you sit beside me on the couch, our knees brushing. you've been quiet all night. the movie plays softly on the tv. the candle on the coffee table flickers, casting us in its warm ambient glow. i couldn't even tell you what the movie is about.
your eyes keep flicking to my mouth. your fingers fidget with the hem of the blanket we are sharing. your lip is caught between your teeth. i let the silence linger. let you build up the courage. and when you finally speak, your voice is barely above a whisper.
"i've always imagined my first time being...here. like this. on the couch..."
you laugh, nervously. i look at you, steady and soft. "that's not silly," i murmur. "that's sweet."
when i reach out to caress your cheek, you lean into my palm with a soft whimper. you lean in close as if you've been yearning for it.
"can i?" you nod.
the kiss is slow at first--barely a press of lips, more of a promise than a kiss. then deeper. your breath hitches, your hands find my shoulders, and you tilt your head just so, letting me taste the yes you've been holding on your tongue. i don't rush. you don't need rushing. you need worship. i ease you gently into my lap, coaxing you to straddle my thigh. your legs tense. your skirt rides up to your hips. you bite your lip again--but this time, its not to hold back. its to keep from moaning when i cradle your hips. "you're safe," i whisper against your mouth. "you're allowed to want this." i guide you. i praise you. every touch unhurried. and you melt--bit by bit--until you're clinging, gasping, moving with my thigh.
"that's it," i coo in your ear, watching as your lips part into those pretty little broken gasps. "you're doing so well baby."
your hips twitch again, tentative, unsure. my hand caresses your back, my hand on your hip guiding your movements.
i kiss the hollow of your throat, you whimper my name.
your fingers curl into my shoulders. you roll your hips again--this time with purpose--and your gasp. fuck. your gasp.
"o-oh--!"
I grin against your throat.
"there you are."
one hand slides up, disappearing beneath the hem of your shirt. you shiver, and i feel your thighs squeeze around mine.
you are so sensitive. so open. so mine.
"it's so much," you whisper, breath shuddering. "i dont want to stop, m" "you dont have to," i encourage against your throat. "we're right here. you and me." i kiss you again, deeper this time. your lips part like they've been waiting. like you've been aching. my tongue slides against yours and i can taste sugar.
i let my thigh flex beneath you. you keen against my lips.
"let me take care of you." "let me make you feel good."
"Please, mama...i want you. i need you...ive been so good. please..."
that's all i needed to hear.
i raise my thigh and you arch into my chest. my fingernails drag along your spine until goosebumps prickle your skin. i grind my thigh against your pussy. i can feel your heat. how wet your panties are. just for mama.
"does that feel good?"
a whimpered "uh huh"
"use your words, honey."
"yes mama," you whine, groaning against my shoulder. "feels so good, so very good."
"good girl."
i stand with you cradled in my arms, setting you onto the couch. you sink into the cushion, whining when i pull away, attempting to keep your arms around my neck.
i lean in and press my lips to your cheek. "mama isn't goin' anywhere." you nod, reassured and lean back, grabbing the nearest throw pillow to hold onto.
"open up for mama,"
you gaze at me from behind the throw pillow. your legs are bouncing with nerves. i smile, waiting patiently.
then slowly, oh so slowly, your legs part for me. i inhale deeply and sink to my knees. i lift your thighs and press you open wider, you grip the pillow tighter, hips bucking on instinct. you watch me wide eyed, bottom lip trembling.
"look at you," i purr, gaze fixated between your thighs. the slick fabric of your panties clings to your pussy lips. i lean in closer, breath warm against your inner thighs.
my mouth kisses where you need it most and you let out a shrill, high pitched cry.
"mamaaa...pleaaaseee...!"
"shhh, baby" i purr against your cunt, tasting you through your panties. "mama's got you."
you writhe. your hips buck, you grind down against my tongue. i devour you through your panties.
"mama!" your scream is muffled by the pillow. "im g-gonna...im gonna--!"
"look at me."
with shaky breaths, you lift your head and gaze down at me. i look back up at you, a glint in my eye.
"good girl." my tongue flicks over your clit. your eyes roll back, lips parted but no sound comes out.
"that's it," i purr, holding your thighs open even as they dare attempt to close around my head. "let it out for me. cry for mama."
"m-mama!" you rasp out and i groan into your cunt. "please! i'm cumming...!"
my licks begin to slow, dragging out the last waves of your orgasm. your panties are clinging even tighter. slick with my spit and your pussy juice.
i rise from my knees, standing above you. i lick the glistening slick from my lips. you lay there, still clutching the throw pillow. your eyes wide and glassy.
i reach down and cradle your cheek, you lean into it with a shaky yet satisfied sigh.
i gather you up in my arms, cradling your head against my breasts. you snuggle in, your eyes drifting closed. we lay on the couch together like that. the tv still buzzing quietly. the candle flickers.
"you did so good for me," i coo, kissing the top of your head. "my brave, sweet girl."
"thank you, mama." you whisper, cheek squished against my chest.
"anything for you, cuddlebug."
