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pov: you're getting ready to just be all up in her lap in some lacy panties, trying to get her attention and distract her from whatever she's thinking while you kiss at her neck hearing her call you a needy girl
ELIZABETH OLSEN Last Meals (25 November 2025)
Elizabeth Olsen | NYT Cooking (2025)
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"can i finger your pizza?" oh... what's...🧍🏻♀️..🧎🏻♀️... 🍕..
FUCK
Pervy milf neighbor Wanda x innocent fem reader
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warnings: intoxication, perving, legal age gap, fingering, r receiving, nipple play, r receiving, mommy kink
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Soft cotton grazes along your skin as your shirt slips past your waist. The chill of morning autumn air causes goosebumps to bloom across your newly exposed skin. Your body shivers from the change in temperature as you bring your fingers down to the waist band of your pajama shorts. You push down on the elastic band, encouraging it to depart from your body before gravity takes control and it falls on its own.
Wanda watches you through her bedroom window with narrowed eyes. A mug housing lukewarm coffee nestled between both of her palms. The sight of you undressing was not something Wanda expected to be met with once she returned to her bedroom after fetching her morning coffee, but she certainly wasn’t disappointed.
She hasn’t seen you since you left for college after finishing up your gap year. So when she was met with the pleasing sight of you past her bedroom window, stripping garments of clothing from your body, she couldn’t help but stare.
Watching you move about through your bedroom was not something foreign to Wanda. The action had become a habit of her’s before you left for college, though it was not something she was proud of.
When Wanda first moved into the neighborhood, your mother was the first person to welcome her, and the two of them became quite close. She often found herself inside of your home for casual conversation with your mother over wine. Or outside to help your mother tend to her small garden, as your mother claimed she held a green thumb. Though Wanda enjoyed the company of your mother, she found herself mainly paying visits to your home just to be in close proximity to you.
You had become an obsession of Wanda’s. You were so respectful and so caring. Always sure to make Wanda feel welcomed when she entered into your home. Even offering to watch her children, Billy and Tommy, when she and your mother went out. Your innocence was also something that struck Wanda. Lulling her into the web that was you.
Desires to corrupt you and turn your mind dirty scratched at her conscious, but her feelings were pushed down as guilt rose inside of her. It wasn’t right for her to feel this way towards you. You’re her friend’s daughter for goodness’ sake and not to mention she was much older than you.
Though that didn’t stop her from standing in front of her bedroom window, watching you like a creep throughout the night. Some nights, you’d be lying in your bed asleep, and other nights, you’d be obliviously putting on a show for her.
Your curtains were milky white color in color and thin enough for Wanda to see the inside of your bedroom clearly. You’re naivety made you assume that no one would be peeking through your curtains, but unbeknownst to you. The eyes of your beautiful next door neighbor—that you were wildly attracted to—perved on you almost every night. Anticipating on when she could finally lay her hands on you.
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You returned back to your childhood home for fall break. Appreciating the familiarity and privacy you gained from no longer having to share a dorm. Your feet moves quickly across wooden steps, creaking lightly as you make your way downstairs. The dull ache of hunger makes itself known inside of your stomach while you think of ideas on what to make yourself for breakfast. Though all consideration ceases once the smell of bacon reaches your nose.
Your mom is standing at the kitchen island. A half eaten bacon strip bending limpily in her hand and a plate of scrambled eggs beneath her. Her elbows are propped on the counter, as she reads something on her phone with furrowed brows.
“Well good morning y/n. I made breakfast if you’re hungry.” She greets you once you come into view.
“Oh thank God, i’m starving.” You exclaim dramatically, one of your hands raising to rest on your stomach.
Suddenly, she straightens her back and turns towards the cabinets, fetching for a plastic container to store her half eaten breakfast. “I’ve got to head to work now. make sure you turn off the stove when you’re finished eating.” You nod your head in response, watching as she packs up her food and grabs the rest of her belongings. she walks up to you and places a kiss on your forehead before walking towards the door. “Oh- Wanda and I are going to go out after i finish work so I won’t be back until later tonight” she informs you.
“Oh, do I need to watch the kids?” You ask her curiously, resting your hands on top the island. To which she informs you that there was no need since they’re spending the week at their father’s house.
After finishing breakfast, you washed the dishes and moved to the living room. The majority of your day spent laughing at terrible Netflix originals before you eventually fell asleep on the couch.
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The sound of feminine voices and keys jingling woke you from your slumber. You lift your body up from the soft cushion of the couch, once you gain full access of your awareness, and stretch your back, moaning at the release of tension in your joints.
“Y/n” you hear your mother’s voice call your name. Prompting you to turn your head towards the front door. “Say hello to Wanda.” You take notice of how your mother’s words are slightly slurred, almost unnoticeable, as your eyes shift their gaze onto Wanda. Long red hair is curled and a kind smile rests on her lips as she greets you. Anxiety rushes through your body at the sight of her beauty. Raising your hand to wave at her and let out a meek “Hello Ms. Maximoff”
“Oh please y/n, I’ve told you already to just call me Wanda. No need for the formality.”
“Oh yeah, sorry” you apologized sheepishly. “Don’t worry about it” you hear her say as she begins to guide your mother up the stairs. You smirk, amused by the clear evidence of your mother’s intoxication before grabbing the remote beside you and pressing down on the ‘continue watching’ icon that popped up during your slumber.
About 10 minutes pass before you hear Wanda’s foot steps come down the stairs. Though oddly, you don’t hear them fade towards the front door. Instead the volume of her steps rise as she walks towards the living room. Before you can turn around to face her questioningly. You feel the fabric of her sweater against the back of your head and her hands coming to rest beside your shoulders on the sofa back.
You swallow hard as your stomach flips from the sudden proximity. “What are you watching?” Her voice breaks through your thoughts.
“Uh, just a random show that came on” you respond back arching your back and rolling your shoulders. your attempt at casual conversation futile, as Wanda sees right through you. She moves her hands to rest on your shoulder and begins to massage. “Are you tense y/n?”
Her fingers feel good against your skin. You can’t tell if it’s because you haven’t gotten massaged in a while, or if it’s because it’s her fingers that’s massaging you. You sigh and let out an appreciative hum. Wanda smirks, her gaze travels down from the tv screen to you. She can feel the stiffness in your body, influencing her to tell you to ‘relax’.
Her fingers continue to press into your shoulder while you pretend to focus on the tv. So evoked by your skin against her fingertips, and the haziness of her intoxicated mind, she doesn’t notice her massaging has turned into caresses. But you do. The scene playing out on the screen before you turns into background noise. The only thing gathering your focus now being Wanda’s fingers grazing across the exposed skin of your neck and chest. Your breath catches at her unfamiliar affection. Her sudden touchiness confuses you. You try and come up with explanations to excuse her unusual behavior. But unknown to you, Wanda had been planning this since this morning when she saw you through her window.
Not wanting your mother around to question her as she preyed on you, she purposefully drank a significantly less amount of alcohol compared to your mother so that she’d be tired once the two of them returned back home. She needed for the two of you to be alone so she could finally get what she’d been craving before you left for college again.
Her eyes rest on the top of your head as she smooths her hands across your body. You look as though you belong beneath her. Your skin so soft against her fingertips. The buzz from the alcohol makes her gain confidence to slide her hands further down your chest and palm at your breasts, no longer caring about the consequences of her actions. Your body pulses from the rush of anxiety that enters you from her groping. The cold metal of her jewelry stings at your skin. You freeze underneath her touch, not sure how to react, yet hoping she doesn’t snap out of whatever haze she’s in from her tipsiness and stop.
Gripping at your chest, Wanda bends down towards your neck. Her lips graze up and down across your skin before whispering “moya krasivaya sladkaya devushka”, against your neck. Your stomach twitches from the tickle of her breath against your skin. You never knew that Wanda was bilingual. Your time to ponder on new found knowledge is cut short though, as one of Wanda’s hands trail down your stomach and rests above the waist of your jeans.
“Are you going to be obedient for me?” She asks you. Before you can respond, she pinches at your left nipple, causing a whimper to escape your lips instead. She smirks before humming, still waiting on your reply. You nod your head and tell her yes.
She smiles at your easy submission. Her fingers push past your waistband, pressing two fingers against your clothed slit. A breath you hadn’t realized you were holding, escapes in a soft hum from the pressure Wanda applied against your clit. She continues to squeeze at your breasts, switching between left and right, as she pinches and rubs her thumbs against your nipples. Her fingers never falter from the quick circles she produces around your sensitive clit. Until she feels your sticky arousal leak past the material of your underwear and coat her fingers.
She orders you to pull your pants down, prompting you to reach for the button of your jeans and push them past your bottom. Her fingers grip onto the side of your underwear before sliding them away from your sticky core, bringing your pussy into view. She slaps at your cunt, causing your legs to jerk together, before she slips her hand past the band of your underwear and plunges two fingers into your needy cunt.
The wetness of your pussy causes little to no resistance. Your walls tighten around her digits as she starts to roughly fuck into your hole. The immediate harshness of her fingers fucking into you makes your body tingle with an overwhelming pleasure. Your moans begin to heighten, prompting Wanda to quickly drag her fingers away from your breast and press her palm onto your mouth.
“Be quiet baby, you don’t want your mom to wake up do you?” She asks you pumping her fingers into you faster. You shake your head quickly as tears fall onto her hand. “No? You don’t want her to hear how much of a whore you are for me?” she asks you condescendingly. To which you shake your head once again. her degrading causes your pussy to ache all the more.
She feels your pussy tighten and pulse around her fingers, warning her of your close arrival. “Are you gonna come for me y/n?” She asks you. A muffled whine is what she hears in return. Turning your face towards her’s, she locks eyes with you and asks you once again “Are you going to come all over mommy’s fingers, princesa?” Her eyebrows furrowed in false sympathy as you writhe against her fingers in search for contact against your clit. Mewling against the palm of her hand.
She tells you that you must be quiet if you want her to let you come before removing her damp palm away from your face and bringing it down onto your pussy. She rubs your clit in slow circles before speeding up her pace. Your legs begin to tremble from the stimulation as you feel an orgasm approaching. You come once she orders you to do so, letting out a weak moan attempting to obey her orders and continue to stay hidden from your mother.
Wanda continues to plunge into your sticky cunt before pulling her fingers out of you. your stomach trembles from the withdrawal as Wanda kisses down the side of your face before bringing her fingers to her mouth and licking them clean of your arousal.
“You did so well for me baby.” She praises, grabbing at your jaw and turning your face to the side so that she could lean down to kiss you. Her tongue enters your mouth and you tiredly try to keep up with her pace. Tasting yourself on her tongue in the process. She pulls away and praises you once more. “Thankyou for being so obedient for me like you promised” She smiles at you adoringly before pecking your lips.
now who taught miss olsen 67
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sleeping well tonight
what WHAT oh my god she’s serving cunt!!!!!
just come be the woman i neeeeeeeeed
we love mommy wanda ⋆. 𐙚 ̊₊˚
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