The kitchen is dim - just the soft glow of the fridge light after dinner. You’re leaning against the counter, barefoot in an oversized sweater (mine), fidgeting with need.
I catch your gaze while drying my hands… “You’ve been staring at me all night, baby." I cup your face - thumb brushing your bottom lip. “What do you want?". “You, mommy..”
I tilt your chin up, my expression shifting to something softer but still dominant. “On your knees," I say simply… My hand slides from your face down to the hem of my skirt, lifting it slightly - a silent invitation.
You sink to your knees “Yes mommy”. I watch with quiet intensity, one hand resting lightly on your head as I guide you closer.
"Good girl”. Then my fingers gently tangle in your hair. I shiver as your lips finally press against me through the fabric - soft, hesitant. I exhale sharply, fingers tightening just slightly in your hair. “Kiss me properly," I murmur. My other hand hikes up my skirt fully now… revealing lace underwear already slightly damp. “Mommy.. Please.. Please I need you.”
I guide you closer - my fingertips tracing the shell of your ear as I nudge you towards. “Use your tongue," My hips tilt forward infinitesimally… a soft command.
I gasp as your tongue darts out, tasting me through the lace. “God… Just like that baby”. The words slip out in a breathy sigh. My hands cradle your face now, thumbs stroking your cheeks as you explore - my reward for patience.
Then I hook my fingers into the sides of my panties and slowly peel them down. I hear your whimpers - tiny, desperate sounds vibrating against my skin and it undoes me. "Look at you, so needy for mommy”. My hand tilts your chin up… forcing eye contact for a heartbeat.
Then - finally - I bring you forward… pressing your lips directly to my clit. I gasp when your tongue finally flicks over me properly… My fingers tighten in your hair. I start rocking gently against your mouth - chasing the pleasure you’re giving so perfectly. “Such a good girl”.
I shatter - my climax crashing over me in waves. A choked moan escapes as my fingers gripping your hair.
Then slowly I sink to my knees in front of you too… eyes glossy with afterglow but already hungry for round two. I kiss you… deep and slow, sharing the taste of my own pleasure with you. “My turn," I murmur, before gently pushing you onto your back on the kitchen floor.
My body giver over you, lips finding yours again. Hands trail down your body… taking off your sweater with patient fingers. I kiss down your neck… collarbones… lower. You whine “Please…”.
My lips trace the curve of your breast - teasing through fabric first. Then I peels away the rest of your clothes with deliberate care, like unwrapping something sacred. “Please what, baby? Use your big girl words.”
Her mouth finds bare skin at last… kissing down your stomach, each press lighter than a butterfly’s wing - until I reach where you’re most sensitive. “Please.. I want to feel your tongue..”
A slow exhale against you… then my tongue flicks out in one experimental lick. Watching for your reaction. Your back arches off the floor - “Mommy..” you gasp, your hands flying to my hair.
My free hand slides up your thigh, squeezing gently as I lose myself in pleasuring you just right. I feel you trembling - your thighs quivering around my ears, your breath coming in shallow gasps. It fuels me… makes me want to drag this out even longer.
I can see you’re close - your whimpers pitch higher, your hips twitch with every brush of my tongue. I double down… adding one finger inside.
The dual sensation - my mouth still working you relentlessly and that one skilled finger pushes you over the edge. I don’t let up even as you shatter… riding out every pulse of your orgasm with patient devotion.
“My beautiful.. beautiful girl..”
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