Julie sat on the couch in her living room when she heard the front door open, telling her Michelle was home. She looked at her lovely daughter. Michelle had not yet blossomed, but she was still lovely. Julie's heart sank on seeing Michelles face tear-stained. "Mom, I hate school. Why is everyone so mean to me?" Julie beckoned her daughter to her. "Come here, baby." Michelle dropped her things and went to her mother. Julie sat Michelle on her lap and cuddled her. Poor Michelle always had it rough. Braces in second grade, then her father running out on her in fourth. Now, she was beginning to be a late bloomer. "My poor baby." Julie thought, taking pride in being Michelle's lone comfort. Michelle continued to cry into her mother's bosom. Julie ignored her shirt getting wet, her daughter mattered more.
Michelle's face continued to rub against her mother's breasts and Julie knew exactly what Michelle was asking for. With little fanfare she moved Michelle's face from her chest before removing her blouse and undoing her bra. The moment her breasts were bared, Michelle's face returned to her mother's breasts and she took Julie's nipple into her mouth, suckling gently and feeling a strong wave of comfort come over her. While it had been years since Julie's breasts gave milk, she still let her daughter comfort nurse. She said nothing for a good half hour as Michelle suckled and cried. Once she knew Michelle was feeling a little less distressed, she began to inquire about how Michelle had been hurt.
"What happened today?" Julie asked. "Some girls were discussing when they got their first period, when I said I hadn't gotten mine yet, they surrounded me and started calling me a boy." Michelle cried. "Then, Jennifer Dixon, the popular girl, mocked me while I changed for gym. She said I was in the wrong locker room, because girls have tits." Michelle continued to sob. "Why can't I blossom already mom, I'm sick of this abuse." Julie ran her hand through her daughter's hair. "Don't worry, one day you will blossom. Somehow, I have a feeling you'll pass all of them up." Julie could see her daughter's pain. "Michelle, do you want to go inside mommy?" Michelle moved her head out and looked at her mom, she nodded.
Julie smiled as Michelle stood up from her mom's lap and began to undress. In a few short minutes Michelle stood naked before her mom. Julie did not like how clothes felt going down her throat and insisted that Michelle be naked when she swallowed her. Julie's eyes roved briefly over her daughter. Even now she thought her daughter was cute and she had a feeling one day Michelle would blossom amazingly. One day she'd leave all those snobby girls in the dust. With a loving smile Julie pulled Michelle to her and hugged her tight, before laying a closed mouth kiss on her daughter's lips. For a few moments they held the kiss until Julie was ready to swallow her daughter.
Julie grabbed her daughter under her shoulders and lifted her up as she opened her mouth and put Michelle's head inside. She swallowed and brought in Michelle's shoulders and chest, then brought in her tummy. As each part entered her mouth, Julie gave loving licks to her daughter's body. It tasted sweet, like candy, and Julie loved tasting her daughter. She continued to swallow as she brought in her daughter's legs. With a final swallow she brought in Michelle's feet, then swallowed them. Another smile crossed her lips as she enjoyed the feeling of Michelle's feet going down her throat. Once she felt the last of Michelle enter her stomach she sat on the couch once more. She leaned back on the couch and rubbed her belly, feeling Michelle get comfy. For Michelle, there was no place more comforting or safe than inside her mom.
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