“shh, i know baby. i know.”
vibrator pressed against your clit through your underwear. two fingers curled inside you. feeling how full you are. how the pressure builds every time i curl them upward.
“you’re doing so well holding it for me.”
your thighs shaking. hands gripping the sheets. trying to manage both at once and failing at both.
“mommy i can’t— it’s too much, i can’t hold it….”
pulling the vibrator away. bringing my hand down against your clit. sharp. once.
your whole body jolting. clenching hard around my fingers. “i’m sorry— i’m sorry—”
“you can hold it.” pressing the vibrator back. firmer this time. fingers curling deeper. feeling your bladder heavy and full against them from the inside. “i know you can, baby.”
“it’s too full, please— every time you curl your fingers it gets worse—”
“i know it does.” kissing your temple. gentle. reassuring. “that’s not an accident, sweetheart.”
you whimpering at the admission from me.
“here’s what’s going to happen.” turning the vibrator up one setting. watching your hips jolt. “you’re going to cum on my fingers before anything else happens. that’s the only way this ends.”
“i don’t know if i can— it’s too much at the same time, i can’t focus—”
“you don’t need to focus.” pumping my fingers slow. deliberate. feeling every clench. every flutter. feeling how full you are with every movement. “your body knows what to do. just let it.”
your hips caught between two kinds of desperate. rocking forward to chase my fingers and then freezing. terrified to move too much. too full to chase anything.
“that’s it.” watching you try to manage both. “feel both of them, baby. i know it’s a lot.”
“mommy i’m going to leak— i can feel it— i’m going to—”
pulling the vibrator away. slapping your clit again. sharp. feeling you clench violently around my fingers.
“no.” pressing the vibrator back immediately. harder. right against your clit. fingers curling up and holding that spot. “you’re going to cum first. that’s what’s happening right now.”
“i can’t do both i can’t i can’t—” crying properly now. tears sliding down your face. thighs shaking so hard you can barely keep them open.
“yes you can.” not moving from that spot. fingers pressing. vibrator held firm. watching your body fight itself. “you’re already close. i can feel you. your body is right there.”
“please— please mommy i’m begging— i can’t hold it much longer—”
“i know.” turning the vibrator up again. fingers curling harder against that spot. feeling you clench desperately around them. “then you better cum fast, sweetheart.”
your whole body making the choice before your brain does. clenching down hard around my fingers. hips moving forward. back arching completely off the bed. your orgasm hitting fast and overwhelming and messy. the relief and the desperation crashing into each other all at once.
“good girl.” not stopping. working you through every second of it. fingers moving slow. vibrator held steady. “there she is. that’s my good girl. you did it.”
your body shaking. completely wrung out. the relief of cumming and the relief of finally being allowed to let everything else go hitting at exactly the same time.
“see?” pulling my fingers out slow. holding them up between you. slick. “you did so well, baby.” kissing your forehead. your cheek. so proud. so soft. “held it just long enough for me.”
you looking up at me. completely wrecked. eyes wet. chest still heaving.
“such a good girl.” pulling you close. stroking your hair. “mommy’s so proud of you.“
