Keeping Step Mom's Kitty Happy

See those eyes? That's me enjoying my morning fill of my step mom's milky, sweet pussy on the bathroom counter after dad leaves for work. She and dad have been married for eight years, long enough for the sex to get uninteresting. And, he doesn't ever go down on her. I love eating pussy, though my boyfriend doesn't know about it. So, Sarah and I, we just take care of each other in this one way. I get to enjoy the rich flavor of her achy vagina on a daily basis, and she gets to lay back and be pampered by a young, hot girl who loves her and is focused entirely on her pleasure.

How did it start? With a simple conversation. She's more mother to me than my own mom, who I rarely see due to her alcohol problems. Sarah has always been there for me. When I opened up to her about my curiosity about women, she told me she'd had a fling in high school with a girl on the volleyball team. They shared motel rooms when they were playing away games and had lots of experimental girl sex. I got really turned on by her talking about it. She told me she missed it and that if we could keep it between ourselves, she'd be willing to let me experiment with her.

I couldn't get her panties off fast enough. I can remember it like it was yesterday, though it's been a few years now. That first taste of her drippy pussy on the blue sofa in our old house. She held her labia open, exposing the pink, smooth skin inside. She was already wet when I lay my tongue against her clit for the first time. I caressed her there, pulling gently on her lips, darting my tongue around her opening and finally up inside it. She told me over and over again how beautiful I am, and how good I made her feel. My heart fluttered every time she said it. I'd given one boy a blowjob at that time. Sarah's vagina was so much sexier. And I loved how she watched me, enjoying me discovering her body, exploring sex with a woman with her. She guided me through it that first time, teaching me how to please her and what made her cum. The first time she had an orgasm while my mouth was filled with her vagina, there was no turning back for me.

Now, I come into her bathroom every morning and we don't really even say much. She's like my morning coffee, only better. I push her back on the counter, or maybe on the bed. Or I might get in the shower with her. She opens her legs for me and I take her pussy in between my lips. I like to draw her labia out between them, sucking gently and probing her with my fingers.

I can read the signs in her body when she's ready to climax. She does this thing with her lips, rearing her head back. A fresh wash of wetness flows from her into my mouth. She likes it when I gently finger her clit while I'm lapping at her labes. Her thighs wiggle and her muscles contract. Then she starts to breathe deeply. Her chest heaves. Her breasts point up and outward with hard nipples. Sometimes she says my name out loud and calls me "baby", which I absolutely love. Other times she just moans louder and louder until she's clenching and cumming.

Then, I lick her clean while she watches. I stand up and she kisses me deeply, taking her taste from my tongue as our boobs mash together in a mother-daughter embrace. "I love you mom," I whisper in her ear as she nuzzles my neck.

"I love you too, baby." She says back and kisses me again. Then we go on about our day. Sometimes I fantasize about her at night, touching myself and imagining us on a trip together or stealing away to a hotel room for a night of lesbian sex. If dad and my boyfriend only knew!