Mother's Milk

Felicity Smoak had just finished putting her daughter Mia to bed when she felt a knife at her throat. 

“Hi Mom.”

Instinctively, Felicity drove her elbow behind her into her assailant’s stomach and dove away. When she came up, she saw how beautiful the other woman was. The woman was in her twenties, tall and long-legged, with shimmering blonde hair and creamy pale skin, all of her angelic frame climaxing in the gorgeous C-cup breasts that jutted out from her chest without regard for majesty.

Felicity was so taken aback by the combination of the woman’s unexpected appearance and her startling beauty that it took her a moment to realize she had called her mom. And something about the way she’d said it made it impossible for Felicity to believe it was just a reference to her infant daughter.

“Why’d you call me that?” she demanded. “Who are you?”

“It’s me, Mom. It’s Mia.”

***

Mia explained what she could, not that there was much she could get out while Felicity seemed to be simultaneously having a panic attack and geeking out over time travel. Mia let her ramble about the science all she wanted. She looked Felicity over, taking in her youthful beauty, even more overwhelming than that which she had as a more mature woman.

Growing up in isolation not far removed from this remote cabin, Mia hadn’t had many people to lust after. It’d just been Felicity and Nyssa al Ghul. They hadn’t had her problem. They’d fucked up a storm all through her childhood. As she’d grown up, Mia had started spying on them. 

She’d watched as Nyssa put a peeled banana into Felicity’s cunt, all the way in. Then she knelt between Felicity’s legs and used just her lips to suck it out. Pull half an inch from Felicity’s sex, eat away at it—Mia always wondering how it tasted with her mother’s juices flavoring it—and then she’d pull out more and nibble on more until she’d had the whole fruit. Then it was her turn to feed Felicity.

Mia had masturbated in bed for hours, orgasming again and again, imagining what the two women in her life looked like naked, their nubile bodies pressed so excitedly together.

On her sixteenth birthday, Felicity had gone to town. It was then that Nyssa had fucked her for the first time. Without a word, she had lifted Mia’s skirt and fingered her little virgin pussy until she came. It had been the most exciting thing that ever happened to Mia; she still thought about it when she touched herself.

“You know Felicity would love to fuck you if she got the chance,” Nyssa had said, after driving Mia to what felt like death’s door with orgasm after orgasm. “Especially once I tell you that I’ve broken you in. The three of us could have a lot of fun, once you do some mother-daughter bonding.”

At the time, though, Mia had been too shy. Then she had been too angry with her mother to act on the undercurrent of sex between them. 

Now, looking at Felicity, twenty years younger, her peach of an ass high and tight in skin-hugging jeans, while her breasts were swollen with the very milk Mia had been weaned on—she felt a distinct frustration that she’d never gone through with what Nyssa had suggested. But that was why she was here, wasn’t it? To get closure with her mother while the rest of Team Arrow was off on a mission?

Abruptly, the baby started crying. Felicity stopped in her babbling, pacing tracks and went to the baby’s crib. She opened up her shirt, revealing herself to be naked underneath it, and automatically started breastfeeding.

It took Felicity a moment to notice that Mia’s eyes were on her, aroused and lusting as she stared at her past self feeding from Felicity’s succulent breasts. It was clear that the future Mia longed to do the same.

“Did you ever meet your grandmother Donna?” Felicity asked.

Mia shook her head.

“Well, her and I didn’t get along either,” Felicity continued. “Not until we realized that we were both kinky whores.”

Mia’s head jerked as she absorbed Felicity’s words and their implication. She could only stand there and listen as Felicity told her that for years now, Donna had given her a tongue-job before bed. Donna was the best pussy-eater Felicity had ever had and she’d told her daughter that she had the sweetest tasting cunt of any woman she’d ever been with. And Donna ought to know, she had fucked half of Vegas at least once, and the girls dozens of times.

Felicity continued, even as her baby daughter suckled at her. Donna hadn’t just sucked her, she’d fucked her—and not always in the pussy. Donna loved fucking a woman’s asshole and Felicity had most definitely learned to enjoy a good ass-fucking. In fact, her asshole could have used some sodomy right now.

Mia finished—the baby version of her, at least—and Felicity returned her to her crib. She didn’t make any move to close her blouse. Instead, she stroked her swollen breasts before squeezing them, causing a trickle of milk to emerge from either teat. The future Mia leaned closer to watch the warm breast milk run down Felicity’s chest.

“Would you like some?” Felicity asked. Mia fell to her knees. “I get so horny breastfeeding. I always have to fuck myself afterwards. But now I have you, don’t I? My whore daughter. You want to fuck, don’t you?”

Mia couldn’t even answer. She thrust herself at her mother as Felicity stood over her, hunching down to present her breasts to Mia’s mouth and hands. Suckling at one nipple, Mia massaged the other, spilling Felicity’s milk into her hand and then gluttonously smearing it over her face as she gulped down the warm rush from her lactating mother’s other nipple. 

“Good. That’s good,” Felicity moaned, enjoying Mia’s greedy hunger for her milk. “I’m glad you’ve grown up to be a whore, just like I am. Only a whore could do something as sick and twisted as fucking her own mother. But that turns you on, doesn’t it? You really want to be a literal motherfucking whore. And I want you to fill my pussy up for the second time in your life, Mia. I want you inside me all over again, cuz I’m as much of a freak as you are. Like mother, like daughter.”

Mia pulled herself off of Felicity’s teat, for a moment looking stunned by what she’d done and heard, but her lust only grew stronger as she had time to consider the taste of Felicity’s milk, the feel of it flowing straight from her mother’s nipple. “If you really want your pussy filled, I may have a way to do that…”

“You mean fist-fucking?” Felicity asked.

Mia smiled, milk trickling from the corners of her mouth. “Uh-huh.”

“You’ve never done it before, have you? I can’t believe I get to be here to show my daughter how much fun it is to be a slut.”

“Then you’ll do it?” Mia asked anxiously. “I mean, let me do it? Let me fist-fuck you?”

“Of course,” Felicity cooed. “You certainly got me hot enough, guzzling down my milk like it was your favorite flavor of ice cream. Get me hot enough and I’ll do anything you want.”

“I think it’s what you want too,” Mia teased, to her mother’s knowing nod. “I think we’re both such whores we want the exact same thing.”

She bent her head to Felicity’s chest again, sucking up a loving mouthful of Felicity’s milk from her other tit, then raising her mouth to Felicity’s. She kissed her mother, sharing her milk as well as giving Felicity her tongue to suck on. Felicity took her in her arms and as they embraced, their breasts touched, Felicity’s leaking nipples smearing milk on Mia’s shirt. Below, their bellies pressed together, a thrilling preview of what would happen when the yearning warmth of their two pussies met.

“Getting hotter, Mom?” Mia asked.

“I don’t think I can get any hotter,” Felicity replied. “It’s turning me on just seeing how you’re getting off on this. I think you may be a bigger slut than me.”

“I hope so!”

“Me too. I’m already so proud of you, baby. You’ve really gotten me wet. Now let’s get you out of those damp clothes. If you do take after me, your panties are a lost cause already.”

Mia quickly stripped, while Felicity took off her open shirt and wiggled out of her jeans. Mia was again taken aback by her mother’s beauty, both how good she looked in her thirties and how she would barely age in her fifties. She hoped she’d look as good as the years passed.

“I’ve wanted to play with your tits for so long,” Mia said, putting her hands on Felicity’s swollen breasts. “I thought something would stop me—that I wouldn’t be able to go through with it—it’s so wrong, wanting to fuck my own mother—but even if I didn’t want to, I can’t help myself. You’re so pretty, mom.”

“And I’ve certainly passed that onto you,” Felicity said affectionately. “Pinch my nipples. Roll them between your thumbs and fingers. I bet I like it just as much as you do.” Felicity moaned in pleasure as Mia obeyed her, just like a good daughter should. “Mmm—feels so nice…”

“Do it to me too,” Mia urged. “Play with my tits like I’m playing with yours. I bet we could make each other come like this.”

“We could,” Felicity grinned, watching Mia’s face screw up, her lips sigh gently as her mother fondled her. Both sets of breasts seemed exactly as sensitive, both women liked to be touched exactly the same way. “But I’m too much of a whore to be satisfied by that. You are too, baby. You really get off on being a dirty little slut. I can tell.”

“Show me, mommy. Show me what a nasty slut you want me to be!”

Felicity took one of Mia’s hands off her breasts, raising it up to her face wet with lactation. She licked the breast milk off from the heel of Mia’s hand to the fingers, liking the taste almost as much as that of Mia’s soft skin. Then she lowered Mia’s hand down between her legs. Between the lubrication from her wet cunt and the milk dripping from Mia’s hand, her daughter’s fingers would easily slide into her. 

They did, each one sending tremors up Felicity’s body. The sensation didn’t level off, it got more and more intense as Mia added another finger, and another, until only her thumb remained outside of Felicity’s cunt.

“Shit, shit!” Felicity cried. “I haven’t been fucked like this in months! Y-you’re such a fucking slut, baby! Such a good little whore, getting me off so hard… yes, baby, put your thumb inside me too! Give me your whole fucking hard!”

Mia struggled with that, afraid it wouldn’t fit. But twisting her hand, she found what felt like a gap at the top of her mother’s stuffed pussy. There seemed to be just enough room. 

She forced Felicity’s cunt to swallow her entire hand.

“Make a fist!” Felicity urged her wildly, ecstatic with pleasure already. “Fist-fuck my whore cunt!”

Breathless, Mia curled her fingers inside of Felicity, scraping them along her mother’s inner folds until she’d balled them up. It seemed to take an eternity, but finally she had a tight fist all the way inside her mother. Mia was so awed by what she’d done that she couldn’t move a muscle—not now that she’d officially fisted the same pussy that had given birth to her.

Felicity was too impatient to wait. She took over, rocking back and forth, forcing Mia’s fist to move inside her. “God, yes, God!” she squealed. “You’re fisting me! You’re fisting your own mother! And I’m such a slut that I’m enjoying it! Look at me come, baby, look how hard you’re making me cooome!”

She exploded from within, gasping as her juices flowed out of her every bit as copiously as her breast milk had left her earlier.