Note to All - No one under the age of 18 is engaged in any sort of sexual activity in this fictional story. It is neither implied, inferred, suggested nor endorsed by this author.
A Letter to My Parents, Part 5
Me - Sabrina, age 18, 5'7' 125, blonde hair, blue eyes, 36B-24-34
Mom - Jenna, age 40, 5'8" 125, blonde hair, blue eyes, 36D-26-36
Dad - Tom, age 40, 6'2" 195, sandy brown hair, blue eyes
I woke up the next morning and I felt like I was still asleep in a dream - a wonderful dream where my Mom, Dad, and I had engaged in a lustful night of physical and emotional expressions of pure, unadulterated love. I was happier than I had ever been in my entire life. I was alone in my parents, excuse me, OUR bed. I looked over at one night stand and saw a note from Dad. In it, he told me and Mom that he was at the golf course with his friends for an early morning tee time. I called out to Mom but no answer.
I reached over to the other night stand for my cell. It was a text from Mom. "My love. Out getting coffee and a pastry for us. Missing you. Mom XOXOXO"
I looked at my ring, oh, that beautiful ring that was now a symbol of my commitment to my Mom and Dad. I was so in love with them both and they with me. What did I ever do to deserve such happiness? I decided to get up, shower and wash my hair, and get my day started. I jumped in the shower, cleaned myself off real good, washed my hair, and went to my room to unpack from my trip overseas. My hair was wrapped up in a towel and I didn't see the point in getting dressed since Mom and Dad wanted us to be nude all the time. However, I did put on my slippers since the floor was cool from air conditioning and I had this phobia about being on bare floors in my bare feet. Call me weird but it was a comfort thing with me.
As I was unpacking and sorting out what needed to go in the dirty laundry, what needed to be hung up, and what needed to be put in my dresser drawers, I heard Mom call out to me. I replied and I told her I was in my room unpacking. She came in the room and handed me my coffee and my favorite pastry, an apple fritter. I stopped unpacking and sat on the bed and Mom sat down across from me so we could talk and catch up on things. She sipped on her coffee and I ate my pastry and sipped on my coffee. After I finished my pastry, I sat my coffee on the night stand and grabbed her by the hand and pulled her into a standing position. I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her to me.
"I missed you and Dad so much."
"We missed you too love. We are so happy you're home. Listen, why don't you finish unpacking? I'm gonna go change into something nice and nude. I was thinking we could have tacos for lunch?"
"MMMMM my favorite. See ya in a few. There will be some deliveries coming soon in the mail or from one of the delivery services. The boxes will be souvenirs I brought back for the three of us. I have some shirts and shot glasses in one of my bags. I'll show those to you when I get to the bottom of one of my suit cases."
"Sounds great sweetheart. I love you."
"I love you too." We shared a soft, loving French kiss as she reached down while softly spreading my ass cheeks and gently running one of her fingers up and down the opening between my legs. I knew she could feel my heat. I took the towel off of my head since my hair was almost dry and Mom went to throw her empty coffee cup away.
I finished unpacking and finished my coffee and went to find Mom. She was laying on the couch in the living room, nude, her legs open, with one leg over the back of the sofa and the other leg spread so that her left foot was on the floor. She was scrolling through all the photos I had taken and sent to her and Dad while I was on my trip. She looked so sexy and so inviting laying there like that.
"Someone sure looks comfy."
Mom smiled, reaching out for my hand, and pulling me down on top of her. I was between her legs. We didn't have to say anything. We just started making out and necking like a couple in love. Our breathing became labored. I could feel her squirming beneath me and I could feel the wetness of her pussy on my tummy. I kissed all around her neck and was running my hands softly over her body. I kissed my way down to her breasts and gave each several deep, passionate French kisses. Her boobs were so perky and firm and felt so delicious in my mouth. Mom was whispering her approval and letting me know how nice I was making her feel. I continued to kiss my way down to her sweet, wet pussy - the pussy I came from. How taboo. How naughty. How sensual. I was now licking the pussy from where I had entered the world. I was so thankful to be on the sofa with Mom. I gently kissed, licked, sucked, and caressed her womanhood. I sucked the folds of her labia into my mouth. I put my tongue as far into her opening as I could get it. I opened her pussy lips wide. I was curious about this beautiful pussy I was making love to with my mouth. I spread her as wide as I could get her. I could see her clit. It was hard. It was pronounced. It was almost like it was telling me to suck and kiss her - yes I called her clit a her - and make her feel good. I looked closely at her opening and I could see her pee hole. It winked at me. I licked it gently and tried to put my tongue in it as far as I could get it. I went back to her clit and gently sucked it into my mouth while moving my tongue around it. Then I had a very naughty thought.
I remember one night, a few months ago, and I was watching some reels from social media on my cell. I was watching a comedian and he was talking about eating pussy. He told the audience "Guys, if you want to really get a woman's attention and make her yours forever and make her scream, when you're eating her pussy, lick the alphabet. Use your tongue as a pen and write each letter with your tongue like you would write it on a piece of paper."
