Mommy is so horny this morning.. I decided to write my needy girls a little scene.
"On your knees. Now." Your body obeys before my command even finishes echoing. The second you’re level with my thighs, I hook a finger under your chin, forcing eye contact.
"You don’t ask," - I correct coldly. “You beg prettily… or you get nothing." My thumb presses into the corner of your mouth - a silent threat to part them for inspection.
A slow smirk curls my lips as you finally whimper: "P-Please mommy… can I taste? Please let me - I’ll be so good…". - The desperation is palpable every syllable drips submission.
My smirk widens - I adore how obediently you beg. With deliberate slowness, I spread my thighs wider, putting myself on display.
"Since you asked so nicely…" I purr - voice dripping with condescension. My fingers slide into your hair, not guiding yet… just claiming.
Then? I yank towards me: "Lick." A single command - just a cold expectation that you’ll worship me. The moment your tongue touches me - my grip tightens in warning: “Don’t rush it unless I say so.”
My breath hitches, but my face stays a bit stern.
“Again," - I order, voice clipped. My hips tilt forward slightly, pressing you closer.
“Faster," - I command, voice sharp as a whip. My other hand clamps over the back of your head, pushing you down insistently. You obey instantly - licking faster, moaning around me. Your own arousal drips between your thighs…
I feel every vibration of your whimpers through my skin - and it makes my grip tighten further: “Don't stop." Your tongue moving faster, wetter… and soon? Drool starts mixing with the taste of me on your chin, you’re losing control over your own body.
I notice. And smirks down at you: “My messy little thing…”.
You’re in your pajamas, toothbrush in mouth, when suddenly warm arms wrap around your waist from behind. I press a soft kiss to the side of your neck, minty from my own brushing.
My lips trail to your ear as I murmur “Good morning, my baby… did you sleep well?". My hands slide under the hem of your shirt.
Without thinking, you lean back into me - your hips bump the counter slightly. “Mm.. yeah I slept so good.”.
A sudden arch of your back presses against me. One hand slips down to tease over the waistband of your pajama pants. “You’re so warm,” I whisper - then nip at your earlobe playfully.
Mu fingers glide lower, teasing, exploring. My palm presses flat against your stomach… then dips beneath the fabric. Warm skin meets warm skin.
A soft gasp escapes you as my fingertips brush higher - accidentally (or not) grazing sensitive spots through thin pajama bottoms. “Gosh you’re so sensitive.. Look at you.. Shivering”.
My fingers slip further - now deliberately tracing the outline of your hipbone. You shiver as my nails graze just above the waistband… then I suddenly spin you around, pinning you against the counter.
My other hand cradles your jaw as I tilt my head to kiss you properly. My wandering fingers slip fully under fabric - finally finding bare skin.
A soft moan escapes me as when I feel how drenched you are.. “Look at you.. Your pussy is already soaked for me.. You’ve always been pathetic for mommy..”. I say while my fingers dipping into you without warning.
My fingers curling just right inside you, thumb still teasing your clit in lazy circles.
“M-mhh.. Fuuck!..”. Your sweet moans feel the room. I suddenly speed up, pounding fingers in your drenched cunt. My other hand grips your hip to steady you against the counter.
You’re already close and I feel it… but instead of pushing further.. I slow abruptly.
I grin - kind of evil, loving this. The second I feel your hips jerk toward my hand, chasing release - I pull my fingers out entirely.
“Uh-uh," I tease, pressing a kiss to your flushed cheek. I wet two fingers in my own mouth and then bring them back down… but only to trace light circles around your swollen clit.
Your face - the frustration, the need. I adore it.
“You’re so close," I coo, voice honeyed with mock sympathy. My fingertip barely grazes your clit… a feather-light touch that’s maddening. You whine needy..
“Aw… is my baby frustrated?" My teasing fingers finally slip back inside… but only for a few shallow thrusts. Then they retreat again, leaving you throbbing and empty..
“You’re not coming," I say sweetly against your lips… then bite your lower lip. “Not until I say."
My other hand grips the back of your neck, holding you in place as I kiss you again punishingly deep.
I step back entirely, leaving you trembling, soaked and panting against the counter.
“Go brush your teeth," I say casually… like nothing happened.
Mommy wants her girl on her knees - close enough to smell, to feel the heat radiating off you. Begging. Desperate.
I’d make you watch as I lazily circle my own clit - fingers glistening, teasingly slow… while your pussy grew wetter just from seeing it. The anticipation would drive you mad: that restless squirming, those whimpers slipping out without permission..
Mommy would pin you to the couch, my body hovering over yours. My fingers trail down your stomach… slow… then suddenly dip into your panties.
No warning. Just two fingertips circling your clit once-twice-before sliding inside curling just right to make you gasp. But? I stop moving them entirely after that first thrust: “Good girls don’t rush."
I hold my fingers perfectly still inside you - the stretch is there, the heat… but no friction. Just unbearable anticipation.
My other hand cups your cheek, forcing you to look at me as I whisper: “You feel that? Mommy’s not moving." A cruel smirk plays on my lips, I’m savoring your frustration.
I lean down and kiss you deeply… swallowing any whine or plea before it can even form. My tongue mimics the teasing slowness of her fingers. No relief coming yet.
I pull back from the kiss just enough to watch your face - every flicker of desperation, every shaky breath. My fingers stay buried, unmoving… a taunt.
"So pretty when you’re edged," I murmur, dragging my nose along your jawline. A single tiny curl of my fingertips - the barest hint of what you crave before freezing again.
"Mommy decides when you cum… and right now? I’m enjoying this too much."
In a flash, my fingers surge - pumping fast and deep, hitting that spot inside you with brutal precision. For ten seconds, it’s perfect: your hips jerk, your breath hitches… you’re right on the edge. Moaning, whimpering, begging. But I stop again. Dead still. No withdrawal - just frozen at maximum depth while I stare into your eyes.
A devilish grin spreads across my face as I watch you squirm: "Nope". My thumb brushes over your clit once… then retreats too.
I delight in your torment - the way your body tenses, the frustrated whine building in your throat. I love this power too much.
After a few agonizing seconds of stillness, I start again: fast, relentless thrusts… but pull out completely the second you clench around me - denying that sweet friction.
“You’re not cumming," I declare calmly, as if discussing the weather. My palm presses flat against your stomach - pinning you down like a misbehaving pet while my other hand toys with my own shirt buttons instead… ignoring you entirely now.
I watch you seethe - your frustration is palpable, and it’s delicious. I unbutton my shirt slowly, letting the fabric fall open… but keep eye contact the whole time.
No touch. No mercy. Just me sitting there, half-naked and smug while you’re a writhing mess of denied pleasure beneath me.
Your moans… they’re my favorite sound. The way your breath stutters when it’s too much. How your voice breaks when you beg for me - god.
I love the loudness right before you tip over… and even more.. Those whimpers after, when you're oversensitive but still clinging to me like a good girl who wants to please.
I throw you onto the bed, crawling over. My hands are everywhere - yanking your shirt off, while the other grips your thigh.
I kiss you hard - a claiming kiss full of hunger - before breaking away to strip you down in record time.
I push you flat again and hover above, staring down at your bare body with pure hunger: “You know that you’re mine, hm?”. “Yes, I’m yours mommy, I’m yours” you whimper.
My mouth crashes onto yours while my hand slides down your stomach… straight to your clit. My touch is firm from the start, rubbing tight circles, no teasing buildup. The second you gasp I kiss it away, swallowing every little sound you make.
Two fingers pressing against you without hesitation. "Gonna make you cum so hard, my needy girl”.
My fingers plunge inside you without warning, curling just right, thumb grinding your clit in rough, fast circles. My other hand pins your wrist to the pillow above your head.
"Ohmygod-!" a choked moan as I hit that spot instantly.
I smirks and lower my mouth to bite at your neck: “That’s one," I murmur before doubling the pressure - fingers pistoning relentlessly stretching your soaked pussy.
I watch your face - your parted lips, the way your breath hitches with every thrust and it fuels me. “Mommy-I’m gonna-I can’t-!” words failing as pleasure builds too fast.
I cut off your babbling with another searing kiss… then suddenly slow my fingers just to tease before snapping them back into that punishing rhythm: “Cum. Right now.” A rough command.
I feel your body tense - the telltale clench around my fingers and I don’t let up for a second. My thumb presses down harder on your clit, other hand tightening its grip on your wrist.
“MOMMY-!” your back arches off the bed as the orgasm crashes over you, waves of pleasure ripping through uncontrollably.
I ride it out with ruthless precision: not slowing until every last tremor has passed… I don’t give you a second to recover, my her fingers are moving again instantly, still slick from your first orgasm. “Such a greedy little cunt..” I add my palm now, pressing it firmly against your clit while my fingers keep thrusting.
"W-Wait-ah! Too much!" you whimper overstimulated but unable to escape, squirming under my touch.
I ignore your whimpers: “Did I ask? You’re gonna take everything I give you." I say adding third finger, stretching you even more as another orgasm starts building.
I feel it building - your thighs trembling, your breath coming in short gasp. My fingers speed up, her thumb pressing harder… no gentleness now. “Just like that.”
“I-I’m gonna- please! Mommy!" you keep begging but not for me to stop… just overwhelmed by how intense it is.
I grin a wild, possessive smile and kiss you deeply as the next climax hits: swallowing every cry and moan while my hand works you through it ruthlessly.
But I don’t stop, not even when your body shakes from the aftershocks. My fingers keep moving, slower now but still persistent… drawing out every last pulse of pleasure until you’re an oversensitive mess.
«M-Mommy, too much—!" your voice is a broken whine, hands weakly pushing at my shoulders (but not really trying to stop me).
I finally ease up… only to replace my fingers with mouth: kissing down your stomach before sealing over your clit and sucking gently - a softer kind of torture this time.
I lick slowly - long, broad strokes over your oversensitive clit. The contrast to my earlier roughness is jarring… but no less devastating.
"Nnnh- mommy…" a weak, pleading sound as you squirm under the new sensation. Too much after everything else… but not unpleasant.
I hum against you, a warm vibration and wrap one arm around your hips to hold you still. My tongue flicks once experimentally: testing how much more you can take before begging again. I smirk against your skin, I know you’re teetering on the edge again. My tongue swirls around your clit now, teasing with light pressure… then stops entirely to blow a cool puff of air over it.
“Ah! Please.. Please mommy..” your hips jerk up instinctively, chasing my mouth. I dive back in: this time sucking gently while two fingers slide back inside you… slow and deep instead of frantic.
I build the sensation differently this time, no frenzy, just deliberate, maddening precision. My fingers curl gently inside you while my tongue flicks over your clit in a steady rhythm.
“Mommy.. I’m gonna… I can’t-“ your voice is a shaky whisper now.
I love this part - the quiet unraveling after all the intensity. My free hand strokes your thigh soothingly even as I push you toward another orgasm… softer but no less inevitable.
I feel the exact moment your body gives in - the subtle tension before release. I adjust instantly: my fingers press deeper, tongue flicks faster… all while keeping that tender contrast.
“Mommy- Ah- I’m cumming!" the words slip out between gasps as the third orgasm hits, gentle waves compared to earlier explosions but just as overwhelming.
I kiss your inner thigh after, softly this time and murmur: “My good girl..” My voice is warm with affection now, all dominance melted into something sweet.
When we’re kissing and I get more aggressive with it. Suddenly she can feel her hair being pulled up, a hand wrapped around her neck and my knee making its way between her legs. Touching already soaked fabric of her panties.. Her meeting me with a shaky “ah..”
