Pussy to mouth Stories

“Daphne, how many drinks have you had tonight?” “Ugh, Mother, who the hell’s counting?” Delilah slapped her daughter on the cheek, hard. “Ow, what the hell!” Daphne rubbed her stinging cheek and glared at her mother, her hazel eyes flashing. The two of them looked similar in many ways: both had bobbed black hair styled with a headband, red lipstick, and a face that was beautiful even when roused to anger. Delilah was shor...

I woke up the next morning, thankful I didn’t have to go to work. I would have three days of work before New Year’s Eve. Nothing was pressing, so my mind was relaxed in that respect. I rolled over and Cynthia was not in bed. I listened. She was not in the bathroom, and then the aroma of coffee brewing caught my attention. Cynthia came into the bedroom wearing her warm Christmas robe. She sat on the edge of the bed and kis...