Put Your Lips On Me (Cunt) [L.S.]

2

(in continuation with chapter 1)
Tags: dry humping, boobs (obviously), kink discussion (sorta), kissing (duh).
But just boobs, really.

Panting for air, Harriet pulls back from the kiss, eyes falling to the flushed cheeks, bitten lips and further down to her flushed chest where that masterpiece of a cleavage teases her.

But fuck, those thin lips taste so sweet and her mouth is so warm and the kisses are so languid yet it sparks fireworks in Harriet's body like no kiss has ever before.

And she needs Louisa to know, she needs to put her words out there because she needs this woman to hear everything that goes on in her heart.

"I've been crushing over you for the last three years, I guess." A smile blooms on Lou's face. "Then you got pregnant and fuck you were so beautiful, mommy." Her eyes linger on the blue ones before slowly venturing down. "You were already perfect and pregnancy made you even more flawless." Harriet finally puts her hands back over those tits. She is sure Aphrodite, Peitho, Artemis, Rhea and Hera, all blessed Louisa.

Louisa is just so divine, it radiates from her. All Harriet wants to do is kiss and worship her and her body.

The skin feels deliciously warm under her palms, begging to be explored. The girl whimpers trying to cover mommy's tits with her hands. They are just so huge, her cunt tingles at the size difference.

"You never failed to tell me that I looked beautiful," Louisa chuckles. She remember how Harriet would just sit with her and tell her that she is a gorgeous gorgeous woman and at that time, Louisa probably needed it.

"I couldn't stop myself." Bringing her hands back to mommy's neck, Harriet runs her hand over that skin, committing it to her memory. "I could see your gorgeous body growing more and more every day, reminding me that you are older and- um, more experienced." Her mind plays a series of pictures of the said pregnancy and it makes her buckle into the woman's body.

The woman used to sit in the sun during the golden hour- often in minimal clothing- lathering oil or lotion into her body. And Harriet would find every excuse in the book to touch her. More often than not, it would be talking to the twins inside her belly.

And then there were days where Lou's cheeks glowed and stayed flushed throughout the day. In the late days, the girl would even help her in the bath, watch her bra and panties get wet as her body submerged under the bubbles...

She moans at the supercut. "I had to go home," gulping, Harriet looks up at her mommy from under her lashes, biting her lip in anticipation, "I had to rub myself one out every day- mommy, just seeing you made me so wet."

Goddess, this minx of a girl. Lou can't help but let her imagination run wild, seeing her girl so lost in the memory.
She needs to see Harriet that desperate. She needs to see her girl cum to the thought of her. Every. Day.

Louisa's hands travel back inside her shirt, only this time moving up her front. Her hands cups around the two smaller tits over the flimsy bra and she gives them a gentle squeeze. Shit, they fit just so perfectly in her hands!

"Mommy-" she gasps. Her own boobs have always been sensitive even though they are much smaller than Louisa's. They fit entirely in Lou's dainty hands. Fuck, even that thought makes her hot.

Kneading them gently, Louisa pulls her back into a broken kiss. "Baby, I can't stop thinking about you cumming to the thought of me."

Whining, the girl moans, "Every day, mommy." She pushes her chest into mommy's hands, whimpering when her boobs get played with.