Fornicating Felicia(f/f)                     
by
Tayla


Disclaimer: This is a work of pure fiction intended for adult entertainment.


I am the 33-year old mother of two boys aged 7 and 6. We are left alone at
least two weeks out of a month because my husband's job requires that he
travel across the country frequently. We hired a girl from the neighborhood
to be a companion/babysitter when need be and to do light housework with me
on the weekends.

Felicia lived two doors down and was in and out of here all the time. The
boys loved her because she was horsed around with them. When my husband was
away, I loved her, too but in a much different way. You see, I am a very
sexual person, needing it all the time. With him on the road so much, what
else could I do but pursue my pleasures elsewhere? I pursued Felicia. I
wasn't cheating. Not really, was I? Here's how it all started.

Felicia didn't have classes at her high school one Friday last spring. She
called to see if I wanted her to work that day instead of the next. I told
her to come on over and do the boys' rooms while they were at school. I
hadn't dressed yet and was having another cup of coffee when she came
in. Felicia was tall, fully developed with thick, straight blonde hair
pulled into a ponytail. Her young breasts pushed at the t-shirt that was
tucked into her Daisy Duke cutoffs. She made a beautiful 16-year old
package, glasses and all. Her problem was that she didn't see herself as a
pretty young woman. Not a lick of self-confidence emanated from her. No
boyfriends either. She rarely looked me or my husband in the eyes, even
when we were paying her. She probably saw herself as a gawky teenager, but
I saw her as a potential playmate.

Upstairs, passing by one of the boys' rooms, I noticed Felicia bending over
picking up a toy. Her little ass was so cute as it tried to escape the legs
of the brief shorts. I started getting wet thinking about kissing it. Yes,
I have kissed female ass before. And I've done many more things as well. A
few months before I met my husband, I struck up a conversation at
intermission with a violinist who was part of the little orchestra that was
playing in the park during lunch time. Over liquid refreshment, she looked
me in the eye and said she was going to take me home and fuck my brains
out. I could hardly concentrate on the rest of the concert as I watched
her, all prim and proper on stage and thought about what she'd said. I
called in sick after lunch. She did take me home with her and I didn't
resurface for two days. I was eaten, screwed, my orifices inserted with
pleasurable objects and kissed all over a million times.

I wanted to do those things with Felicia if I could seduce her. I walked on
to our bedroom, then called her in. "Felicia, come here. I'd like to show
you something in the mirror."

"Yes, ma'am," she answered, scarily. She probably thought her job was in
jeopardy.

I led her to the free-standing dressing mirror, inherited from my
grandmother. I loved looking at myself--5'8", 120 pounds, auburn hair,
green eyes and always sexually charged--in this mirror. With my hands on
her shoulders, I said "Look at yourself, Felicia. Now look at me looking at
you. This is how other people look at you. Admiringly. They see a beautiful
young woman. You must learn have more confidence in yourself and your
looks. Haven't I always told you how fine and beautiful you are? Why don't
you believe me?"

"No, Ms. Liz. I'm a klutz and I'm too big for my age. I wear glasses---"

I pulled the glasses away and put them on the night table. "See, Felicia,
you look wonderful without them. And look at these young, high
breasts. Magnificient!" I brushed my palms across the hardening nipples.

"Ms. Liz, please don't," she said, shakily.

"Why not, Felicia. Doesn't this feel good to you? It makes me feel good to
touch you. Here, let me help you take this shirt off so you can see me
touch you. Pleasure is everything. Good. Now, the bra."  I rubbed and
squeezed her breasts as we watched in the mirror. I was hot and wet. I had
to have her today. I placed a few kisses on her shoulders as I pinched the
hardened nipples. She sighed. I unbelted my robe to free my own hard
nipples pressing against her back. "Do you like what I'm doing to you,
Felicia?" I asked as I zipped the shorts down slowly.

"No--Yes, ma'am. But this isn't right, is it?"

"If it makes you feel good, it's perfectly all right. And you feel so good
to me Felicia. Relax, honey. I'm going to put my hand inside your panties
now and touch your pussy. I need to feel you. Watch me in the mirror. Be
wet for me, sweetheart. Oh, yes!" I caressed her pussy as I lightly rotated
my own on her shorts. "Felicia, you do know my mouth will replace my hand,
don't you?"

"Really, ma'am?" she moaned as I rubbed her clit hard. She had her first
orgasm with a human being while watching the whole scene in a mirror.

"It's time, Felicia. Step out of the shorts. I intend to make both of us
feel even better, sweetheart." I gently pushed her on the bed, then
repositioned the mirror. I wanted her to watch me as I ate her out. I stuck
two fingers part of the way in her and attacked her clit. Felicia began to
cum within seconds, gushing girl-juice everywhere. I lapped up every bit,
making sure my tongue found all the little folds where her treasure might
be hiding. When I pushed my long stiff tongue inside her and explored, she
came over and over as I held her fast with my mouth and hands.

When I rose from between her legs to look at her, she was sprawled out on
my bed, sexually spent. She was looking steadily into my eyes for the very
first time, mouth open, waiting for my kisses. I crawled on top of her
well-eaten pussy and showed it no mercy as I rode her hard, cumming and
cumming. Before the morning was over, Felicia learned to eat me. That head
with its thick, blond ponytail was bobbing between my legs like an
expert. Proudly, I watched her in the mirror as I was cumming again.

Later during the summer, I took Felicia's virginity with a realistic rubber
dick I bought at a sex shop in New York city. It was secreted away in the
back of my own closet in a shoe bag where my husband would never
look. Felicia really liked me to manually fuck her with it and I loved
looking into her face when she came on it. On the day I shoved it in her
ass, as my lover had done with me, that little 16-year old cried and begged
me not to stop. The next time I went into the city, I bought a nice
strap-on to add to my collection. That way I could have my hands free to
explore as I dicked her.

Felicia's mom called me a few months later, thanking me for giving her
daughter a job. She said Felicia's self-confidence had gone through the
roof and she even thinking about dating. "Honey," I said after clicking the
phone off and she'd raised her head from between my legs, "that was your
mom on the phone. She's very pleased with your social progress. So am I
sweetheart," I said as I rubbed her head with one hand. "Suck me harder,
darling. Yes, that's it. Do it, Felicia. I'm cumming, baby," I screamed as
I dropped the telephone to the floor.

I regularly fucked Felicia until she went off to college a year and a half
later. Her mom remarried and moved her new husband into their house. She
didn't keep close tabs on her daughter as she'd done before. Felicia spent
a lot of extra time at my house when my husband was not there. Sometimes
overnight. On those nights we never slept. One night my youngest stood at
my bedroom door in the middle of the night. He'd heard noises and thought
his daddy was home. Luckily, the room was dark and we were under the covers
because I was on top of Felicia, seriously screwing her, our bodies joined
by the flexible new two-headed dick I'd bought yesterday. Still half
asleep, he went back to his room after my reassurance that his daddy was
coming home tomorrow. But mommy was still fucking sweet Felicia and mommy
was cumming-- now!.

Don't get me wrong. I love my husband and we still have fantastic sex. But
I do so love doing the forbidden with her when he's gone.

 
           If you do anything worthwhile today, "do it" with a woman.