myself. I taste my pussy...on my mothers mouth. 

My tongue pushes over her mouth and the kiss is sloppy and messy, but we're both kissing passionately and rolling from one side, to the other, all over the bed as our mouths move over each others lips, chins, jaws and necks. Taking turns on making out with one anothers flesh, my mouth sucking at her neck, her hand pulling at my hair.

"dont leave a mark" she pants and I moan and fucking bite her. Its gentle, but she hisses. 

"Macy, don't" she moans and I lick the spot. 

"I'm the one who makes you cum now...I should be able to mark you if I want to" I say, even though I know I cant, that this has to remain a secret, that I cant leave love bites and hickeys on my mothers flesh for my father to find.

I roll us again, her on her back this time.

"Why dont i leave it somewhere else then?" i ask and she moans. 

"Macy, no" she says and I dip my head down, kissing over her breasts. 

"How about here? " I ask, licking the side of her breast.

"I'm the only one that see theses other than Maxwell" I smirk and she flinches. 

"He may not touch me anymore, but he could still SEE it Macy" she says, and I realize I've struck a nerve I didnt honestly mean to.  

"I'm sorry." I say and she turns her head and then pushes up. 

"We should...I should go check on Maxwell." she sits up and I sag slightly onto the bed, as I watch her look around for her clothes. 

"I didn't mean it like that. I'm sorry." I say, because the last thing I wanted to do was hurt her feelings. I mean, she's the one that compared me to him by our tastes. 

"It's fine. I'm fine. I just need to check on your brother." she says.

"He's napping, he's fine, come back to be-" 

"Get dressed Macy." she says, and leaves the room. 

Not again. I'd just driven her from me. Again. Now she was going to fucking go reanalyzze everything, and say how wrong it was that we were doing this. And it was my fault because I opened my stupid mouth, and struck a chord. 

But it was true. He hasnt touched her. He used to be all over her, constantly. But it's like ever since Maxwell was born, that a switch was flipped. The man I watched adore her and not be able to keep his hands off her, or pass by her without a kiss on the cheek, or her shoulder, or her mouth. He didnt do any of the anymore.  Hank isn't a bad man, and as far as I could ever tell, he was always great to my mother, worshipped the ground he walked on. And now? Because she didnt want to have more kids? When they'd already made four together? I know, Im not Hank's by blood, but  I also know he considers me his kid, he's raised me with her since I was seven.  The man has four kids, and step daughter, and he wanted more. And my mother didnt. Didnt he see that she was tired? Of course it's easy for a man to decide how many kids he wants, when he's not the one carrying them around for nine months.  But how could her not wanting more children be the only thing that mattered? My mother was beautiful. She's fucking hot too. No, Im not biased either. How could that ONE thing make him lose his attraction to her? She's fucking perfect. 

If it bothers me this much, I guess I cant imagine how much it bothers her. To know her daughter wants to do the things to her that her husband should be doing. That I want to fuck her and make love to her, and that I think she's the sexiest woman alive, when her husband no longer does. 

I don't follow after her. Because I don't know what to say, or what to do. My mood for pleasure is faded the fuck out now, watching her get her feelings hurt by something I said. So I go to the bathroom, clean up a little. Then go to my bedroom. I shut the door, and lay down and turn on my side, looking at all the pictures on my wall. Some with friends, some of family. But at least half of them, are me with her. 

I stare at the one of us together when she'd just moved out of her parents house and she was on her own, raising a two year old. A friend of hers had taken the photo, me sitting on her lap in a disney princess, footie pajama , my smiling big, my chubby cheeks nearly making my eyes disappear as she makes a silly face at me. 

A tear rolls down my cheek. Guilty tears, for wishing it was only ever me and her. I always wanted her all to myself, and was a good big sister to my siblings, but I often wished, it was only ever me. And I knew that made me a bad sister. But I see that picture, from a time where we had nothing...but we had everything, we had all we needed. We had each other. 

Maybe its not fair to my mother, that I fell in love with her. That I'd developed a crush on her pretty much around the time I hit puberty. Not her fault that the internet introduced me to a plethora of porn themes, and my faovrite just so happened to be lesbians. And my saved tabs were all mother/daughter role plays. 

I lay there for a bit, and then hear my door open as I'm just staring at the wall. 

"I made lunch." Her voice floats into the room and I swallow. Closing my eyes. 

"I'm not really hungry." I say. 

"Macy." she says gently. 

"I'm tired." I say. 

"Macy, please. Come downstairs." she says and I keep my eyes closed, not wanting to face her. This was my fault. I was causing her grief, and stress, when all I wanted to do was love her. 

"I think you were right." I say. 

There's silence. 

"About what?" she asks. 

"We shouldnt do this anymore." I say. 

She's silent. Too silent and I'm holding my breath.

"If that's what you want." she says, and before I can respond, the shuts gently and her presence is gone from the room and I feel a tear, slip from the corner of my eye onto my pillow.