Dolly🩰

Likes

Bondage, Overstimulation, Edging, Light Somno, Light Pain Infliction, Dumbification, Mommy, Praise, Light Degradation.

Dislikes

Feet, Bodily Waste, Heavy Degrading. Honestly anything too far gone is not my thing.

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I am willing to try things at least once

My tag is are

- #/mommyslittlelily (My Shorter Eroticas or Thoughts)

- #/mommyslittlelily2x (My Longer Eroticas)

DM or comment for suggestions, and I’ll try my to write them😋

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Ms Keagen ended up giving me her number and told me she’d text me when she was coming to pick me up. I still think this is some sort of sick prank. I mean, yeah, she said it wasn’t, but come on, why would she ask me? She's literally a professor and has probably hundreds of other people she could have asked, like, I don't know, maybe the fucking arts professor? It just doesn’t make any sense to me.

I go to feed my cat his can of Royal Canin cat food, and what do you know? It spills all over me, so now I  smell like a fish market. I try to change my pants, but the smell still lingers, so I just hop in the shower. 

1 Notification 

Unsaved Number: What hall are you in? - Ms.k

She texts me right as I hop out. My towel wrapped around my body, and my shower shoes still wet. I don't know if I should answer right away because I don't want her to think I've been sitting around waiting for her. I'll just text her after I'm done getting dressed.

I go into my underwear drawer. “Jeez, I really have to do laundry.” I only have a few panties left, and of course they're the slutty ones I put off for special occasions, or in this case, when I run out of my regulars. Sighing, I pull out my light pink lacy thong. The bra that matches literally has holes where the nipples are, and I think that's way too much for today, so I'll just go braless. 

I can't think straight; the message is still heavy in my thoughts. I'll just answer right now so I can stop thinking about it. 

Me: Silikin Hall

Right as I'm about to put my phone down, it dings.

Unsaved Number : Be there in an hour ;)

This time I save her number before putting my phone down. An hour? Omg, I don't even know what to wear to something like this. I mean, sure, we’ll just be in her house, but idk she's so perfect, and I don't want to look like I didn't think twice before I came over. 

When I finally figure out what to wear, my room is a mess with clothes on every square inch of the floor, my cat playing with the spaghetti strap on one of my tank tops. 

I settled on something similar to what I was wearing earlier, but more casual. A white knitted sweater and a dark brown pleated skirt. I'll just wear the leg warmers and boots from earlier since there wasn't any cat food on them.

Now my makeup. I mean, I don't want to do too much, but I want to look put together. So I settled on a no-makeup makeup look with a little extra blush. 

Ms. Keagan: Here 

My heart is pounding, my hands are clammy. Taking a deep breath, I grab my bag and head out the door. She's parked right in front of the hall, her car a light gray Mazda with pink interior seats. She gets out of the car as I step closer. She walks over to the other side and opens my door. My cheeks heat up, and my vision jumps to the floor.

“Thanks”

“Of course, sweetheart. Ready to go?”

“Yeah”

The drive is quiet shes asks a few questions, but they die out pretty quickly. After about 8 minutes, the car pulls into a garage. 

“Don't forget your bag,” She reminds

I nod. Her house almost cottage looking. Made of wooden logs and greens all over the exterior. She has berry plants outside blooming nicely, even though it's the start of winter. I’ll ask her about that later.

She puts her key in the door and holds it open for me. I hear it shut behind me, and her presence is almost suffocating. I can't move an inch without thinking about it first. Why am I so nervous?

“I'm gonna change out my work clothes; the bathroom is right here, and you can help yourself to anything in the kitchen.”

I nod, scared I might trip over my words. I blink, and she's gone.

I set my bag on the white couch centered in the living room. Her Mainecoon curled in a ball in the corner. I look in the fridge for a glass of water in hopes it calms my nerves.

Sitting on the couch now, I wait impatiently for her to come back. The minutes feel like hours. Soon enough, I hear the soft steps of her slippers making their way towards me. When I see her, my heart skips a beat. She has on a red and white lounge set that's comfy but still very cute on her. 

Ms. Keagen goes into the fridge, then looks back at me. “How rude of me, I should've given you water before I left.”

“It's okay, I don't mind,” I blurt

She gets her one glass, then walks over to me, sitting centimeters away from me. I feel the heat of her body. It makes my heart speed up. 

Then she leans over and pulls something out from under the coffee table. It's a stack of papers and her laptop.

She's about to say something but stops when her eyes meet mine. “Are you okay? Do you need anything?”

I shake my head, her proximity shrinking me. “You look a bit wary. Is this something you actually want to do? No hard feelings if it isn't.” 

My fingers find the nails of my opposite hand. A nervous quirk. “Yea, I do. It's just my first time doing something like this, so I'm a little nervous.”

She smiles softly. “Don’t worry my pretty girl. I'm not expecting you to be Picasso; I just need a little help.”

“Okay” Is all I can muster up. She begins shuffling through the papers. “Okay, so I need to find an art-related topic and talk about how it has impacted history throughout the years.”

I think for a moment. I'm not really good with history, but I do know a lot about the Renaissance era. “Well, you could use the Renaissance art era. It's pretty famous, and there is a lot of research you can cover easily. You could start off by describing what it is and how it differed from other art styles during that time. Then go on to say how some of the art told stories for modern day researches and unlocked things we couldn’t find through old scriptures.”

She smiles. Hard. I mean full teeth, like I just told her she won a million dollars. “You're a genius. I knew I was right about asking you,” she glees. 

My own smile crept up my face after hearing the compliment. “Thank you. I've actually written an essay on it last year for my global class. If you want, I can forward it to you. It's pretty much a summary of the whole era, and I think there are things in it that you can add to your own paper.”

“Yes, pretty, I would like that a lot.”

We continue like this for about 3 hours, and she completes about 7 pages before deciding to call it done for today.

“Are you hungry?” She asks, already getting up and walking to the kitchen before I get a chance to answer. “Well, not really. I ate after my last class, and I have dinner in my fridge waiting for me,” I say loosely. My nerves were very obviously tamed after the time passed.

“Okay, let me put these papers away really quick.” She walks back over to me, bending over to put her laptop and the stack of papers back in the drawer. Her shirt is lifting a little, and her red panties are peeking out of her pants. My legs press together at the image. 

When she's done, she looks back at me, “Wanna watch something?” I nod, still very flustered from the sight just previously passed. 

She puts on a movie I've never heard of and sits next to me. This time, there's no space between us; her thighs are pressed against mine.

“Have you heard of this movie? It's been number one on Netflix all week” She asks.

“No,” I start, “I don't really watch movies. I'm more of a series kind of girl.” 

She lets out a laugh. A short and sweet one. “Oh really, and what other kinds of girl are you, hmm?” Voice dropping an octave and her eyes wandering over my body. If she wasn't next to me, I'd fall to the floor and disintegrate into the tiles. 

“Umm, I'm not sure what you mean, Miss.” 

She smirks, “You don't have to call me miss; you can call me by my name, Leanna.” Her name suits her so well. 

“Leanna? I think that's a really pretty name” I say, cringing in my head. Why would I say I think? Now it seems backhanded.

“Well, I think…” she trails off for just a second. “You're a really pretty girl,” her eyes not leaving mine. Her tongue sticks out slightly to coat her bottom lip, so subtle that if I blinked, I would've missed it. 

“Thank you, I think you're beautiful.” 

She smiles, but the smile isn't a soft one. It's a dark one, matching her eyes, they're almost hazy, and she's peering at me so intensely I almost moan at the sight of her.

“Thank you, sweetheart. Maybe it's time for your lesson, hmm? What do you think?”

“Umm, yeah, okay,” I say dryly, trying to sound as nonchalant as possible while my insides are boiling. 

Leanna put a finger on her lip, almost like she was using it to think. “What should I start with?” She asks herself out loud. 

“Lesson One. Reception” she says slyly. Whatever the fuck that means. My brain is literally turning to mush by the second.

“I'm gonna touch you, but I want you to keep your hands to yourself. Got it?” Her tone is serious; there is no room for banter, just her word, and that's it.

“Okay, I can do that,” my hands fiddling again. 

She puts her hand on my thigh, and the feeling is like a fire igniting. My thighs squeeze together subconsciously, and I hear a very low groan leave her lips. “So responsive,” She whispers to herself. Then her hands lightly graze up and down my thigh, always stopping right before where I want them the most. 

“You let me know if it gets too much, okay, princess?” 

“I will,” I say; it comes out almost like a whine because I'm genuinely melting in the couch. 

I see her think for a moment, then one of her thighs comes up and over mine, straddling me. She looks into my eyes. Fuck she's so pretty. I don't even know how I got here. Then she leans down, sending small kisses from my ear to my neck. My fists are clenching into themselves. I need something to hold, but she said to keep my hands to myself. 

She starts licking my neck lightly. A moan wrings itself out. I feel her thigh tighten a little around mine, but they recover quickly. Her licks become sucks. “Leanna–” She pulls the skin with her teeth, slowly releasing it as she lifts her head. “Yes, my baby?” She dips back down into my neck, doing the same thing, but now she's rubbing my arms. The sensation is so much, especially since I can't touch her. “Fuck, It's so–” I start, unable to finish when her teeth sink deeper into my neck. Her hands graze over my chest, sliding over my nipples, then back to my arms. “Please,” I say. 

“Please, what hmm? Talk to me, what do you want?” Her voice is right next to my ear, and the vibration from the sound makes me grind up against her. “No baby, don't get greedy or I'll have to punish you.” 

My thoughts are nothing holy. I just wanna touch her, even if it's just to hold her, but I can't. She won't let me. Leanna licks where she bit, soothing the skin before coming up and looking at me.

“You gonna be good for me?” Her voice sultry and flushed. 

“I'll be good, I promise, but can I please just touch you?” She smirks, and then her expression softens, her tone becoming soft but laced with banter. “Aww, my baby begging already? Such a good girl. I haven't even taught you that yet.” She presses a kiss to my forehead before continuing. “But no, honey, you're gonna have to be patient for me, okay?” 

I bite my lip to keep from moaning at her teasing tone. Something about her playfully sarcastic compliments is making me hot. So instead of speaking, I just nod. “I'll let it slide this time because I can see you're falling apart, but next time I ask you something, you answer with words.” Her smirk is gone, now replaced with a stern expression.

Her lips suddenly meet mine; it's slow at first, simply finding a rhythm, then it gets hungrier, her hands roaming my body with purpose. My legs rub together to try and relieve the ache that's so tightly wound between them. Her hands find my breast again, but this time they stay there, softly massaging them. I squeeze my hands so hard I can feel my fingernails dig into my palm. The sting is only adding to the plethora of sensations. I moan into her mouth, and her hips buck at the sound.

She's rubbing my nipples through the sweater with precision, the knitted fabric adding to the feeling. I’m squirming under her and unable to keep my hips still. “Leanna– let me touch you– p- please,” I moan into her mouth. In a few minutes, I don't think I'll be able to keep my hands to myself, but I'm doing everything I can to try.

“Patience,” She says softly before kissing me again, this time her tongue dancing with mine perfectly. The sloppiness of the kiss leaves some saliva dripping down the side of my chin. She goes down to lick it and makes her way to my neck again. This time, there is no subtlety; she immediately starts with intensity and teeth. When she bites down, I moan loudly. “Fuck-I-I can’t keep–” I stammer. 

“Yes, you can, you're gonna take what I give you like a good girl,” She says into my ears before dipping down again into my neck. Her hands lazily search for the bottom of my sweater, going under it and slowly leading them upwards, spending time in each area for a while. First, my stomach, then her hands dance on my ribs before tracing lines on the underside of my braless breasts, finally dragging her thumb lightly against my nipple while simultaneously biting into my neck. I scream at the abruptness of it all, and I grab her waist, simply looking for something to hold on to. She pauses immediately. Then looks up at me. 

“Oh baby, I didn't think it'd be so soon, but lesson 2: discipline.”

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8:44 am is the time my phone displays. 9 minutes since I pressed snooze, and here it is again, blaring in my ears. I groan, then remove the covers from on top of me. I press stop on my phone so that the pesky alarm finally shuts off. My feet touch the floor, and I move them back up alittle because of how cold the white tiled floors are against the bottom of my feet. I look to my right and see my cat Milo still sleeping peacefully despite how loud the alarm was.

Finally, I get out of my bed, this time remembering to put my slippers on to shield me from the cold. My dorm is always cold. I've been asking week after week for them to fix the broken window, but they keep sending me delay emails. It is December 3rd, the coldest it usually gets during the fall semester, and I am sleeping with 5 blankets due to how cold it gets at night. 

I hurry to the bathroom, brushing my teeth and washing my face, not taking a shower because I'm running out of time, plus I always take one right before I sleep. I look in my closet and settle on a knitted navy blue button-up sweater, a gray skirt, and skin-toned fleece-lined leggings with sheer fabric on the outside to make it look like my legs, while still being warm. I put on black boots with white leg warmers and my school bag. Looking at the clock its 9:20 am, which means I have 15 minutes to walk across campus in the snow. Fuck. I usually have 25, but I snoozed my fucking alarm. Perfect.

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I reach the lecture hall with one minute to spare, my hair sticking to my forehead from sweat despite how cold it is. My nerves always seem to overpower everything else. As I walk in, I drop my bag and quickly bend over to retrieve it. Right as I bend, someone crashes into me from behind, and I fall over. 

“Watch where–” I pause, seeing who I'm addressing. It’s Professor Keagen. “I'm sorry, Professor.” I am now standing up and looking at my feet in embarrassment. She is towering over me with a subtle smile on her face. She leans down to pick up my bag, and when she hands it to me, I literally freeze. She's beautiful. Her hair is a dark auburn. She has on a burgundy suit with a skirt to match. She's wearing sheer tights and black, red-bottomed heels. Her wrists dance with 2 tennis bracelets and simple studded earrings. 

“It's okay, I know it was an accident, sweetheart.” I nod, then scramble to find a seat, but she calls me back, “You forgot your book.” She is holding up my smut-heavy sapphic erotica, and I feel all the blood go to my face. I look at her before she takes it, gauging her reaction to see if she knows what the book entails, but I can't read her expression. “Thank you,” I say as I take the book and shamefully walk to my seat.

She walks to her desk in the front and starts teaching. “Okay, folks, there is a week before our anatomy final.” For the rest of the lecture, I lose myself in my thoughts, replaying what just happened until I hear shuffling from students beside me, shaking me out of my head and letting me know that class has ended. I pick up my bag, making sure it's properly zipped this time, and make my way to the front to exit. 

I feel a hand on my shoulder. “Could you stay back? I had something to ask.” I look behind me, and of course. It's Professor Keagen. I look around and see that everyone has left, and it's just me and her in the lecture hall. 

I swallow as nonchalantly as I can to make sure my voice comes out as neutral as possible. “Yeah, what's up?”

“Well, I usually see you doodling in my class–” Anxiety pangs in my chest. Is she going to discipline me for this? I mean, I know I draw quite a lot, but it's usually after I finish my assignment. “I'm sorry, I won't do it again.”

“No its okay, honestly, I love them, you are really talented!” she smiles softly, and it meets her eyes, displaying her sincerity. “I was wondering if you could help me with my art final its very important and the next step for my degree.”

I think for a moment. I mean, I've never really helped anyone with art. Let alone for a grade, I just don't want all that pressure on me if she doesn't pass. She seems to read my thoughts and lightly guides my hair out of my face to tuck it behind my ears. “I could help you with something else in return, so it's not just you being the mentor.” 

“Um, I'm not really sure I need help with anything,” my feet shifting from one foot to the other in nervousness.

“Well, I know there's something we both have an interest in, and I can help you cultivate it.” She walks back to her desk and opens a drawer. I don't know what I was expecting, but I would have NEVER guessed she’d pull out the same erotica that fell on the floor earlier.

She comes back with the book in her hand with a mischievous look on her face. “But, only if you're okay with it.”

My eyes widen, and I quickly collect myself when I remember she's staring at me. What does she mean? Does she wanna do a book club or something, or does she want to give me recommendations to similar novels? I mean, what could she possibly be referring to?

“I'm sorry, I guess I don't understand your proposal.” I stammer, “Have you ever been with a woman?” My mouth dries at her question. I mean, honestly, what kind of decisions have I made in my life for this to be my reality?

“No, I haven't,” I answer, almost embarrassed to admit. I mean, I'm reading this freak-ass novel and have nothing to show for it.

“So maybe, in return for you helping me, I could maybe help you recreate some of the things in the book.”

Now I'm completely thrown off. What the fuck is actually happening right now? Is this a prank or something?

“Is this some sort of joke? Because if it is, it's really inappropriate.”

“Do I look like I’m joking? I really need the help. I am drowning in research papers, and my head is going to explode if I read something else I don't understand.” Her tone serious and desperate. Holy hell, she is so pretty when she's asking for something she really needs.

I weigh my options. I've read about a gazillion novels and never had any real experience. I mean, sure, I've had sex with my ex-boyfriend and all, but honestly, he didn't do it for me. I'd just end up waiting for him to leave or to get in the shower so I could use my vibrator and get myself off. 

My parents were also super religious and would never approve of me being with a girl, which is partly why I've always stuck to men. Even though my attraction to them wasn't there.

“I guess I could help you. Where would we have lessons?” I say lowly.

“I live a 10-minute drive away, it's just my cat and me, so you don't have to worry about anyone else.

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“What’s wrong, baby? Why do you look nervous?”

I’ve never taken more than 2 fingers, let alone a whole strap. I’m really nervous, if I’m being honest, but I don’t want her to freak out because of my inexperience. 

So I throw a smile on my face and look her in the eyes. “It’s nothing! I’m ready, let’s start.”

She doesn’t look too convinced. She’s looking into my eyes, no, she’s looking past my eyes like she’s reading the folds in my brain to figure out exactly what I’m thinking. 

I feel so exposed under her intense gaze, I can’t help but look away. 

I look down at my lap and twiddle my thumbs a little, waiting for her to say something.

She takes my chin and positions my face to look at her again. “Princess, you don’t have to, you know? I can always wait until you’re ready. You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.”

But I do want to, I really do, I just don’t know how to react, and honestly, I’m so fucking scared because of the sheer size of it. I mean, it’s massive, I don’t even know how that’s gonna fit in me. 

“No, I want to, I’m sure it’s just..” My words trail off, and my eyes find her strap again.

“Is it too big, my baby? I have smaller ones if you’d prefer them.”

I nod, still not meeting her eyes. She doesn’t move right away. I know her eyes are still on me, but I feel so exposed in this moment that I can’t look at her. 

She gets off the bed and makes her way to the closet that’s filled with rows and columns of toys. She has almost everything you could think of. That honestly makes me even more nervous because she’s so experienced, and here I am. The only thing I’ve ever had in me was fingers.

She takes off her strap and puts it in the closet. Instead of taking a different size, she closes it and walks back towards me. 

“Have you ever used one before?”

The question leaves me dumbfounded because how can she read me so easily? I don’t understand, it’s like she has a chip in my brain that listens to all my thoughts. 

I think about lying and saying yes, but I just can’t lie to her. Especially not when she’s asking me so nicely. Her tone is so sweet it almost makes me want to cry. So instead I just shake my head.

“Aww, baby, is that why you are so nervous? Come here” 

She picks me up and sits me on her lap so I’m straddling her. She’s stroking my hair and moving it out of my face. She places a kiss on my forehead, then leans my face up, kissing my nose and then my mouth. 

“Do you want to try today? Or are you not ready?”

“No, I do,” I say a little too fast, it almost comes out filled with desperation. “I just don’t know what to expect, and I don’t want you to go too fast, and it was so big, and I know it’ll hurt, but I don’t want you to not want to because of my inexperience— 

She cuts off my nervousness with a kiss to my lips. 

“Breathe, Princess. We are going to take it as slow as you need, even if it takes all night. We have nothing but time, pretty girl.”

A big, shaky exhale leaves my lips, and I feel her rubbing circles into my back and caressing my spine, easing my anxiety. 

“If you ever want to stop at any moment, you can tell me, but I am going to push you a little because I know you can do it. If you know you actually can’t, and you’re uncomfortable with continuing, you say red, got it?”

I nod my head, but she says, “I need words, my love, I have to make sure you understand, okay? Now try again and tell me what the word is.”

“Yes, I will say red if I want to stop, mommy.”

“There we go, my sweet girl, I love how easily you follow my directions.”

“I’m going to ease you into it.” She says as she slides her hands down my ribs and onto my hips. Her hands come back up again, and once they reach my shoulders they fall back down landing on my ass. She’s rubbing it slowly while looking at my lips. 

“Good?”

“Yes” 

She leans and kisses me deeply. Her hands find my waist, and she squeezes it like she wants them to sink beneath my skin. A slight sting sends a spark between my legs, and before I know it, a soft, breathy moan leaves my lips.

“Aw, my pretty baby likes it when I’m a little rough?”

She kisses my cheek, then tilts my head a little, finding my neck. She starts with small kisses, then sucks. It’s okay at first, but she’s moving around almost like she’s looking for something. It takes her a while, but when she’s at the crook of my neck, right above my collarbone, my mouth falls open.

“Fu-” I catch myself before I slip into the pure bliss of the feeling. Biting on my lip while she ravishes my neck. 

“No baby, don’t close that pretty mouth, I wanna hear how good I’m making you feel. I love how you sound.” 

She continues sucking on my neck, but moves me so I’m sitting on one of her thighs instead of both. She is directly under me. I clench my legs together, and she bites my neck at the same time. 

“Mommy ”

I don’t even know what I want to say. I just want to say her name. I want her to talk to me so I don’t feel so alone in this explosion of emotions.

“Yes, baby? What’s the matter, hmm? Is mommy making you feel good?”

I try to respond, but her hands find my hips, and she’s sliding me against her thigh very slowly, but the pressure is intense.

I whimper, holding her arms for support. She continues biting my neck and soothing the spot with licks and small kisses. My mind is a little fuzzy, and breathy moans keep escaping me. I’m trying not to fall into a trance, but I almost can’t help it.

“Come, let mommy take off your shirt.”

I lift my arms up, she slides the shirt above my head, and past my hands, the only thing I have on now is my bra. She follows along. Her lacey bra fits her perfectly, my eyes are stuck on it for a while, and I hear her laugh lowly. 

“Lay down for me, princess, let me take care of you.”

I lay down, legs not spread but not touching. She gets on top of me. Her legs on either side of my hips as she finds my lips and begins kissing them slowly. Passionately. She goes down kissing my neck, then my collarbone, then my chest until she makes her way to my bra. 

She’s straddling me now. Sitting up, she pauses.

“So beautiful, I don’t even know where to start.”

Her eyes look hungry, and her bottom lip is tucked under her top lip. The look in her eyes as she gazes over my body makes my thighs clench. 

“So needy, don’t worry, I’m gonna make you feel good real soon, I just want to look at you.”

She runs her hands up and down my stomach, then reaches around my back to unhook my bra in a swift motion. She carefully lifts my hands to take the straps off them. Now I’m naked from the waist up, she licks from just under my belly button to the valley in between my breasts. 

My breath hitches because she is so close to where I need her. 

“Please”

“Please, what baby? Talk to me.”

“Please touch me.”

“I am touching you.”

I swirm a little frustrated because she knows what I mean, but she just wants me to say it. She continues her tongue teasing until I can’t take it anymore. 

My body is literally shivering when she gets close to my nipple, and a wave of dissatisfaction comes in when she moves away from it.

“Please touch my nipples.” 

My voice is so low I barely even hear myself. It’s laced with need and desperation, but of course, she heard me. So she slowly glides her finger tips to my nipples, giving them the lightest circles. 

My back arches so that my nipples can have more contact with her finger.

“Patience, baby, we have to get you warm and ready, okay?”

I moan out of frustration, and that makes her groan in response. She looks like she’s about to lose her mind. Like she hasn’t eaten in days, and her favorite meal is right in front of her, but she’s holding back. I’m not sure why, but she is. It’s like she’s fighting her inner thoughts.

She dips down. Her mouth landed on my nipple. I almost scream in surprise, but I don’t. She can tell I held it in, so she starts going a little harder with her other hand, finding my other nipple and slowly rubbing it. 

My pussy is genuinely convulsing. It needs attention. So I take my hands and try to put them in my panties, but just before they reach. She snatches my hand in one swift motion.

“You don’t get to do whatever you want, princess, you know you have to ask first.”

I close my eyes in desperation, and my hands find the sheets, clenching them in between my fists. 

Her knee comes between my legs, and I moan out loud, finally getting the attention I so badly needed. 

“Mommy, can you take off your bra? I want to see you.”

I don’t want to see her, I need to see her. My blood is boiling in anticipation. I just want her full body heat right above me.

She takes it off in a swift motion and takes my skirt off. I didn’t have panties on because it was a skort, and I didn’t feel like it was necessary, but I’m kind of regretting my decision because it shocks her.

“Oh, baby, no panties today, hmm?” 

Her tongue glides across her bottom lip, and she’s no longer looking at me. She was looking between my legs. Her eyes are low and dark. Then they find mines again.

She comes up to me to kiss me. “Remember your word, princess?” I nod

“What is it?” she whispers. 

“Red”

She sends kisses, slowly decreasing the space from my lips to my pussy. Until she’s right above it. I know she might tease me, but I think I’ll lose my mind if she does.

“Mommy, come on. I really can’t wait.”

She opens her mouth like she’s going to say something, but instead she starts eating me out. My mouth flies open, and my head falls flat on the bed. Her hands are on my nipple, and I’m a moaning mess. 

She groans into me, and the vibration makes a cry come out of me. She then takes a finger and starts pumping.

“Mommy.. so.. good.”

She’s groaning, my words affecting her.

She adds another and curls it upwards while her mouth is still on me. My eyes are tightly shut in pleasure. I fall into the abyss and feel myself getting awfully close. She feels it too, my legs closing around her hand and my hands flying into her hair.

Then she stops. 

My eyes open and vision a little dazed, a frown clear on my face. She licks her lips. “Patience, baby”

I whimper. I mean, I was so close I could practically taste it. All my nerves are on fire, and every touch sends a shiver down my pussy. 

“You’re leaking, baby. Making such a mess for mommy. Ugh, you’re so pretty like this, all spread out for me, and your eyes so needy. Fuck baby”

“You think you can do 3 fingers?”

I moan at the thought, honestly willing to take whatever she gives me. 

“Yes, mommy.”

She goes back down between my legs and scoots me closer to her by my hips. Her mouth continues its rounds, and I feel 3 fingers slip in me at once. It’s like we didn’t even take a break because I’m on the brink again. 

I keep moaning and grabbing anything I can. Her hair is the first thing I find. I pull it, and she groans. The vibration is bringing me right to the edge.

“I’m gonna cu—“

She stops everything. No more fingers, no more tongue on my clit.

“I think you’re warmed up now, princess.”

She walks back over to the closet, taking a smaller strap than the one she had in the beginning, but don’t get me wrong, this one is definitely still big. My eyes are closed again, holding the memory of her tongue.

“Come sit on mommy’s lap, baby.”

I open my eyes and see her sitting against the headboard, her dick intimidating, but the need overpowers any other feelings I have. 

I crawl to her, and she moans at the sight of me. I straddle her, and she waits a moment, holding my gaze.

“Ready for me?” 

“Yes, mommy.”

“Okay, lifts ur hips for me.”

She holds me up, so I’m hovering over the tip of my mouth on her shoulder for support and to muffle my potential screams. 

The tip lines right up at my entrance, and I sink down slightly. My mouth bites into her shoulder, and my eyes well up a little with tears because of the overwhelming feeling of pleasure and pain.

“I wanna see you, look at me. Look at mommy, baby.”

My head lifts up and finds her eyes. 

“I don’t think I can.”

“Yes, you can, baby mommy’s here. I got you, just take your time.”

I slowly sink down, my eyes clenching at the feeling.

She’s kissing my face softly. “There we go, my love, just like that. You’re doing so well.”

The praise is getting me wetter, and before I know it, it’s sliding in on its own. I scream. “Oh, my god.”

“I know, baby, I know. You’re doing so well for me, just sit and get used to it, okay?”

She starts kissing my neck slowly and rubs her hands all over my body. 

“I wanna move now.”

“You sure, princess?”

I nod, “Words, baby.”

“Yes, I’m sure, mommy.”

She lifts me up so her arms are under my ass, and she slowly lifts me up and down. My eyes closed, mouth open, and tears brimming at my lashes. 

“Holy”

“So pretty like this, you are doing so well for me. Taking me in like such a good girl.” 

The words are making me lose my focus in reality, and all I can feel is that it is filling me up over and over. 

She flips me so we are in missionary. 

She is in me again. This time, she’s in control, pumping me in and out. Her hand finds my clit, and she starts rubbing circles on it. 

“Mommy, I’m close again.” 

She slows her pace, but doesn’t stop. She then starts sucking my nipple, and I scream. 

The pressure builds before I can realize it’s there, and before I know it, I’m right on the edge.

“Mommy, please, can I- I’m gonna come, I can’t hold-”

“I know, baby, let go for me.”

I do. My back arches, my eyes squeeze together, my hands fly on her for something to hold, and my moans are louder than ever. 

Soon the wave passes me, but I’m left dazed and sluggish.

She pulls out of me and walks over to take off her strap and get completely naked. 

She comes back with water and is cuddling me in her arms, waiting for my mind to come back to her.

“Is my baby okay?”

I nod, unable to speak from pure bliss.

“Okay, rest a little, then I’m gonna get you in the bath, okay?”

“Okay, mommy,” I whisper. 

“Thank you”