Fornicating Felicia(f/f) by Tayla Disclaimer: This is a work of pure fiction intended for adult entertainment. I am the 33-year old mother of two boys aged 7 and 6. We are left alone at least two weeks out of a month because my husband's job requires that he travel across the country frequently. We hired a girl from the neighborhood to be a companion/babysitter when need be and to do light housework with me on the weekends. Felicia lived two doors down and was in and out of here all the time. The boys loved her because she was horsed around with them. When my husband was away, I loved her, too but in a much different way. You see, I am a very sexual person, needing it all the time. With him on the road so much, what else could I do but pursue my pleasures elsewhere? I pursued Felicia. I wasn't cheating. Not really, was I? Here's how it all started. Felicia didn't have classes at her high school one Friday last spring. She called to see if I wanted her to work that day instead of the next. I told her to come on over and do the boys' rooms while they were at school. I hadn't dressed yet and was having another cup of coffee when she came in. Felicia was tall, fully developed with thick, straight blonde hair pulled into a ponytail. Her young breasts pushed at the t-shirt that was tucked into her Daisy Duke cutoffs. She made a beautiful 16-year old package, glasses and all. Her problem was that she didn't see herself as a pretty young woman. Not a lick of self-confidence emanated from her. No boyfriends either. She rarely looked me or my husband in the eyes, even when we were paying her. She probably saw herself as a gawky teenager, but I saw her as a potential playmate. Upstairs, passing by one of the boys' rooms, I noticed Felicia bending over picking up a toy. Her little ass was so cute as it tried to escape the legs of the brief shorts. I started getting wet thinking about kissing it. Yes, I have kissed female ass before. And I've done many more things as well. A few months before I met my husband, I struck up a conversation at intermission with a violinist who was part of the little orchestra that was playing in the park during lunch time. Over liquid refreshment, she looked me in the eye and said she was going to take me home and fuck my brains out. I could hardly concentrate on the rest of the concert as I watched her, all prim and proper on stage and thought about what she'd said. I called in sick after lunch. She did take me home with her and I didn't resurface for two days. I was eaten, screwed, my orifices inserted with pleasurable objects and kissed all over a million times. I wanted to do those things with Felicia if I could seduce her. I walked on to our bedroom, then called her in. "Felicia, come here. I'd like to show you something in the mirror." "Yes, ma'am," she answered, scarily. She probably thought her job was in jeopardy. I led her to the free-standing dressing mirror, inherited from my grandmother. I loved looking at myself--5'8", 120 pounds, auburn hair, green eyes and always sexually charged--in this mirror. With my hands on her shoulders, I said "Look at yourself, Felicia. Now look at me looking at you. This is how other people look at you. Admiringly. They see a beautiful young woman. You must learn have more confidence in yourself and your looks. Haven't I always told you how fine and beautiful you are? Why don't you believe me?" "No, Ms. Liz. I'm a klutz and I'm too big for my age. I wear glasses---" I pulled the glasses away and put them on the night table. "See, Felicia, you look wonderful without them. And look at these young, high breasts. Magnificient!" I brushed my palms across the hardening nipples. "Ms. Liz, please don't," she said, shakily. "Why not, Felicia. Doesn't this feel good to you? It makes me feel good to touch you. Here, let me help you take this shirt off so you can see me touch you. Pleasure is everything. Good. Now, the bra." I rubbed and squeezed her breasts as we watched in the mirror. I was hot and wet. I had to have her today. I placed a few kisses on her shoulders as I pinched the hardened nipples. She sighed. I unbelted my robe to free my own hard nipples pressing against her back. "Do you like what I'm doing to you, Felicia?" I asked as I zipped the shorts down slowly. "No--Yes, ma'am. But this isn't right, is it?" "If it makes you feel good, it's perfectly all right. And you feel so good to me Felicia. Relax, honey. I'm going to put my hand inside your panties now and touch your pussy. I need to feel you. Watch me in the mirror. Be wet for me, sweetheart. Oh, yes!" I caressed her pussy as I lightly rotated my own on her shorts. "Felicia, you do know my mouth will replace my hand, don't you?" "Really, ma'am?" she moaned as I rubbed her clit hard. She had her first orgasm with a human being while watching the whole scene in a mirror. "It's time, Felicia. Step out of the shorts. I intend to make both of us feel even better, sweetheart." I gently pushed her on the bed, then repositioned the mirror. I wanted her to watch me as I ate her out. I stuck two fingers part of the way in her and attacked her clit. Felicia began to cum within seconds, gushing girl-juice everywhere. I lapped up every bit, making sure my tongue found all the little folds where her treasure might be hiding. When I pushed my long stiff tongue inside her and explored, she came over and over as I held her fast with my mouth and hands. When I rose from between her legs to look at her, she was sprawled out on my bed, sexually spent. She was looking steadily into my eyes for the very first time, mouth open, waiting for my kisses. I crawled on top of her well-eaten pussy and showed it no mercy as I rode her hard, cumming and cumming. Before the morning was over, Felicia learned to eat me. That head with its thick, blond ponytail was bobbing between my legs like an expert. Proudly, I watched her in the mirror as I was cumming again. Later during the summer, I took Felicia's virginity with a realistic rubber dick I bought at a sex shop in New York city. It was secreted away in the back of my own closet in a shoe bag where my husband would never look. Felicia really liked me to manually fuck her with it and I loved looking into her face when she came on it. On the day I shoved it in her ass, as my lover had done with me, that little 16-year old cried and begged me not to stop. The next time I went into the city, I bought a nice strap-on to add to my collection. That way I could have my hands free to explore as I dicked her. Felicia's mom called me a few months later, thanking me for giving her daughter a job. She said Felicia's self-confidence had gone through the roof and she even thinking about dating. "Honey," I said after clicking the phone off and she'd raised her head from between my legs, "that was your mom on the phone. She's very pleased with your social progress. So am I sweetheart," I said as I rubbed her head with one hand. "Suck me harder, darling. Yes, that's it. Do it, Felicia. I'm cumming, baby," I screamed as I dropped the telephone to the floor. I regularly fucked Felicia until she went off to college a year and a half later. Her mom remarried and moved her new husband into their house. She didn't keep close tabs on her daughter as she'd done before. Felicia spent a lot of extra time at my house when my husband was not there. Sometimes overnight. On those nights we never slept. One night my youngest stood at my bedroom door in the middle of the night. He'd heard noises and thought his daddy was home. Luckily, the room was dark and we were under the covers because I was on top of Felicia, seriously screwing her, our bodies joined by the flexible new two-headed dick I'd bought yesterday. Still half asleep, he went back to his room after my reassurance that his daddy was coming home tomorrow. But mommy was still fucking sweet Felicia and mommy was cumming-- now!. Don't get me wrong. I love my husband and we still have fantastic sex. But I do so love doing the forbidden with her when he's gone. If you do anything worthwhile today, "do it" with a woman.