your best friend's mom grabbing your waist when you get up to go to the restroom in the middle of the night. you can smell the alcohol on her breath. she takes you by the hand and leads you to her bedroom, patting the side of her bed and telling you to crawl in bedside her. she pours you a glass of wine and when you tell her you've never had any, she cradles the back of your head, tipping the wine to your mouth and hushing you, telling you its okay, just try it. it burns your tongue, but she makes you swallow the whole glass.
you notice she's in nothing but a tiny robe that barely covers her mid-thigh. that it's not tied all the way, when she moves back to pour another glass, you can see the material brush past her nipple. she makes you drink another glass the same way, you don't protest this time. her voice, her nails scratching the back of your head soothe you. the alcohol makes you feel warm all over.
she moves to cradle your head in her lap, still whispering praises and sweet words to you. telling you all about if you were her girl she wouldn't leave you like your mommy had, that she'll take care of you now. that she's noticed the ways you look at her body. she hushes you, tells you not to be shy. that it's a mommy's job to teach her baby girl.
she pushes her robe back she she cradles your head again. she whispers all her praises as she encourages you to take her nipple in your mouth. the alcohol has spread all through your body and in your head at this point relaxing you, leaving you completely blissed as you suck and lick her heavy breasts. she holds your head firmly in one hand as the other trails between your legs. her moans grow louder as she discovers how wet you are for her, how willing you are to take her fingers.
when she's had her way with you she replaces her nipple with her fingers, making you taste yourself. taste just how good mommy made you feel. she asks you if you want to make mommy feel good, if you think mommy deserves to feel good after how well she takes care of you. when you nod your head, she lays you back against her pillows before straddling your face. you stick your tongue out like you're told and she does all the work. holding your head in place and riding you. she alternates between smothering you and giving you the opportunity to breathe. you obey when she stops and turns around, telling you to suck hard on her clit as she moves down your body, licking your aching cunt.
you don't know how long the two of you stay like this. your faces buried in each other's cunts. you've lost count of how many times you've felt her thighs close around her head as she cums on your tongue, how many times she's lifted her hips to listen to you cry out for her, for mommy, as she makes you orgasm.
when she's done with you, you can see the sun coming up past her curtains. she kisses your face slowly all over, telling you how proud mommy is of you. but you need to go back to her daughter's room so she doesn't find out. when you whine she kisses your face again, promising she'll find you again. that you're her's now. that you're each other's little secret
