EroticReverie

Macy

My pussy is soaked and becomes a fucking puddle in my jeans as my mother nods with permission to eat her out while my step father is downstairs. 

He won’t come up. I could lick her for the next three hours and he wouldn’t even bother to come find her or his son. 

I know something more happened. That my mother won’t tell me. There’s something going on with them other than his selfishness when it comes to wanting to make mother into a breeding cow instead of treating her like his fucking wife and the supposed love of his life. But I don’t ask her about it. I don’t push her on it because I’m too scared it will push her away from me. And I need her. I don’t want to ruin this. 

I kiss her soaked panties. She moans and my tongue drags over the damp fabric , my tongue lighting up at the taste of her through her panties. Tasting my mother’s pussy over and over as I let my tongue further soak her panties. 

“Macy” she breathes. 

“Shhhh” I whisper.

My brother is still feeding as I tug her panties to the side and look at her pussy. My nose nestled into her pubic hair as my fingers gently spread her lips and the tip of my tongue plays over her clit. 

She squirms in the seat. Her head going back and she moans softly. 

I know she’s already close. And I know nobody is coming up to interrupt us. So I take my time. Pausing between flicks of my tongue just to observe the way her pussy visibly throbs. Muscles clenching and begging for attention. Clit swelling and protruding as I push her flesh tight to the side to make it even more visible. 

“Mmm. Your clit is so pretty” I tell her. Because my mother’s cunt was fucking incredible. Porn stars would pay for a pussy this pretty. She was perfect. 

“I love looking at your pretty pussy” I say and lick up her cunt. 

“I love tasting it too, mmmm I fucking love tasting it so much” I exhale against her pussy. My eyes up on her. 

“Do you love when I taste it?” I ask and she moans. 

“Yes Macy” she exhales. Body trembling slightly as she moans quietly. 

“Do you love it more when I taste it, or when he does?” I ask and she whimpers.  

“You baby, you, god, you” she whines and I smile and kiss her clit. 

I didn’t have to ask. Because I knew. I knew my mother preferred my mouth. My lips and my tongue. I knew I took care of her better than any man ever could. And I’d spend the rest of my life making sure I only got better at it. Nobody would take my mother from me. Not anymore. She was all mine again. And this time she was more than my mother. Mine. Entirely. 

“Yeah, baby licks it good?” I hum in question as I lick her clit rough but slow. The pressure of my tongue giving her friction that has her cursing under her breath and her clit hard against my tongue. 

“Does baby lick it good mommy?” I ask her again and she moans. 

“Baby licks it so good” she pants and I moan loudly against her clit and suck it. I loved when her words crossed over into the dirtier side. 

“Yeah? Mommy’s clit likes her daughter’s tongue on this hot mommy pussy , , doesn’t she?” I hum and lick down to her cunt. Playing with her entrance. Licking over it. Around it. Prodding her cunt with the tip of my tongue as she whimpers. 

“Macy, fuck, just make me cum baby” she moans softly. Breathing harder and harder. 

“Tell me to lick your mommy pussy” I moan and drag my tongue up slowly to her clit. 

“Lick it baby, lick my mommy pussy” she moans and I groan. 

“Say it again, it’s so sexy” I moan. 

“Lick my mommy pussy” she breathes. “Lick that fucking mommy pussy like a good little girl” she moans and I curse. My tongue going to fucking work.

“Oh god, oh god, yes baby”

“Right there, that’s it. Right there Macy”

“Just like that, lick mommy’s clit just like that” 

“Good girl, good girl, oh god, good girl Macy” 

I was going to cum myself. Just listening to her while tasting her. 

“Fuck, that little tongue was made for mommy’s clit” she whines. 

My pussy pulses the dirtier her words get. How easily they fall from her lips when she’s like this. Right on the edge and needy and desperate. 

“That’s my pretty girl, fuck Macy, that’s my girl”

“Good girl, good girl”

“Mommy’s gonna cum , oh god, your soft little tongue is gonna make mommy cum on your pretty mouth” she cries and I groan and suck her clit as she arches her back hard and her legs shake and her orgasm takes over. 

I lick and I suck as she pants. As she cries out a bit too loud as her climax peaks and she doesn’t even try to silence herself. Another loud moan fills the room, probably the hall. Maybe even the steps to the downstairs. I hum on her clit as I finish her off. Knowing when she’s had too much. When she needs my mercy. My mouth doesn’t want to leave her. But I kiss her clit and the over to her thigh and place soft kisses on her skin as her legs quiver and she drips from her cunt down to her ass cracks. And onto the fabric of the cushion on the rocking chair. I gently readjust her panties and slide her dress down her still shaky legs and then stand and take my brother who passed out milk drunk sometime during it. 

I position him on my chest and head near my shoulder as I gently bounce and pat his back. He fusses slightly as my mouth just sits there. Breathing. Coming down from her orgasm. Footsteps coming up the stairs. And that’s a fucking surprise. But I suppose I had good timing. Me and her exchange a look. Hers a bit wide eyed. As if telling me that was close and I just smile as his footsteps carry toward the bedroom. 

“Are you making dinner?” He asks. No hello to her. Or how was your day. Or I missed you. No hello to me. Or his son. As if we’re also being somewhat punished for my mother wanting fucking autonomy of her own body. Fucking asshole. I never realized until after my little brothers birth what a fucking asshole he is. How useless he is. 

“Make it yourself.” I say before I can think better of it. 

His head jerks. 

“Excuse me?” He asks. He’s shocked. We’ve always gotten along. He’d been a good step father. But now I realize he was barely above decent. He was a bare minimum guy. And I realize now looking back. What a fucking misogynist he is. 

“She’s not your maid and not your mother. Make it yourself.” I say. 

“Macy” my mother says and stands. My step dad just blinking like a fucking idiot. I’ve never really talked back to him. Never  had any animosity toward him until recently. My tone and my words were making his brain spin. And he was having trouble deciding how he was going to respond because he’s never encountered this. His step daughter talking to him like he was a piece of shit. 

He decides to go with a laugh. Nervous at first. Then a real one. He thinks I’m fucking joking. I just glare at him. My jaw set. His laughs ebbs. His brows furrowing in confusion when he realizes it’s not a joke. 

“She always makes dinner.” He says. 

“She does.” I say. “Dinners that go cold before you decide to come home to your family.” I say. 

“Macy!” My mother pleads. But fuck it. I wasn’t stupid. I know what it meant when a man started working late. Ontop of him not bothering to fuck his gorgeous wife. 

“I work late. It’s been busy.” He says. Making himself weak excuses. 

“Yeah. I bet it’s been real fucking busy.” I say. His eyes widen at my language and my mother takes my brother. 

“Macy, stop” she says in a hushed whisper. 

“I’m your father, you don’t talk to me like that” he says. 

“Step.” I say. “Step father.” 

His nostrils flare. He wasn’t acting stupid now. He was acting angry. Because how dare a teenage girl he’s “raised” for most of her life not give him the title of father he thought he deserved. 

“Right. Step father. Because your biological one…he’s around…” he says and looks around. Pretending to look for a man I’ve never met. 

“Stop it!” My mother yells. “Don’t you dare fucking say another word to her!” She says. Crying. 

“I’ve housed you. Fed you. Gave you a fucking education. Clothed you.” He growls as he steps closer. 

“Stop, stop it” she says and pushes at his chest. 

“You ungrateful little bitch” he growls. And there it is. The real him. The one he’s been showing us ever since my mother killed his fucking breeding dreams. 

“Don’t you speak to her like that!” My mother says and pushes harder at him. Trying to get him from me. To back him up as he tries to intimidate me. 

“Get your fucking hand off me” he says grabbing my mother’s wrist and throwing it roughly away from him. 

“Don’t you fucking touch her!” I yell and slap his hand after he’s dropped her wrist and then my mother screams as his hand goes to my throat. 

My brother is crying and my mother is putting him down in the crib as he wails and my head thunks against the wall as he pushes me by my neck. My mother’s hands clawing at him. Trying to pull at his arm that has his hand choking me against the wall. 

“Let go of her!” My mother wails on his arm. 

“You’ll give me a fucking apology” he growls through his teeth and my chin lifts. 

“Fuck you” I say. And spit right in his face.