"Yes, that's it. Eat Mommy's pussy, Katy. Eat Mommy's pussy!"
Katy ate. She rubbed her lips against the folds, ran her tongue up and down the rippling flesh, breathed deeply to inhale the sweet, honeyed aroma, and sucked hungrily on the succulent bud that sprouted out of Carol's blossoming flower. It was good, very good. It felt good, smelled good, looked good, sounded good, and tasted good. But it wasn't enough. Katy needed more. More. MORE!
"You like that, baby?" Carol cooed as she grinded herself further on Katy's dew-slicked face. Katy could only nod in response. "Yes, of course you do. But you don't just want to eat Mommy's pussy, now do you?"
Katy nodded again. No, she didn't just want to eat Carol's pussy. She wanted Carol's pussy to...she wanted Carol's pussy to...!
"You want my pussy to eat
you
."
"Yes, yes, that's it,"
Katy wanted to say.
"That's exactly what I want, Mommy! I want...I want your pussy to swallow me completely!"
Alas, she couldn't speak. Carol's pussy was smothering her lips. All Katy could do was mumble incoherently into those fluttering petals of flesh as they squelched wetly all around her. Whatever words she had to say were lost forever within the depths of her lover's glistening womanhood.
Fortunately, that was all she needed to say, for Carol understood her perfectly. She knew Katy's wants and desires like she knew the back of her hand, the curvature of her buttocks, and the hardness of her nipples. Almost as if Katy was a part of her body, an extension of it. Like a daughter was to her mother. "Then let it take you," she said, standing up and spreading her lips wide so that Katy could take a long, hard look into their plunging depths, still pulsating pinkly and dripping with sweet-smelling nectar. "Let my pussy take you!"
Carol opened her pussy lips really wide now. Katy could see all they had to offer. She could watch every pulse, count every wrinkle, and if she looked far enough, she could just make out the rapidly dilating hole leading to her most sacred place.
"Be with Mommy...forever!" And just like that, she descended! Carol's pussy engulfed Katy, her walls clenched tight all around her, and the wet, silky flesh fluttered upon her every inch of naked skin as it wrapped her up in its loving embrace. Katy yelped, then cooed, then cried tears of happiness as Carol brought her ever closer to the place she desired, to the place she yearned for, to the place where she truly belonged. She was pushed, she was pulled, she was sucked, and before she knew it, she was dropped. She fell upon a soft, wet, cushioned surface that splashed, rippled, and pulsed with every heartbeat she could hear echoing all around her. Everything was dark; she couldn't see a thing, she might as well have been blind. But she could still feel, and she felt a great many things as she curled up within this tight, resonating chamber. She felt warm, she felt safe, and most of all, she felt loved. Purely, unconditionally, and eternally loved.
Loved. Loved. Loved. Loved as a child in a mother's sweet embrace.
***
"Summers? Yo, Summers, are you awake? Dear God, for the love of Christ, Summers, wake up!"
"Huh? Hoo-huh?" Katherine Summers mumbled as she shook herself awake. It was dark, she could barely see a thing, but she sensed that she was currently in a very cramped place, wherever it was. A place that smelled oddly of metal, rust, and motor oil. "Shit!" It turned out she was under a car. Katy had somehow fallen asleep under a car!
Reflexively, the young woman slid herself out, letting the wheels of the creeper she was laying on roll her to safety. The first thing she saw when the lights hit her eyes was the concerned expression of her supervisor, Brad Marsten. "Uh, hi, boss," she said, waving sheepishly at him.
Brad let out a half-relieved and half-exasperated sigh. "Summers, I know we all have our days where we feel tired. And I know we all have days where we can't even keep our eyes up at work. But I've never met anyone before who's ever decided that the best time and place to curl up for some shuteye was while they were doing a routine oil change under an actual vehicle!"
"Sorry, sorry. It won't happen again," Katherine said as she stood up, brushing her hands on her chest. She immediately regretted that, however, because a shudder came over her when her hands brushed against two very hard nubs poking through the fabric of her tank top. Crap, her nipples were hard! Worse, she wasn't wearing a bra; she was inadvertently showing her tits off to her boss.
"It...better not," said Brad, turning his face to the side so as to not look at her. Yep, he clearly noticed them too. "Summers, is everything alright with you?"
"Uh, of course. Everything's fine! Why do you ask?" she said, pulling her shirt back to give her nipples some much needed breathing room.
"It's hard to explain, but you've been...out of sorts the past couple of days. You keep drifting off in the middle of a job, you frequently paw at your clothes, and--there, look, you're doing it right now!"
"Doing what?" asked Katy. She glanced down and saw a few peculiar things: her navel, her toned abdominals, the lower half of her boobs, and her hands about to lift her shirt over their top halves. "EEP!"
"You're not...becoming one of those lesbian nudist cultists that have been in the news recently, are you Summers?" said Brad after she let go of the garment and let it fall back into place. "Those Zenres...Zenerites...Zen...whatever they were called."
"Zenrists, sir. And, uh, no, no, I'm not becoming one at all! No way, not me, not at all, never! Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha." That's what Katy wanted to think anyway. However, she couldn't be sure. Ever since she learned about the Zenrist religion, set foot inside their temple, and partook in the massive ceremonial orgy that turned her older girlfriend, Carol, into one of them, she had indeed been acting out of it. Her clothes were tighter, she was hornier, and her dreams were all of...a very erotic nature. Especially that last one, where Carol pulled Katy into her womb. It was still fresh in her both her mind and her body, if her erect nipples were anything to go by. And now she was apparently stripping herself without being aware of it. These were all things that happened to Carol in the days leading up to her conversion to Zenrism. But the same thing couldn't be happening to Katy...could it? "Please don't fire me!"
"I'm not about to fire you...yet," said Brad. "But I am getting worried because this is starting to get serious. If you don't straighten yourself out soon, you're gonna get yourself killed."
"I'm sorry. There's just been...a lot of things going on in my life right now. But I'll fix them, I swear!"
"You do that," said Brad. "Until then, get yourself cleaned up, then go man the front desk. Our usual receptionist had to duck out early, so you can take over for her."
Katherine sighed. That really wasn't what she wanted to be doing, but she didn't have a choice. "Yes, boss."
The girl went straight to the restroom to wash the grease off her hands and face. As she finished up and looked at her reflection, she wondered if there was any sign of illness or fatigue to be found there. There wasn't. All Katherine saw was the same youthful visage she had known her entire life. There weren't any bags to be found under her large eyes, new wrinkles on her heart-shaped face, or signs of paleness on her brown skin. By all accounts, Katherine was perfectly healthy. About the only flaw she could see was that her straightened black hair was awfully ruffled, but that was just the nature of her work.
I still look like Mommy's girl,
she thought with a girlish little giggle.
And as long as I look like Mommy's girl, then there's nothing to be alarmed by.
That was the last happy thought Katherine would have once she went into what would be her workspace for the rest of the day. It was an unexciting place with a simple black desk for her to sit at where she would answer phone calls, read emails, set up appointments, and greet whoever came in through the front door. It wasn't a complicated job, but Katy just couldn't stand working behind a desk. She wanted to move around, stretch her limbs, and get her hands dirty working on the cars in the shop. She was her daddy's daughter after all.
Katherine's father had always been a blue-collar man whose work usually focused on repairing things, namely automobiles. As such, much of her childhood and adolescence was spent surrounded by tools and stooped under car hoods. So even though she would go on to college to get a much less labor-intensive job in a corporate office, Katy realized she just felt more at home in an auto repair shop, with the clanging of metal, humming of machinery, and smell of oil everywhere, than in some spic and span building filled with piles of paper, dead-eyed co-workers, soulless cubicles, and endless computer screens. Which made the fact that she was getting plopped on a desk with a computer all the more galling. Just seeing it was enough to make Katy want to groan.
Nevertheless, she got to work right away. She sat down, turned on the computer, checked the online database for new appointment requests, wrote them down in the nearby notebook, and answered some emails, all the while keeping an eye on both the door and the phone. Katy was diligent, alert, always on top of everything, and...
She looked up from her desk, checked the lobby, checked the door, checked if anyone was coming in or waiting, confirmed that no one was, and sighed as she returned to her work.
Lonely. It's so lonely in here.
Loneliness. What a silly thing for Katherine to feel right now. She wasn't the only person in the building. There were plenty of people here; all the guys were busy in the back of the shop, fixing cars and conducting inspections. But she was still sitting in an empty room all by herself with not another person to talk to or interact with. It reminded Katy of the many lonely days she spent in her youth.
