This is just an idea I had and decided to write. The next installment of "Control: Who Wants It?" will be my next post and will definitely be posted by the end of the month. Again I welcome suggestions for new ideas, but realize that there are some areas that I don't think I would write all that well.
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"Ohh, yes there do it, yessss mooomyyy." Zelma pulled on her dark nipples as the tongue moved in her pussy and her orgasm rocked her body with its force. Her breath came in sharp gasps as the slim nineteen year old Arabic woman reveled in the aftershock of her orgasm. When her breathing returned to normal she looked down at her friend Sophie, who made a comical sight, covered in Zelma's cum and frowning.
"Sophie, what's with that look, I thought you enjoyed my taste?" Sophie's eyes narrowed and she stood grabbing a cloth to wipe her face. She waited until she was sure she was finished drying herself before turning back to Zelma seated on the bed with her arms crossed.
"I do enjoy how you taste, but I'm not a slut. I want to date you and would it kill you to return the favor. However the part that really irks me is the fact that when I go down on you, you're not even here with me. Do you think I'm deaf or that I'm so lost in you that I would fail to notice that you call out "mommy" when you cum." Sophie retrieved her clothes and Zelma said nothing. After she had dressed Sophie glared at Zelma daring her to speak. Zelma shrugged.
"Fine. I see no reason to lie to you. Yes, I am in love with my mother, I dream about her kneeling before me, serving my needs." Sophie stared wide-eyed shaking her head.
"You would rather moon over your mother than enjoy a relationship with me? Fine (bitch) I don't intend to do this again." Sophie turned to open the door when Zelma spoke.
"You work at the lab tomorrow, right? We still on for lunch?" Sophie tensed up and the hand that had been reaching for the door was now clenching into a fist.
"You're unbelievable, I have all but said that I don't want to see you anymore." She inhaled quickly and exhaled in a hiss. "Fine. I'll meet you at the café, usual time." Sophie just suppressed the urge to slam the door behind her. Zelma lay back idly stroking between her legs as she thought about her mother. Her mother, Dima, features similar to her own, however with darker skin as she was from Saudi Arabia and Zelma's father had been a lighter skinned American. Zelma considered her mother's breasts, which she had ogled on occasion like a horny teenage boy. Zelma had seized every opportunity to hug her mother to feel those breasts crushed against her own.
The next day Zelma sat at a table in the café around the corner from where Sophie worked at a lab getting work experience while she was going to college. Zelma was sipping an ice tea as she considered whether or not to order lunch or wait for Sophie. However before she could come to a decision Sophie came in through the door. Sophie saw Zelma and quickly walked over to sit across from her. Sophie merely nodded and ordered when the waitress approached. Sophie somehow managed to look angry and preoccupied at the same time. Zelma casually worked on her dish of tortellini and looked up at Sophie.
"So, Sophie what's on your mind, beyond the fact that you are angry with me?" Sophie pretended to ignore Zelma for a short time before looking up.
"I'm disgusted with myself for even giving in to you to the extent of meeting you today. But that being said I have something for you. I know I'm just deluding myself, but I am hoping that this gift may improve my standing in your eyes." Sophie pulled a small container out of her bag and pushed it across the table to Zelma who picked it up looking it over carefully. The container, which her hand fit neatly around, had no label or marking.
"What's this?" Sophie continued to eat making Zelma wait. Zelma tried glaring, tapping the table and even waving in front of Sophie's face. However Sophie continued eating and refused to rush. Sophie finished eating and took a long slow drink of her juice. Sophie finished and finally looked up.
"It's a gift, something the lab was going to discard, but it will give you what you want." Zelma arched an eyebrow.
"What it is really?" Sophie sighed.
"It's wrong, but I'm giving you a way to have your mother. Before you say anything, let me explain how it works. I realize how this will sound, but I'm telling you the truth. This will alter your bodily fluids making them addictive. Drink it and all of your fluids will be like heroin to an addict. It takes twenty-four hours, then I guess you could masturbate in to a container and then mix that with something you know your mother will drink. She won't know of course, but she'll go through withdrawal when it runs out, I imagine you can take it from there." Zelma stared blankly as Sophie stood to pay for her meal. Zelma took no notice as Sophie left. Zelma only came back to the here and now when approached by the waitress to see if she wanted anything else. Zelma paid for her own food and picked up the container Sophie had given her as she headed for the door. Once home Zelma checked that her mother was out and sat in the kitchen to consider her next move. She obviously wasn't ready to believe that it could possibly work, but she decided that she had nothing to lose by trying. Zelma cautiously opened the container and experimentally sniffed, but the scent was faint. She couldn't quite make it out and slowly sipped, the taste was somewhat sweet, but almost as faint as the scent.
She soon finished and noted the time was just about one in the afternoon. Zelma walked to her room and wrote down the time and that sometime after that she would have to follow Sophie's advice and masturbate in to the empty container in order to mix it with something. She knew exactly what to mix it with, every couple of days her mother made a smoothie in a pitcher that only she was allowed to drink. Zelma checked the fridge and saw that her mother had enough for the next day, meaning she would probably make a new batch that night, perfect timing. Zelma wanted to play with herself to an explosive orgasm that she knew would quickly erupt. However she knew that the best thing to do would be to tease herself to the brink of orgasm, but to save herself up to ensure that she could fill the container the following afternoon. So reaching this decision she undressed revealing her medium brown skin and modest breasts so like her mother's body, although after having Zelma her breasts were somewhat larger. Zelma lay on her bed in a semi-seated position and softly pulled on her tits. Zelma moaned as she imagined her mother crawling between her legs to use her tongue on Zelma's cunt. Zelma wet the fingers of her left hand and rubbed her left tit as she moaned louder imagining what her mother would say.
"Mistress, please let me taste you, I need your cum. Don't deny your slut." Zelma smiled as she imagined her mother's wide pleading eyes and almost pouty look of her lips. Zelma reached between her legs and had barely touched her lips, missing her clit, and she gasped out loud as she reluctantly stopped touching herself lest she cum and ruin her plans. Zelma wanted to scream in frustration, but if there was a chance that this could work, and since Sophie wasn't the type to play such a trick on her, then she would endure this small frustration.
Zelma later woke with a start and took some moments gathering herself and realized that she had been asleep for several hours. A sound downstairs told her that her mother's arrival had woken her. Zelma sat up double checking that her door was closed, she wasn't concerned about it being locked as her mother never entered without knocking. She dressed and rushed downstairs to find her mother seated at the kitchen table and a stack of mail in front of her as was her habit to go over the mail when she got home, however the glass of wine in front of her was unusual, but not unheard of. Zelma glanced at the nearby bottle and knew that the practically full glass was her mother's second of the day.
