Welcome all you Degens

mom, how do i...?

and dad, how do i...?

^ there are tons of other resources but these two will teach you some personal hygiene, home or apartment repairs, easy recipes and basic cleaning techniques, even how to schedule doctor's appointments

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“What exactly are you doing, baby?” I ask leaning back against the opposite counter, crossing my arms. My eyes lingering on the soft roundness of your ass in those little shorts.

“Nothing,” you say innocently over your shoulder.

“Uh huh,” I nod, amused. “Because it looks like someone is begging to be spanked.”

“No, mommy.” You say sweetly, our eyes meeting over your shoulder. Your smile is cheeky and mine is fond. I raise an eyebrow at you when wiggle your ass side to side again.

“You’re sure about that?” I ask, stepping closer, pressing my hips into your ass, leaning in to cover your back completely. “You’re not wiggling this pretty ass around to tease me darling?” Your breath hitches when I thrust forward, pressing you hard into the edge of the counter. I have to bite back my own gasp at the friction of your ass against me.

I curl an arm around you, fingers trailing up your chest slowly until they reach your throat. Wrapping around it until I can feel your pulse thundering against my fingers. I press my thumb and forefinger in, applying a gentle pressure and guiding your head back against my shoulder.

“I bet you’re all wet for me already, aren’t you?” I whisper against your cheek. “Let’s find out just how wet my needy little girl is.”

One hand stays wrapped around your throat and the other slips down your stomach, teasingly slow as you tremble against me. My fingers slip under the waistband of your shorts and panties. It’s obscene how quickly my fingers get coated in your wetness.

i have a rose toy right underneath my clit at the same time so that when it gets way too intense i'm not able to escape it and i'm just made to take it despite overstimulation. 

my body limp under yours as all i can do is whimper and moan pathetically as wave after wave of orgasms hit me, squirting all over the bedsheets much to your satisfaction. cause you love it sooooo much when i make a mess.

and we're done when you say we're done.

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“look at you, poor thing, getting all worked up for me in front of all these people”

that’s what i like about you when you get like this. no walls. no composure. just you.. completely open and needy and so easy to read. i know exactly what you want. i know exactly what you need. and i’m going to make you ask for it properly before you get any of it.

watching you try to hold yourself together. the way you keep shifting. keep pressing your thighs together. looking for friction that isn’t coming. looking at me like i’m supposed to just give it to you. like that’s how this works.

“please.” barely coherent already. hips shifting. hands reaching for me.

moving them back. placing them at your sides. “no. stay.”

you whimpering. too far gone for embarrassment.

“look at you.” so soft. so warm. cupping your face with both hands. tilting it up. making you look at me properly. “so gone already. so sweet like this.” thumbs stroking your cheeks slow. watching your eyes flutter. “you have no idea how you pathetic and needy you look right now, do you?”

shaking your head. not really processing words anymore.

“that’s what i thought.” pressing a kiss to your forehead. gentle. tender. the kind of tenderness that has something underneath it. “my poor baby.” pulling back. looking at you with a specific look. the one that’s warm and patient and watching everything. “you’re so deep in it and we’ve barely even started.”

watching your breath catch at that.

“please.” again. smaller this time. more broken.

“i heard you the first time.” not moving. just watching. “the answer is the same. use your words. tell me exactly what you need.”

you trying. mouth opening. closing. opening again. “i need— i want— please i just need you to—”

“to what.” so patient. so calm.

“please touch me. please i need— please mommy please i’m so—”

“so what?” leaning in slightly. like i’m genuinely curious. like i want to hear you say it.

“so wet.” barely audible. “please i’m so wet and i need— please mommy please i can’t—”

“can’t what?” tilting my head. eyes on your face. not letting you off the hook.

“i can’t take it anymore. please. please i need you to touch me please mommy please—”

“aww.” so soft. so cooing. pressing a kiss to your forehead. your cheek. the tip of your nose. every kiss so gentle. so sweet. hands still cupping your face. “there you go. look at that. you had the words the whole time.”

you whimpering at my words.

“such a good girl.” thumbs stroking your cheeks. “asking so nicely. being so good for me.” watching something in your expression go even softer at the praise. “see? that’s all you had to do.”

finally moving. one hand sliding down slowly. finding you.

pausing.

“oh.” so quiet. so measured. fingers pressing just slightly. feeling exactly how wet you are. the warmth of it. “look at that.” looking up at you. “you really weren’t exaggerating were you.”

you whining slightly. hips pressing toward my hand desperately. trying to get more pressure. trying to get anything.

not giving it yet.

“i know.” so gentle. hand still. fingers barely moving. “i know baby. i feel it.” pressing a kiss to your jaw. your cheek. “you’ve been so patient haven’t you…? sitting here being so good and getting so worked up and not saying anything.”

nodding frantically.

“poor thing.” said so sweetly. so tenderly. “so desperate and trying so hard to be good about it.”

starting to move. barely. just enough to feel. watching your whole body respond immediately.

“there you go.” so warm. so encouraging. “just feel good. you’re doing so well.”

working you slow. taking my time. learning exactly what makes your hips jerk. what makes your breath catch. finding all of it deliberately. memorizing it. using it.

getting you right to the edge.

stopping.

the sound you make.

“shhh.” pressing a kiss to your temple. rubbing your back. soothing. caring. “i know. i know it’s a lot.”

“please—” grabbing at me. “please i was so close please don’t stop please mommy—”

“i know you were.” hand rubbing slow circles on your hip now. no longer where you need it. “you were doing so well too.”

“please.” tears running down your cheeks. “please i’ll be so good please i just need—”

“you are being good.” pressing a kiss to your cheek. catching a tear with my thumb. examining it almost. then looking back at you. “that’s not why i stopped.”

watching your face try to process that.

“i stopped because i wanted to.” so simple. so matter of fact. “because i like watching you like this. because you look so beautiful when you’re desperate.” cupping your face again. looking at you properly. “and because i can.”

you staring at me. completely at my mercy. aware of it now in a way you weren’t before.

“still with me?” so soft. so gentle.

nodding. barely.

"not yet."

you whimpering. hips shifting. trying to find something to press against.

making you wait a little longer because i enjoy every moment of watching you get increasingly needier.

finally lining myself up. pressing the tip against you and waiting there. feeling you try to push down onto me immediately.

holding your hips still.

"be patient."

a broken sound. your hands gripping the sheets. "please— mommy please i've been so good please—"

"you have." pressing a kiss to your jaw. "you have been so good." pressing in just slightly. just barely. feeling you gasp. "that's why you're going to get exactly what you want."

pressing in slow.

so slow.

feeling you stretch around me inch by inch. feeling how warm you are. how perfectly you take me every single time like your body was made specifically for this. for me. feeling you grip me immediately. so desperately. a long shaky moan slipping out of you that you couldn't have held back if you tried.

stopping halfway. just to feel it. just to watch your face.

"mommy—" barely a word. "mommy please all of it please—"

pressing in the rest of the way.

staying completely still.

fully inside you. feeling you clench around me. feeling your whole body shudder from it. feeling how full you are and how much you needed to be full and how those two things are making you absolutely fall apart before i've even moved.

pressing my forehead to yours. looking at you properly.

"you feel so good." cooed at you. "every single time. you always feel this good and it still gets me every time."

you making a small whiny sound. eyes becoming glassy.

starting to move. slow deep rolls at first. taking my time. savoring it. feeling every single second of it. feeling you get wetter the longer it goes. feeling the way you open up for me gradually. the way your body adjusts and then takes me. completely. perfectly.

"mommy—" grabbing at my arms. "more— please—"

"i've got you." not speeding up yet. keeping it slow and deep. making you feel every single movement. "i've got you baby. need to keep enjoying how good you feel."

watching your face. learning it all over again even though i already know it. the way your brow furrows when something feels especially good. the way your mouth falls open. the way your eyes flutter and then find mine like you need to see me while it's happening. like eye contact is part of what makes it real.

holding your gaze. not looking away.

"you feel so perfect." moving a little deeper now. watching you gasp. "so perfect every single time. i don't know how you do that."

"please— please harder— please i need—"

giving you harder. feeling you cry out immediately. your whole body arching up toward me. hips rolling desperately to meet mine. the sounds you're making getting louder and less controlled.

"that's it." so low. so warm. "that's it baby. take it."

feeling how good you feel around me. that's the thing. that's always the thing. i tell myself i'll take it slow. i'll be patient. i'll draw it out. and then i'm inside you and everything rational just leaves. because you feel too good. because the way you grip me and the sounds you make and the way you look at me make it impossible to think about anything except staying right here. exactly like this. for as long as possible.

"i can't stop." against your ear. so honest. so completely undone by you. "you feel too good. you always feel too good. i'm going to need you to just take it."

you sobbing slightly. arms wrapping around me. pulling me closer. deeper. "please don't stop. please mommy please i need it please don't stop—"

"i'm not stopping." pressing deeper. feeling you clench immediately. "i told you. i can't. you won't let me."

your hips moving frantically now. meeting every thrust. chasing it. both of us completely lost in it.

"who do you belong to." so low. so certain.

"you—" immediately. without thinking. "i'm yours mommy—"

"yeah you are." hand finding your jaw. tilting your face up. making you look at me while i'm moving inside you. holding your gaze. "every single part of you. all mine."

you nodding. eyes wet.

"and nobody." pressing deep and staying there for a moment. feeling you gasp at the fullness of it. "nobody else is going to touch you like this. nobody else is going to make you feel the way i make you feel. you understand that?"

"yes— yes mommy yes— just you— only you—"

"say it properly."

"nobody else." your voice breaking on it. hips still moving even though i've stilled. still chasing. still needing. "just you. only you. you're the only one who makes me feel like this. you're the only one i want. please— please mommy please move—"

starting again. deeper this time. harder. giving you everything.

feeling you completely unravel under me. the sounds you make. the way you stop being able to form words and are reduced to just sounds. desperate, whiny sounds that go straight through me. the way your nails find my back. my shoulders. gripping hard. the way you keep pulling me closer like you want me deeper even though there's nowhere left to go.

"mommy i'm gonna cum—" crying properly now. tears sliding down. hips moving desperately. "mommy please i'm so close please don't stop please please please—"

"i've got you." not slowing down. not even slightly. "i feel it. i feel how close you are." pressing deeper. steadier. "cum for me. right now. i want to feel it. cum for me."

my words hitting you hard. your body relaxing more at the permission. feeling you fall apart completely.

the way your whole body arches up and then shudders. the way you clench around me so hard it makes me lose my rhythm for a second. the way you say my name over and over and over like it's the only thing your brain has left. your hips still moving through it. riding every wave. taking everything.

working you through every single second of it. not stopping until you're shaking and your hands have loosened from my back and you're breathing unevenly.

pressing a kiss to your forehead. your cheek. the corner of your mouth.

pulling you close. your face finding my neck immediately. arms wrapping around me loosely.

rubbing your back slow. pressing a kiss to your hair.

"i'm so proud of you." meaning every single word.

you nodding against me.

"Did you really just start grinding faster? Are you getting off to being called pathetic? Oh my god you are... such a sweet and pathetic mutt getting off to --"