Chapter 83: Naughty Mommy Prepares a Wicked Gift

Mrs. Abigail Carter – Day One Hundred and Seven

Today, Faith was arriving. Heidi Schmidt’s niece. I had plans for the man-hating lesbian. First, though, we had to surprise her. We had set things up, returning to Heidi’s house just up the street from where I had lived with my family until recently.

We still owned the house, but it wasn’t being used for anything, just like the Schmidts still owned theirs.

Through the lace curtain, the Uber pulled up with the niece in there. I shivered and sank onto the couch, my big boobs bouncing. I spread my legs wide. Heidi dropped to her knees, the blonde woman leaning in to feast on my shaved pussy.

She wasn’t a lesbian, but I was using her, which meant Tony was using her, which meant she devoured my cunt with joy.

I shuddered as she licked at me. Her tongue stroked through my petals. I groaned as footsteps crunched through the snow. It wasn’t a thick layer, but a half-inch that would melt away in a day or so. Still, it was nice to have for Christmas.

That was tomorrow, and I had to get my son’s present ready today.

Heidi licked at me. The married woman devoured my cunt with such alacrity. It wasn’t the first time she had eaten me out. I shuddered as she had practiced a lot the last few days. I had been enjoying using the gardener’s wife.

She buried her tongue into my cunt when the doorbell rang.

“Come in,” I shouted, savoring that tongue wiggling around in me. “It’s open!”

The door opened, and a young woman in her mid-twenties said, “Hey, Aunt Heidi, I’m...”

Her words trailed off as she stood in the living room staring at me with her aunt on her knees and devouring my cunt. I shuddered in delight as the girl struggled to speak. She had short, pink hair and a septum nose ring. Her hand let go of her suitcase, which crashed to the floor. She was bundled up in a winter coat and wearing tight jeans.

“Close the door, sweetie,” I groaned, her aunt’s tongue dancing around in my cunt. “You’re letting in all the cold air.”

“What is g-going on?” she asked.

“Your aunt is eating my pussy,” I said. “Isn’t that obvious. Now, close the door.”

“Right, right,” said the girl, blinking. She closed the door and leaned against it. “Oh, wow, Aunt Heidi, I didn’t know you were gay.”

“I’m being used,” she moaned.

“Oh.” I watched the expression on Heidi’s face shift. “Right, right, that makes sense. Ooh, that’s hot.”

I smiled at her as I savored that tongue plunging back into my cunt. It felt so nice as it swirled around in me. I shuddered at the warmth of that tongue. It was a beautiful thing to have her feasting on me. I shivered with the delight of this moment.

“Oh, oh, oh,” I groaned. “That’s so good. Please, please, just keep licking me like that. Wow, that’s wonderful.”

“Mmm, has she given up men now that she’s finally tasted pussy?” asked Faith as she came closer. She was twenty and taking off her glasses. She wore a shirt with a rainbow flag on the front. Take Pride in Being Your Queer Self, was printed across the bottom. “Because I have tried to tell her men are disgusting.”

“No, no, she still loves her husband,” I groaned.

“Yes, I do,” Heidi said. “Cocks are better.”

Faith scoffed at that. I mean, outside of my son’s, I would agree. Sure, my only other experience with a dick was my disappointing husband, but Heidi loved her husband. They had sex all the time. The girl, though, just didn’t get why a woman would want dick.

“Come on, Aunt Heidi, isn’t so hot stroking your tongue through a delicious pussy.” Faith moved in and popped off her top. “I am so fucking turned on watching you finally do something exciting. Don’t be a slave to men. Marriage, children, keeping a home, they’re all bondage. You have to be free to be who you are.”

“I am who I want to be,” Heidi said, anger rising. “If your mother didn’t have her marriage and her home and you, would you be here to spout that nonsense?”

“That’s just the patriarchy that’s brainwashed you,” Faith hissed back. She had her top off and wore no bra, her tits jiggling. She had both nipples pierced by barbells. “They just want to use you.”

“And I love it,” Heidi hissed and suckled on my clit.

“Oh, oh, yes,” I groaned, staring at that girl. “Oh, have you even been with a man?”

“They’re foul. Disgusting.” She paused, a smile playing on her lips. “SCUM.”

She said scum like there was some special significance to the word, though I didn’t know it. I just shuddered as her aunt suckled on my clit and drove me wild. I would have such a glorious orgasm. I was so ready to cum and cum.

“Oh, oh, oh,” I groaned, my heart pounding in my chest. “She’s doing such a good job. She’s sucking on my nub. I love it.”

“Good,” the girl said. “I hope she makes you cum hard. I love making women cum. It’s so much better. We’re ... so gentle with each other. So loving.”

“Gentle?” I trembled as she was wiggling out of her jeans. She wanted to join us. “Oh, oh, you’ve never been fucked hard by a strap-on or bent over and spanked.”

“Strap-ons are just a substitute for patriarchy,” she hissed. “Using dildos on each other is just bringing the male into the room. Women do not need those at all. Even lesbians are brainwashed to think they need the phallus. The phallus is violence. It is slavery. Subjection. My lips and fingers are all my lovers need.”

I shuddered at her words.

“And spanking. Discipline.” Faith’s lips curled. “Those are tools of control. Of men. Women do not control or dominate. They work together. They unite and flow into one unity. There is no violence in true feminine love. Anything else is a perversion. An infection of patriarchy.”

“Oh, you poor, deluded girl,” I groaned as her aunt suckled on my clit. “Oh, oh, you have so much to learn. I cannot wait to teach you. Oh, oh, it’ll be glorious. But ... your aunt is going to make me cum. I ... I...”

I bucked.

“Yes!” I squealed.

I drowned Heidi with my rapture. My pussy spasmed, the waves of ecstasy washing through me. My mind drowned in the bliss. I shuddered through it all, gasping out in delight. She licked up the cream. She loved the flavor.

It was so wild to have that bliss sweeping through me. I groaned out in delight, my head tossing back and forth. It was just wild to have this bliss surging through me. She lapped at me, sending more waves of delight into her pussy.

“We can just love each other with tongues,” cooed Faith. “I’ll show you both the true joy of feminine love unstained by male aggression. We can be free of them and unite. No shame. No jealousy. All women were meant to be lovers without reservation. It is men who divide us. Play us against each other.”

I shuddered as my pleasure surged toward my climax. This girl disgusted me. It was time to open her eyes. I hit the peak of my orgasm and nodded down to Heidi. She smiled and licked her lips as she raised her head.

“Oh, Rick, come on out,” Heidi purred.

I smiled as Faith froze. Her uncle came out naked and hard. I rose from the couch, leaving Heidi bent over it. I admired the woman’s rump as I moved to Faith. She looked frightened, covering herself as her uncle moved in.

“No, no, none of that,” I said as she tried to hide her round tits. “You’re being used. Keep your hands at your side.”

“Oh,” she said and did just that.

“I know you hate this,” I purred. “You don’t have to like it, but you have to watch.” I hugged the girl from behind and played with her tits. “You have to watch a man fuck your aunt. Her husband. You have to see that love is beautiful in all its forms.”

“Not if a man is involved,” she hissed.

Mrs. Heidi Schmidt

The disgust in my niece’s eyes made my pussy even wetter. My husband moved in behind me. I loved Rick so much. He dropped to his knees behind me and pressed his cock into my pussy lips. He nuzzled through my bush. My asshole clamped down on the butt plug.

I loved having my butt plug in my asshole.

“Damn, you’re so sexy, Heidi,” Rick said.

“Why do I have to watch this?” demanded my niece.

“Because I want you to watch,” cooed Abigail. Tony’s mother fondled my niece’s tits. “Now, you don’t have to like it, but you will watch. I’m using you.”

Faith shuddered and stared at me as my husband thrust into my cunt.

“Rick!” I squealed with whorish passion. I did not even begin to hide how much I loved that thick shaft sliding into me. It was just so good to have him in me. “Oh, oh, this is the best. I love having you in my pussy. It’s so much better than cumming on a woman’s lips.

“That’s a lie!” gasped Faith. “You’re being brainwashed. Patriarchy has tricked you!”

“You’ve been lied to,” I groaned. “Being penetrated is the best.”

I clamped my cunt down on my husband’s cock as he drew back. It was so hot my man-hating niece had to watch my husband making love to me. My boobs swayed beneath me as he slammed back into my juicy depths. His balls slapped into my bush.

I groaned as my husband pistoned away at me. He grunted as he fucked my cunt. It was just so good. I loved him burying that thick shaft in my snatch. He squeezed down on me. I trembled in delight as he plowed into me.

My eyes rolled back in my head as he churned me up. I groaned, loving the way my butt-cheeks rippled from the stroke of his cock. He plowed into me with all that he had. I gasped, my entire body trembling in delight.

“Oh, yes, yes!” I moaned. “Don’t stop! Please, please, keep fucking me!”

“You just need a woman to eat you out and show you the truth,” whimpered Faith.

“Abigail has eaten me out,” I groaned. “It’s just not as good as a man’s dick. Oh, oh, Rick! Fuck me!”

“Love to,” he growled.

Faith looked on in horror as I rocked back and forth to my husband’s thrusts. That made me feel so hot. I loved every second of it. He buried into my snatch again and again. I trembled as he plowed into me. My pussy melted around him.