Summary: When Wanda finds out Y/N is celebrating his birthday alone, she invites him over for a party. Afterwards, he gets to unwrap his best present. Wanda in lingerie.
Tags: R is a binary trans man and fully transitioned, R has a fully functional phalloplasty, Fluff, Smut, GentleDom!Wanda, Age gap, Mommy kink, MDLB, Teasing, Breast play, Tit sucking, Grinding, Panty fucking, Praise kink, Begging, Vaginal sex, Riding, Creampie
A/N: This story was requested by anon. It's in the same universe and is kind of a part two to When Life Gives You a MILF.
Ever since she and Y/N had first hooked up under the guise of "working on the house", Wanda hadn't been able to stay away from him.
By now, all her home improvement problems were resolved. She'd invited Y/N over more times than she could count to fix the rest of them, though her real goal was just to get him in bed with her. It worked every time; she couldn't get enough of the sweet boy, and he clearly couldn't get enough of her.
She supposed she was a bit addicted to him, considering her house had dozens of problems when she first met him less than a month ago, and now, it had none. Now that she didn't have the "I really need this fixed, can you come over?" excuse, she had to find other ways to talk to Y/N.
Though it didn't compare to feeling his body against hers, Wanda had come to enjoy texting him. She felt like a teenager again, staying up late to talk to the boy she liked.
Tonight was no different. It was nearly one in the morning, and Wanda was sprawled out on her bed, beaming from ear to ear as she texted Y/N. The conversation hit a lull, so she asked a question that usually helped reignite it.
What are your plans for tomorrow, baby?
Wanda liked knowing about his days, what he was doing, how he spent his time when he wasn't with her. The three dots popped up within seconds, dancing across her screen torturously as she waited for him to reply.
it's actually my birthday tomorrow lol. i'm probably just gonna order some pizza and watch one of my fav movies to celebrate.
Wanda perked up at that. It was his birthday tomorrow? She had no idea. And why was he spending it alone? That just sounded absolutely dreadful. She quickly typed back.
I had no idea it was your birthday, Y/N! Why spend it alone? Did my boys forget? Oh, they're going to get a talking to if they forgot your birthday.
God. She would unleash hell on Billy and Tommy if they forgot Y/N's birthday. She thought she raised them better than that.
no need to do that lmao, they didn't forget. they don't know tomorrow's my birthday. i'm pretty secretive about it, so feel lucky i told u :p
Wanda smiled solemnly at that. She felt honored he told her about his birthday, but it deeply saddened her that he was so secretive about it and was going to celebrate alone. She quickly thought of an idea and wrote him back.
Oh, believe me, I know I'm lucky. Everyone who has you in their life is lucky. I don't want you spending your birthday alone, and I'm sure my boys would agree. Why don't you come over tomorrow for a small celebration? It'll just be us four.
Wanda waited impatiently for his reply. She hoped he'd say yes, but she wouldn't take no for an answer even if he tried. She was going to make his birthday special. She was already brainstorming what she was going to do to him after the party, but got pulled out of her thoughts by his reply.
are u sure? u don't need to do all that for me. i'm fine with my pizza and movie :)
Wanda sighed, rolling her eyes affectionately. He was so dense, so hard to be dissuaded when he made his mind up about something, but she was up for the challenge.
No, Y/N, you are not fine. You will be coming over tomorrow. I want to do this for you more than anything. Please believe me, darling.
She smirked as she hit send. She knew he was probably blushing behind his screen, fruitlessly trying to figure out how to form another polite rejection. He couldn't say no to her when she got into a commanding tone like that, so she wasn't surprised when she read his reply.
yes ma'am, lol. this means a lot to me, i'll definitely be there.
Victory. Wanda knew it would be easy to get him to cave, but it was always adorable when she was reminded how truly submissive he was. She looked over at the clock beside her bed. Almost two in the morning now. She needed rest if she was going to plan a good party for him.
Good boy. How about you come over for six? Don't bring anything, I'll cover it all. Wear something you feel comfortable in. Just don't stress about anything. Tomorrow's your day.
Wanda knew that Y/N liked the idea of a day being fully about him more than he'd like to admit, and he only confirmed that by not fighting back at all.
sounds perfect wanda :) i'm looking forward to it.
She smiled down at her phone, already looking forward to spoiling Y/N tomorrow and giving him the best day possible. She yawned, and was reminded that, for now, she had to let this perfect man go.
Likewise, sweetheart. As much as I adore our conversation, it is getting rather late, and I must be rested to plan your party. Sweet dreams, handsome. Xx.
She smiled down at the good night wanda <3 sleep well text she received from him before locking her phone and shutting her eyes.
The party was going to be fun, of course, but Wanda's mind lingered on what would happen afterwards. How it would feel for him to be here, sharing the bed she was currently in alone? What sounds would he make as she had him pinned under her? The other presents she planned to get him were trivial. She was his real gift.
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"Get up. Now. We're throwing Y/N a birthday party."
Billy and Tommy slowly blinked awake, trying to process their mother's words. They glanced at each other from across their shared bedroom, and then back at her.
"Huh? What do you mean? It's not his birthday." Tommy said sleepily, with Billy nodding in agreement.
Wanda wanted to roll her eyes. Did these boys know nothing? They knew Y/N was shy and closed off, why would they assume it wasn't his birthday? Wanda rubbed her temples exasperatedly, replying, "It is. He told me last night. Don't question this, okay? He planned to celebrate alone, and I couldn't stand that, so invited him over."
The twins exchanged another look before reverting their eyes back to Wanda. When she spoke this seriously, they knew it was better to just listen to her. And, of course, they cared deeply for Y/N, and didn't want him spending his special day alone.
"Fine," Billy said, rolling out of bed and walking over to his closet, "I'll get decorations and a gift for him."
Tommy got up in similar fashion, looking hungover from sleep but determined to help. "I'll deal with food and entertainment stuff."
Wanda had to stop herself from beaming. She was already planning to assign duties to each of the boys so she could focus on making herself look good for Y/N, but they'd already taken it on themselves to do that. Wanda happy exclaimed, "Perfect! I'll make sure the house is nice and tidy for when he comes over."
She walked over to each of her sons, giving them both a kiss on the forehead. "Thank you both so much. The party's at six. I'm so proud of you both for stepping up to make Y/N's birthday special."
Quicker than they could respond, Wanda left their room and went back to her own. Now that she had her sons handling the technicalities of the party, she could focus on what really mattered: how she looked.
She opened up her closet and began to sift through her options. Nothing stood out to her. Her marriage with Vision had been dead for years before they officially divorced, so she never felt the desire to dress up for him, resulting in an unfortunate lack of sexy attire.
Wanda had gotten so desperate that she dug all the way back in her closet, and that was when she struck gold. Lacy red lingerie. God, she couldn't remember the last time she had worn it. Maybe before her boys were even born. Regardless, she knew Vision hadn't appreciated it nearly as much as Y/N would.
She made sure her door was locked before she tried it on. She prayed it would fit. It took her a couple more minutes than she would have liked to admit to get it on. After all, she believed it had been over twenty years since she had dressed up sexily for anyone. After about three minutes of struggling, she had it on.
And, oh, it still fit like a charm.
Wanda couldn't help but bite her lip when she saw how she looked in it. If anything, it fit even better now than it did when she first got it.
Delicate lace framed her curves, making her look even more tempting than before. The tiny, floral pattern was intricately stunning, and the shade of red looked gorgeous in contrast to her pale, soft skin. The elastic pushed her breasts up, making her look even bustier than usual. The panties were practically nonexistent, just a thin, see-through strip that would barely separate her most intimate area from Y/N. The garter belt completed the look, adding just the right amount of dominance and sex appeal that would make him easily cave for her.
Wanda twirled in the mirror, admiring her ass and curves from the back, too. She smirked to herself, knowing she still had "it". All she wanted was to look good for Y/N, and she knew this look would have him drooling.
The lingerie was only half of the outfit, though, she still had to find a dress to wear. It was always a dilemma when Y/N and the boys were together. It was mandatory to look appropriate and motherly for them, but all she wanted to do was look appealing and sexy for him. She knew that at this point she should probably just go on a shopping spree and find a closet's worth of outfits like that, but right now, she was working against the clock and needed to find something asap.
After a couple more minutes of digging in her closet, she found another archaic piece of clothing she deemed fitting for the occasion.
It was a black dress, short enough to draw Y/N's eyes without raising suspicion from her boys. It was another piece of clothing that she swore she couldn't have worn in at least twenty years, but since the lingerie worked, she hoped it would work, too.
She pulled the dress on, being careful to not mess up the delicate lingerie underneath. Once she managed to zip it up herself, she checked herself out in the mirror, beaming at the way it fit her. Just like the lingerie, it looked immaculate on her. It went up to her mid thighs and clung to her curves like a second skin. The neck line wasn't too deep, but it was better to tease than just reveal everything, especially knowing her sons would be around.
The dress hid the lingerie perfectly. She couldn't wait for Y/N to see it, but she didn't want him to until she had him alone. That was going to be his special gift.
Wanda spent the rest of the afternoon tidying up the house like she told the boys she would. It was pretty much perfect already, due to how much Y/N had been coming over and helping her out with things, but she did it anyway for the sake of keeping face in front of her sons.
When Billy and Tommy got back from shopping for what they volunteered to get, they worked with Wanda to set it up nicely. They hung up streamers and balloons, and Billy even bought letters to hang up in the living room that said "Happy Birthday Y/N!".
Tommy bought pizza, much to Wanda's dismay, but at least it would be better eating it together than alone. He also got Y/N's favorite soda, chips, and cake. Wanda smiled quaintly as he pulled the liter of Dr. Pepper out of the bag, knowing she'd be offering Y/N some of her finest wine once the boys were preoccupied.
"Good job, boys. You managed to get it all done," she glanced at the clock. 5:35. "And with half an hour to spare! I'm proud."
As the boys went off to change into their party clothes, Wanda spiffed up her hair and makeup, and checked to make sure she was still looking good. She knew she looked like a bombshell, but Y/N was different. She wanted to look perfect for him, to give him something worthwhile on a day he appeared to hate so much.
Before she knew it, the doorbell rang, and she was unwillingly having a party hat forced onto her head by Billy. So much for all the work she just put into fixing up her hair…
She let the boys answer the door, not wanting to seem too eager or make them think she was obsessed with their friend (even though she so obviously was). She admired Y/N from afar, looking handsome as ever.
He wore a white tank top that showed off his muscular frame. Over it was a short sleeve button up shirt, which happened to be unbuttoned, making him look as tempting as ever. He had on baggy shorts and sneakers, looking the perfect mix of sexy and cute. She could just eat him up right this second.
Once the boys had given Y/N their greetings, Wanda made her way over to him. To her sons, she was simply walking, but to him, she was sauntering. She looked beyond stunning, and he did his best to not just gawk at her body.
He swallowed awkwardly, his Adam's apple bobbing in his throat as he choked out, "Hey, Mrs. Maximoff. Thanks for doing all this for me. It was really thoughtful."
Wanda smirked up at him. He was such a big guy, but he was so easy to fluster. She leaned in, pulling his stiff body into a hug as she happily replied, "Oh, don't you go thanking me! It's your birthday! It was our duty, as your friends, to make your day special."
She turned away then to get him some food, swaying her hips as she walked, knowing his eyes were glued to her. Fortunately for Y/N, Billy and Tommy quickly pulled him out of the entryway and into the living room, distracting him with questions about his birthday and what he was going to do in the upcoming college semester.
Wanda came back a couple minutes later with plate loaded with pizza and snacks for Y/N. She made sure to lay all her sweetness on him, knowing it made him extra flustered and shy. "Here you go, sweetie. A big boy like you deserves big birthday dinner. How old are you turning again?"
Y/N thanked Wanda quietly, opting to look down at the pizza instead of her, not wanting her to see how deeply he was blushing. After taking a bite of his pizza, he answered, "Twenty."
God. She had to bite back a moan. She loved his youth, his virility, his energy. It made her feel young again. Plus, she had to admit, she was more than a little into their age gap. It got her wet if she thought about it too hard, so for now, she just focused on the party. "My! You're growing up fast. If you're twenty now, that means my sweet boys will be also be twenty soon! My heart can't handle that!"
Billy and Tommy rolled their eyes, delving into the pizza they got for themselves instead of listening to their mother's sappy words.
The party was perfect. Y/N didn't like a huge fuss to be made about him, so the small gathering was ideal. He shared lots of laughs with Billy and Tommy, and stared at Wanda when it wasn't too obvious. She had been subtly putting on a show for him the whole time, swaying her hips as she walked, bending and posing provocatively, and whispering and giggling in his ear. He felt his cock throb in his pants as Wanda set his cake down in front of him, but did his best to act normal.
Once the happy birthday song and cake eating were over, Wanda was elated to see that her sons were exactly how she expected them to be. Zonked out. Since they were young, whenever big meals were served to them, afterwards, they'd fall into a food coma and be out for the next couple hours.
Y/N was sitting awkwardly next to them, trying to entertain himself with the gift the boys got him, a small Marvel Lego set, when Wanda entered the living room, took his hand, and slowly dragged him into the kitchen. She shut the door behind him and breathed a sigh of relief.
"Finally," she said, walking up to him and wrapping her arms around his neck, "It's just us. This is what I've been wanting all night."
Y/N's hands instinctively went to Wanda's waist, trying to be subtle as he felt her up through her dress. He was shy as always, but he managed to mumble, "You look so beautiful. Just… drop dead gorgeous, Wanda."
She just smirked, pressing a soft kiss to his neck, making him shiver before pulling away. "I know, darling. You think I got all dressed up just for fun? No, this is all for you."
As Y/N continued to watch her every move with hungry eyes, Wanda reached down into a hidden kitchen cabinet and pulled out one of the fine wines she kept for special occasions. She got two glasses out and poured herself and Y/N some before sauntering back over to him and handing him a glass. "Tommy was… sweet buying the Dr. Pepper. But you're a big boy. I think you'll like something with a more… refined taste."
Y/N sipped the wine, trying to hide the small grimace that involuntary flashed across his face as the initial flavor hit his tongue. After letting the taste kick in for a couple seconds, he rasped out, "It's good, Wanda. Thank you."
She just laughed at how adorable he was, taking a swig from her own glass before setting it down and wrapping her arms around him again. She liked to feel his solid warmth underneath her hands. She leaned up once more, pressing some long, slow kisses to his neck as she mumbled, "Thank you for coming, baby. Thank you for letting me celebrate you. You deserve it more than anyone."
Wanda then guided him to set his glass down and began to sway with him. There was no music, but the couple didn't need it. They had each other. The rhythm of their hearts was enough.
Y/N's big hands slid down to Wanda's waist, steadying her. He gazed into her green eyes, feeling more love for her in this one moment than he ever did for any of the girls he was formerly with at college. He leaned down to give her a soft, slow kiss, whispering as he pulled away, "No. Thank you for having me. This is the best birthday I've ever had."
Wanda smiled widely as he kissed her, gripping onto his shoulders harder than before. She felt more cherished now than she ever did in her whole marriage with Vision.
The pair spent the next couple minutes dancing and drinking. Once Wanda was sure that Y/N was at least buzzed from the wine, she pulled away from him. She was excited. She was about to give him his big present. She took his hand, helping steady him, and murmured, "Come with me, handsome. Just be quiet so we don't wake the boys."
Wanda then quietly dragged him from the kitchen up to her bedroom, a place he had been so many times, but she didn't let him in just yet. "Stay here for a couple minutes, okay? Can you do that for me? When I'm ready for you to come in, I'll knock on the door three times."
Y/N nodded in acknowledgement and Wanda slipped into her room. She made quick work of taking her dress off, rushing to hang it back in her closet and grabbing what hung beside it. Once the dress was off, she put on a silk robe. It came with the lingerie set, made of the same red color.
She checked herself out in the mirror, tightening the robe's tie. She wanted the lingerie underneath to be completely hidden for the time being. She was Y/N's present, and she wanted him to have fun unwrapping her.
Once she was completely sure only the robe was showing, she went back to the door, knocking on it thrice to let Y/N know she was ready for him. She stood back as he began to open it, wanting him to take all of her in from a distance.
Once Y/N stepped in and she saw the way his eyes widened, she knew she had won. He was frozen in the doorway, eyes wide and glued to the way the thin robe hugged her mature curves. Wanda laughed internally, realizing that she didn't even need the lingerie. This robe alone would have been enough to drive him crazy.
As adorable as he was just standing nervously in the doorway, Wanda wanted more from Y/N than just his obsessive gaze. She slowly raised her hand, wagging her finger as a "come here" gesture. "Come on, sweet boy. Don't just stand there. Come unwrap your present."
Y/N, being unable to refuse any command Wanda gave him, quickly shut and locked the door behind him and approached her. He swallowed hard, staring at the way the robe pushed her breasts up as he mumbled, "M-my present? But I already got the Legos-"
Wanda smirked, bringing a slender finger up to his lips and shushing him. He was so earnest, it made her want to pin him down right then and there. "Shh. Your gratitude is admirable, but we both knew from when you first walked in the door that you were going to get something much better than Legos tonight."
She then took Y/N's hand, guiding it down to where the tie of her robe was. She rested his hand right on the knot and continued, "Go ahead, love. You're a big boy. You know how to untie a knot."
Y/N's eyes shifted from the knot to her piercing green eyes, bearing the hunger of a predator. He swallowed hard again, asking quietly, "Are you sure, Wanda? Do you really want me to?"
Wanda nodded, knowing he often needed extra reassurance and encouragement. She took his other hand, pulling it up so that it was also at the knot as she spoke "I'm sure. I'm your gift, and I want you to unwrap me. In fact, I'm not asking. Mommy demands you unwrap your gift."
After uttering those words, she watched his eyes glaze over. They always did when she weaponized his mommy kink against him. Just those two syllables, and he was completely weak for her.
He mumbled a quiet noise of acceptance and acknowledgment and finally began to take her robe off. He slowly undid the knot, shyly looking up at her for more direction once that was completed. She gave him a nod of encouragement, signaling him to open the robe up.
"O-oh my god," spilled from his lips as the two sides of the robe yielded to reveal the lingerie she was wearing underneath it. He stood there, gobsmacked, as he took in the way the beautiful, intricate lace highlighted her curves. Wanda had never felt more powerful than she did in this moment.
She pushed the robe off her shoulders, twirling around once slowly, flaunting her body so Y/N could see how every edge of her body looked. Once she completed the 360, she looked up at him again, still frozen and gawking, and spoke, "You like what you see, baby boy? You like how mommy looks when she's all dolled up for you?"
Y/N answer left his mouth before he could even think properly. "Yes! I-I love it, mommy. You look… amazing."
Wanda giggled at his eager, shy answer, and stepped up closer to him again. She reached up, pushing the button up shirt off of him, and motioned for him to lift up his arms, which he immediately did, allowing her to easily slide his white undershirt off.
Wanda stood back for a moment, admiring him as much as he was admiring her. She whistled lowly, running her nail down between his pecs, all the way to the waistband of his shorts. "You're the birthday boy, but mommy's also getting a gift tonight. You're stunning as always, darling."
She watched as Y/N turned red from the compliment, mumbling a fast "thank you" as she began to lead him over to the bed. She gently pushed him down into a position he had been in many times already, his head back on the pillow and Wanda straddling his lap. Usually they jumped right into the action, but tonight, she was taking it slow.
She took the lead, as always, guiding his hand to her lace-covered breast as she whispered sultrily, "Why don't you play with your present a little, baby? Mommy wants you to touch her."
Y/N was shy, but he knew not to waste an opportunity. He began to gently squeeze and grope her breast, the added sensation of the lace over her nipple making her moan involuntarily. He took that as a good sign, bringing his other hand up and kneading her other breast.
The feeling of his big hands groping her made Wanda instinctively begin to grind against his lap, stifling moans into quiet whimpers. "O-oh! Oh, fuck, yeah, baby, just like that! Keep touching mommy."
Y/N continued to touch her through the lace for a couple more minutes before reaching behind her and unhooking her bra. His hips bucked instinctively as her breasts spilled out, earning another moan from her. He rarely took action like that without her deliberate direction, and she loved it. She leaned down, pushing her breasts towards his face as she whispered, "Mmm, someone's eager to get to his gift. You're hungry tonight, sweetheart. Mommy loves it."
Y/N quickly adapted to the proximity of her breasts to his face and leaned in, moaning as he attached his mouth to one of her nipples and began suckling. Wanda threw her head back, her hands tangling in his hair, pushing him deeper into her chest.
He was ravenous when it came to tit sucking, and he showed that more than ever tonight. Y/N alternated between Wanda's breasts, sucking at her nipples, leaving kisses all along her skin, and simply groaning as he pushed his face in her cleavage. The boy was insatiable, and it turned Wanda on to no end.
As he continued to worship her breasts, Wanda slid her hands down and began to undo his shorts. She undid the button and guided him to lift his hips so she could pull him down. Once his pants were off, she began to touch him through his boxers. He moaned loudly against her breasts, causing her to shiver in return.
"God, handsome. Just a couple touches and you're already crying out for me," she murmured, rhythmically squeezing the spot where his erectile device was, making him harder by the second.
Y/N nodded desperately, his hands still cupping her tits, not wanting to let go of her body. Wanda thought he looked adorable like that, so needy and addicted to her.
Once he was fully hard and out of his boxers, Wanda shifted so that he could feel the heat of her soaked pussy against his cock. Y/N threw his head back at the sensation, his hips instinctively bucking up against her, his tip rubbing against the lace. He begged, "Please, mommy, I wanna be inside you so badly."
Wanda looked down at him with a gaze of pure love and adoration. She loved having this big, strong boy so needy for her, rutting up against the fabric of her panties like it was heaven itself. She didn't have him take them off, yet, she simply instructed, "Just keep rutting, baby boy. You need to get warmed up before you fuck mommy's pussy."
Y/N let out a whine, but, of course, didn't protest. His hands went from her breasts to her waist, holding her steady against him as he began to slide his cock against her panties. The friction made him groan, and it felt just as good for Wanda. The pressure of the lace against her clit had her grinding down against him, giving him more friction in return.
Wanda let him rut against her for a little while, happily taking in the sounds of his whimpers and the look of desperation on his face. Once he began to really get into it, she stopped him, worried that he would cum just from doing this.
She leaned down, pulling his hands away from her waist as she pressed down on his abdomen to stop his rutting, "Good boy, baby, good boy. But that's enough. You're all worked up now, just how I wanted you to be. Now you're ready for my pussy."
Y/N's eyes widened excitedly, and Wanda shifted so that he could easily slide the rest of her lingerie off, but, to her surprise, he simply slid them to the side and lined himself up with her entrance.
She raised one eyebrow as she slowly lowered herself down onto his cock, murmuring, "To the side, huh? You think mommy looks pretty like this? You wanna fuck me while I'm all dressed up pretty for you?"
Y/N let out a loud groan as Wanda sheathed herself on his cock and clenched hard around him. His hands flew back to her waist, trying to keep his composure as he answered, "Y-yes, mommy. I think keeping it on while we fuck is hot."
Wanda giggled, beginning to slowly lift herself off his cock and then slide back down again just the way he liked. She reached up, playfully squeezing one of his pecs while speaking, "My baby boy has a dirty mouth on him today, huh? Well, it is your special day, after all, so I'll allow it."
Y/N's head was thrown back at the feeling of her tight cunt slowly sliding up and down his cock, relishing the feeling of her wet heat around him. His hands gripped her waist tightly, his hips instinctively bucking up again when he looked at her again, seeing the way the lingerie clung to her curves as she fucked him.
The sight of his cock disappearing into her cunt was enough to make him crazy, but that paired with the lingerie had him going wild. He usually just let Wanda ride him, but today, he couldn't hold back, and began to fuck up into her in return. "Fuck, mommy, your pussy feels so good."
Wanda just giggled again, not minding it. She knew he was still completely under her spell, if anything, now he was just even more desperate for her than ever before. She continued to grind down on him as she leaned in close to whisper, "I know it does, baby boy. You just keep fucking into me just like that. Take what you need from mommy."
Y/N took that as a green light, gripping onto Wanda's hips hard enough to bruise as he began to fuck up into her heat even harder. Wanda leaned down, pushing her tits back in his face, surrounding him with her essence so she was the only thing he could think of. She wanted to break him.
As his mouth attached to her nipples again, his face buried in her breasts, she felt his thrusts begin to grow quick and erratic. She knew he was close. Her hands went up to his hair, pushing his face deeper, trying to overwhelm him until he went past the point of no return. She continued to slowly slide up and down on his cock as he thrusted, murmuring, "Are you close, baby boy? You ready to cum deep in mommy's pussy?"
Y/N nodded frantically, letting out noise that sounded like a sob as mumbled, "Yes! Yes, mommy! Please, I need to cum inside you!" He continued to thrust, his thighs slamming against her ass as he fucked her with all the force he had. He was so powerful, but so, so desperate.
Wanda could have chosen to keep edging and teasing him. She'd done it before, and she knew she'd do it again, but not today. It was his special day, and this was his gift. He deserved to feel good. Despite how hard he was thrusting, Wanda remained soothing and calm and whispered right in his ear, "Then do it, sweet boy. Cum inside mommy. You've earned it."
Her words immediately broke something in him, and with one final thrust, burying himself as deep inside her as possible, he finally came. He let out a loud cry of, "Mommy!" and soon, Wanda felt that beautiful, sticky liquid leaking out of his tip and into her pussy.
That feeling, combined with knowing she had made him this desperate, always did it for her, and soon, she came as well. She didn't rush, she just slowly collapsed against him, still giving him a few slow grinds to rock him through his orgasm.
Y/N was looking up at her with reverence as she cupped his face in her hands, slowly leaning down to give him a sensual, sloppy kiss on the lips. More than anything, she hoped he'd had a good birthday.
After simply lying in content silence for a couple minutes, she whispered, "Happy birthday, sweet boy. I hope we gave you a good day."
Y/N nodded sleepily as he leaned his head against her chest, his big hands tugging her even closer to him. "It was the best birthday ever, mommy. Thank you so much." A pause as he yawned, and then, "I love you."
Wanda froze slightly. They'd never said that to each other before. But she had felt it more times than she could count. She leaned down once again, slowly kissing his forehead as she finally spoke the words she had wanted to say to him for months. "I love you, too, sweetie."
As she lay on top of Y/N, admiring the face of the boy who had flipped her world upside down for the better, she knew she was the lucky one. She was always scared that after Vision, she'd never find another man like him. And she was right. She'd found better.
After spending a profoundly sheltered life in Wanda’s little bubble, you find yourself unequipped to deal with your adult body.
Tags: Heavy age play, stepcest, first time, light piss kink, breastfeeding, brief mention of straight (PinV) sex, inappropriate use of childcare supplies, kind of forced infantilization? (but most R is just like that)
Word Count: ~4k
A/N: I was really hesitant to post this, as it covers some kinks I’m yet to really explore on this page. Please read the tags carefully before deciding whether or not to read this. Also, this was originally written as male!reader, so you can find this exact same story written from that perspective below.
Little Prince (Masc Version)
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"Mama?" Your voice was small when you stepped into her office, approaching her desk with your shirt hem clutched in your hands, pulling it down over your groin.
She almost gasped with excitement when you came in. You weren't supposed to interrupt her workday unless you really needed her for something, and she _loved_ it when you really needed her for something. "Hi beautiful," she chimed, swirling her chair around to face you. "What's up?"
You didn't answer, just stood there shifting uncomfortably, unsure of how to communicate your issue.
"Do you wanna come over here and show mama what your hiding under your shirt?" She asked, not pretending to not notice your awkward stance and obviously embarrassment. "Come here. Show mama what's wrong."
She held out her hands, guiding you to stand in front of her. When her hands rested gently on your hips, you finally let the shirt spring back into place, revealing a discolored wet spot down the center of your grey panties.
"I thought maybe… maybe I had a potty accident… but when I tried to go potty I could- I could only get a little dribble," you explained nervously.
Wanda nodded in understanding. "Ah I see the problem," she hummed. As she spoke, she calmly handed you the hem of your oversized shirt to hold up out of the way. Then she hooked her fingers into your waistband and started to slowly ease your underwear down over your hips. "See, sometimes, when little princesses start thinking about naughty things, their little princess parts get all wet and sticky."
"B-b-but I wasn't thinking about naughty things!" you protested, ears going red as arousal gathered between your legs, clinging to your panties as they slid down your thighs.
"Not even a little?" Wanda continued, swirling her office chair until she was inches away from you. Her hands, no longer working at your waistband, gently caressed your sides in a calming motion. "You weren't thinking about… mama, letting you sit on the counter while she took a shower last night? Or watching her put that good smelling lotion on all over?"
Against your will, your clit pulsed at the thought, sending another wave of arousal running down your legs. Wanda smirked, very satisfied with your reaction.
Your bottom lip started to quiver and the blush spread across your cheeks. "N-no! I wasn't—"
She cut off your protests with a gentle shush as her hands worked their way down to your hip bone, and then inward, tracing the line of muscles right to your precious pussy. As iniquitous as it was, Wanda had come to realize that this was her favorite part of your body. Although your mind stayed naive and dependent, watching you grow had been difficult. She was thankful that you'd always been small, and even at your tallest you still remained two inches shorter than she was. But the day that she could no longer rest you comfortably on her hip, her heart shattered. It hurt her so severely that she could not keep you as her little girl forever.
This part of you, however, did not seem to grow as the rest of you did. This small, precious piece of you reflected the you she saw: little, innocent, untouched, and absolutely hers.
She ran the tips of her fingers between your folds, inspecting you carefully. You were properly soaked. "Ooohh," she cooed quietly, kissing your lower stomach, "you are so very wet for mama, aren't you. You must've been having some _very_ naughty thoughts."
You couldn't bring yourself to refute her again. You only squeaked and let go of your shirt, letting it fall over her hand and cover you up.
"Ah ah," she chided, holding your shirt up again. "Hold it up nice and high for mama. We don't want it getting in the way."
You obeyed, clutching the shirt with white knuckles as she started to rub slow circles around your clit. "Mama…" you whimpered so quite she could hardly hear.
"I'm right here baby," she reassured. "Just hold onto mama however you need to, okay? Do you wanna hold my hand?"
You nodded frantically, already reaching out for her hand.
"Okay, brave girl. Take a big deep breathe for me." She demonstrated a breath, letting you mirror her. In through your nose, then out through your mouth. "Good girl. Now just relax. Let mama make you feel good."
With that, she kissed your lower stomach and dragged her tongue through your folds.
Almost instantly, your knees buckled. If not for her hold on your waist, you would've fallen to the ground. "Mama," you whimpered again, this time with more of moan.
You tasted divine, like honey and pineapples: just as sweet as she knew you would be. She nuzzled the downy soft peach fuzz that sat in a perfect patch where corse, thick pubic hair should've been. Even though you had more body hair than most people, it always seemed to grow like this: in soft, fuzzy patches that covered nearly every inch of your body.
Wanda loved it. Myshka. Her precious little mouse. She loved to run her fingers through the hair or feel it, soft and smooth against her face. Even now, with your body twitching and spasming with pleasure, she couldn't help but indulge herself by pushing her nose against it.
She pulled away for a moment to kiss the inside of your thigh before plunging her tongue inside of you. You were so incredibly tight. She doubted you've ever had so much as a finger inside of you, and you reaction all but confirmed her suspicions. Nothing had ever felt quite like that before: like she scratching an itch from the inside. You gasped and gave Wanda's hand a squeeze.
She only smiled and moved back to your clit, rolling her tongue in quick circles until you were close to tears. When she sucked it into her mouth and lightly flicked her tongue over the sensitive bundle of nerves, you weakly pushed her head back.
"Mama…" you panted, weak but desperate and determined. "Mama… you… you have to stop mama…"
Wanda sat up, face immediately filled with concern. "What's wrong, angel? Do you not like when mama plays with you like that?"
"No, I do… I just… I…" you shifted uncomfortably, crossing your arms and hugging your elbows. You couldn't bring yourself to look at her, instead opting to look at the floor as you whispered "It feels like I'm gonna have a potty accident…." Your ears and face were beet red, humiliated by the confession.
"Oh," Wanda chuckled softly, more with relief than amusement. "That's a very natural feeling to have when mama plays with your little princess parts. I promise you're not gonna have a potty accident."
You hugged yourself tighter, rubbing your legs together to relieve the ache. While you trusted mama, you couldn't think of anything in the world worse than accidentally going potty in her mouth. "But… just in case… I don't wanna go in your mouth."
Wanda almost had to laugh. She found it so funny how nervous and shy you were about using the bathroom in general. Your anxiety was so bad she often caught you holding it until your bladder was near bursting. It wasn't uncommon for her to insist on helping you in the restroom, worried you'd push yourself to the point of obstruction or infection.
Instead, she managed to keep a serious expression and nodded with understanding. "Okay, honey. That's okay." She gently rubbed your side, snaking her hand up under your sleep shirt. "I tell you what, how about mama goes and gets a nice little washrag and we can keep playing on the couch. That way, if you have any accidents, the washrag will be right there to catch it."
You considered her words for a second. One hand, you would be absolutely humiliated to accidentally pee on Wanda in any capacity. But on the other hand, it felt really really good when mama was playing with you. Besides, it certainly wouldn't be the first time Wanda had dealt with one of your accidents. Hesitantly, you nodded your head and whispered "okay."
Wanda beamed, scratching lightly under your chin. "That's my brave girl," she praised. "Come on, let's go find a spot to get comfy on the couch."
Wanda made a effort to make the corner seat of the couch as comfortable as possible without leaving you waiting for too long. By the time you were situated in her lap, you were completely naked clutching your teddy bear for courage.
"That's my good girl," Wanda whispered from behind you. You could feel her chest pressing up against your back and her breath hot against your ear. She placed her legs over your, pinning your thighs apart and your legs open.
You whimpered, feeling terribly exposed in the new position.
"Shshshhh," she soothed. "You're okay. You're being so brave. Mama's got you." She wrapped her hands around your waist, placing a washrag just underneath you, keeping your excitement from running onto the couch. The "rag" was actually a burp cloth, made extra soft and absorbent. She could help but take a moment to admire how precious you looked, dribbling onto the duck printed fabric. "Mmm you're so beautiful, baby. My sweet, sensitive little girl."
She only needed to use one finger, very gently stretching your virgin hole open to accommodate her. She curled her finger up inside of you, using her thumb to circle your clit. When your body started to twitch and you instinctively started to roll your hips, she kissed the side of your neck. "That's my good girl. Hump mama's hand. You can do it. Just like that," her voice was high and praising, like she was talking to a toddler learning to walk. "You're making mama so proud and happy. You're my perfect little angel, aren't you? Are you mommy's perfect little princess?"
You nodded, hardly able to open your mouth in any attempt to verbally respond. There was a small, strained whimper every time you exhaled, and, from the sound of it, you were struggling to breathe. "'m mama's… little princess…" you finally managed before your hips started to staggered and froze in place. You were already so close, but you weren't exactly sure what you what you were close to. It still felt like you were going to pee and it made you too nervous to keep going.
Wanda took over from there, adding in another finger and pumping faster. Your entire body shuttered and your hands dug into her forearms when she pressed her thumb hard against your throbbing, sensitive clit. She could tell you were holding in your orgasm, too nervous to let go.
"You're okay, pumpkin. Mama's got you. You don't have to be scared. Mama would never ever let anything bad happen to you," she assured, buring her nose in your hair and kissing your head. "Just take a deep breath and relax for me. No, baby, don't struggle. Your body needs this. Let mama take care of you. That's my good girl."
Two tears rolled down your cheeks when you arched your back, body twitching as you came, spraying the rag with cum. Your mouth opened in a silent scream that only came out as a slight squeak.
"Aww, that's it. That's my good girl. Oh my brave little princess. So perfect for her mama," she cooed, coaxing out the final drops before pressing her hand to your forehead to calm you. "Shshsh settle down, sweetheart. Settle down. Mama's got you. You're okay. I know. I know that was a big feeling for my baby girl. But you did so good, and you were so brave for me. It's okay if you need to cry. Mama's here. I'm so proud of you angel."
You turned around in her lap, burying your face in her neck. Your teddy bear was tossed haphazardly to the side as you started to cry. Your head felt so foggy it was impossible to think. You tried to open your mouth to speak, but every attempt was met with a whimper or little squeak.
Wanda rubbed her hand soothing up and down your back, rocking you gently in her lap. "Poor baby," she cooed. "Is it really hard to think about anything but mama after she made you good?"
You nodded into her neck, pulling her closer. It seemed impossible that you could ever get close enough to her.
"That's okay, angel," she assured. "Mama's got you. She can handle all the big girl thoughts and you can stay in that fuzzy little space for as long as you need."
Your little hands made their way to the hem of her shirt, sliding just underneath to graze the soft skin of her waist. Her skin was so impossibly soft. You wanted more. With pleading eyes and a pathetic little whine, you tugged gently on her shirt, silently requesting she take it off.
"Aww sweet pea, do you want mama to take her shirt off?" She chuckled. "Is it gonna help you talk better if mama's not wearing her shirt?"
You nodded, continuing to paw at her waist, desperate to get closer.
"Okay okay." She giggled at your eagerness. "But you better not be fibbing just cause you wanna see mama's chest. That would be very naughty."
She almost had to laugh. The moment she slid the shirt over her head, your eyes went wide as saucers. She could practically see the tiny stars swimming in your pupils as you stared at her bare chest.
You lunged forward, wrapping your arms around her bare waist and resting your head on her soft, pillowy breast, nuzzling your cheek against them.
She stroked your hair and gently rocked you in her lap, unable to keep her hands from roaming your naked body. Starting up under your shoulder blades, she traced a line down the notches of your spine until she hit your tailbone. From there, she used both her hands to slide over the swell of your ass, massaging it with her strong fingers. You moaned softly into her chest, sheepishly buring your head between her boobs.
"Do you like it when mama touches you like that?" She asked quietly. "I just can't help it. Not when my precious girl's beautiful body is right here in front of me. And certainly not when she's feeling all floaty. Cause you can't really think about anything but making mama happy, can you? And this makes mama very happy, baby girl. So it makes you happy too, doesn't it?"
You nodded into her chest.
"C'mere," she said, hauling you up by the underarms and laying you across her lap so she had full access to the front of you.
Conveniently, it put you right at eye level with her nipple, which, unsurprisingly, found it's way into your mouth. She cradled your head in the crook of her elbow, gently guiding your head.
She chuckled. "Oh, I should've known that's what my little lady wanted," she mused, placing her pointer finger against the palm of your hand until you reflexively wrapped your hand around it. She lifted the hand to her mouth, kissing your knuckles with a gentle smile.
You made her so incredibly happy like this. It was everything she'd ever wanted, to be your mama, and you were beyond precious. She traced her thumb over your cheek, feeling the rhythmic pulse of your suckling. Then she moved to your forehead, brushing the hair away from your face and grazing your long, fluttering eyelashes with the pad of her thumb. Your eyes were nearly closed, and, on the rare occasion you blinked them open, she could see they were rolled uselessly into the back of your head. You were completely limp in her lap, laid across her perfectly exposed and vulnerable.
She traced her hand down to your sternum, then moved to either side to lightly circle your sensitive nipples. You hummed, sending a pleasant vibration through her chest. When you started to squirm, she continued downward to your navel, carding through the fuzzy happy trail that grew below your belly button. As she inched lower, your legs instinctively parted, practically begging her to continue her journey downward.
She ran her finger up your sensitive center, pausing to make gentle circles around your overly sensitive clit. You twitched and instinctively clamped your legs shut. "Shshsh," she hushed. "It's okay. Mama knows you're sensitive baby. Just relax and let mama play with her special girl, okay?"
Without protest, you went back to your gentle, mindless suckling, leaving her free to do as she pleased. Sensing you may not be ready for overt overstimulation after cumming for the first time, she gently pressed a finger inside of you, seeking more to explore than to arouse. She pressed hard against the side of your inner wall, feeling your clit from the inside.
"That's my good girl," she praised, moving now to gently cup her hand between your legs and simply hold it there.
You could've fallen asleep just like that, peacefully suckling from your mama while she cradled your most intimate parts in her loving hand. The connection between the two of you felt impossibly strong you could've sworn your hearts were beating in tandem. You could feel the steady rise and fall of her chest, and started to subconsciously match your rhythm with her's.
It was only when Wanda absently reached out for the soiled rag that you were pulled from your stupor by an overwhelming sense of embarrassment and guilt.
"I'm sorry, mama," you whined, so quiet she almost didn't hear. You shifted, sitting up slightly in her lap so you were no longer supported only by her arm.
"Aw, baby, what are you sorry for? You were so perfect for mama," she asked, trying to get a look at your face while you desperately tried to hide it in her chest.
"I made a big mess!" You cried, embarrassed and a little confused by everything that just happened. Your head still felt so foggy and it was hard to think. Emotions seemed to just spill out of you, impossible to control.
"First of all," she started, pulling your head back so she could see you. "What does mama always say about messes?"
"That… that I shouldn't feel bad because… cause little girls make messes sometimes and… and that it's just part… part of growing up," you stammered.
"And that mama will never ever be mad you for making a mess because she loves that you're her little girl," she added.
You sniffled and curled into her shoulder. "Yeah. That too."
"And second of all," she continued, "this mess is a very very special kind of mess. One that only happens when little girls feel really really good. Mama will always be happy when you make a special mess for her. So no matter where or when it happens, if you make a special mess, you can come tell mama and she'll be happy to clean it up for you, okay?"
You nodded, reaching up and grasping at her so you had something to hold on to. "Okay, mama."
Wanda looked down at the rag, now covered in your thin, watery cum, and smiled. She couldn't help but think of how sad it was that most mothers never got to experience this moment: their little girl's first ever orgasm.
She wondered how you would've handled it had you discovered this on your own. If she had to make a guess, she would've bet you would've come to her anyway, crying and confused about what happened. It simply wasn't in your nature to try and hide things like this from her.
Maybe in another lifetime entirely you would've tried to hide the evidence, carefully tucking it down into a laundry basket only for her to find it later when she went to wash your clothes. Hell, maybe you wouldn't have made the discovery alone. Maybe you would've found out fooling around with some boy.
Wanda didn't like to think about that possibility, though.
It wasn't necessarily a matter of jealousy, but rather a sense of protection. She was sure the fumbling fool would've ruined it for you one way or another. Chances are he would've hurt you, made you bleed by carelessly pushing his penis where it wasn't wanted. He wouldn't see you for what you truly were: a pure, innocent flower to be gently care for lest it break.
Wanda smiled to herself as she considered how, even in this scenario where you'd strayed so far from her loving embrace, you'd still most likely end up running back into her arms. Their were thousands of possibilities of how this could've happened, and they all ended with you in this exact same position, naked and spent across her lap.
She tossed the rag aside and wrapped both of her arms around your waist, kissing the crown of your head. You were quiet and contemplative, tracing light figure 8s on the skin above her collarbone. She loved seeing you like this: her smart little girl thinking her big thoughts. If she focused, she could practically see the wheels turning in your little head as you thought through your feelings.
"Mama?"
"What is it, angel?"
"I love you." Your words were simple and quiet, spoken without ever even looking away from her collarbone.
"I love you too, sweetheart," she replied. "Your mama loves you so much. More than anything in the universe."
There was another long silence as you sat up straighter, wrapping your arms around her neck and buring your face in the crook of her shoulder.
She rubbed gentle circles on your back. "Can you tell mama about how your feeling right now?" She asked, almost nervous to hear the answer.
You gave her a tiny shrug, still very confused about what had happened and how you felt about it. "I feel like I'm sleepy but I don't wanna go to sleep cause if I go to sleep mama won't be there."
Wanda leaned her head on top of yours and pulled you closer. "You just really wanna be with mama right now, huh?"
You didn't even have to think to answer that question. You nodded.
"What if," she started, pulling a throw blanket from the back of the couch and starting to wrap it around you, "we went back into mama's office and you sat on my lap while I finished work. I can set up some Blue's Clues on the monitor. And then after I get done with work we can go get ice cream. How does that sound?"
You didn't respond for a second, and then said "I wanna watch Elmo."
Wanda giggled. "Alright, baby. Elmo it is." She reached down and grabbed the discarded teddy bear from the floor. "Don't forget Mister Maxwell." You tucked the bear neatly under your arm.
You were the picture of innocence when Wanda picked you up, carrying you into her office with your naked legs and arms wrapped around her. The blanket was thrown over you like a cloak, covering the entirety of your naked backside. Between your chest, which was pressed against Wanda's and the blanket, very little of your body was exposed to the cold air.
If you hadn't been tired before, you certainly were now. Wanda was so warm and the blanket was so soft. Had you been able to relax a little bit more, you would've been asleep already. But you were still feeling terribly clingy and reluctant to leave Wanda in favor of sleep.
When she sat down and turned the colorful cartoon onto one of her monitors, you were immediately enraptured. It took so little to distract or entertain you. You stared at the screen, arms folded around your teddy bear as your naked body straddled her's. Absently, you tucked your bottom lip under your front teeth, exaggerating your overbite. If it weren't so damn adorable, Wanda would've tried to break that habit.
Predictably, you didn't last long like that, warm and cozy, pressed up against your mama's chest. By the end of the third episode, Wanda looked down to find you fast asleep on her shoulder.
She smiled and kissed your temple. You really were her everything. Her girl. Her baby. Her little princess.
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Mother Gothel finally meets you where your needs are, afterall; she loves you most.
Warnings: NON CON / Incest / hair pulling kink / spit kink / Mommy Kink / G!P / Magic C / Urine Play / Voyeur Kink / Innocent Kink / Virginity Kink / Mother Gothel x Reader Rapunzel / Oral BJ / Forced Oral / Forced Orgasm / Blood Kink / Innocent Reader / Knife Play / Breeding Kink / BDSM Mentioned / Pain and Pleasure / Warped Love / Manipulation / Older Woman & Younger Woman / Dead Dove / 18+
“NO!” You shout, only for your Mother to arch a perfectly sculpted eyebrow.
“No? Oh.” Mother’s unhappy now.
You step back just enough for a twig to snap.
You’re so close to freedom, to being with Flynn, but just to the right is your tower.
Two lives split, in this moment - a moment you’ll never be able to go back to.
You choose a life without…without your Mother.
Dark curls are wild as Mother brings her chin up, you feel a chill go over your body.
“You think he loves you? Sweetheart, that’s demented.” She laughs at you; it’s calculated and cruel. You don’t have any life experience, so you only pick up on the cruel part.
“He loves me!” You say, and like a snake, your Mother snaps forward, pinching your chin in her sharp red fingernails.
“No, I love you.”
You feel tears ready to well.
“I cannot stay in that tower.” You say simply, trying to make her understand.
“Was I not company enough?” Mother’s eyes flick with something else, hurt?
“I want someone to love me…” You say simply, sounding like a child now. You may be of age, but you’ve not really gotten to live. Only dream, draw, and read up in your tower.
Mother Gothel blows air out of her nose like she finds this whole thing just so adolescent. Dropping her hold of your chin she shakes her head condescendingly at you.
“Don’t be a dummy, come with Mommy.” She tells you, looking up tired at you.
Only to see a bit of redness in your cheeks.
A new realization dawns on her.
“You wish to be loved, why didn’t you just say so?” She tells you, and you’re further confused. But in three strides, she’s in your face.
“Mother!” You yelp just as she grabs your jaw and shoves you against a tall, thick tree. Your back collides with it, then her body pushes against yours.
You lose your breath and balance, but Mother is holding you tight, no room for moving.
“No, you used to call me Mommy, don’t you remember? Why did you ever stop my sweet flower? Hmm, let me hear you say it.” She instructs, then her dark red lips are mere inches away from your lips, but she moves to kiss your cheek. Smearing red lipstick onto your skin, it’s as though she’s marking you.
“Mother-no this is-” Your guilt swoons, and you’re sure you are a terrible person. Because your blush now covers your body.
Mother wraps your long locks in her fist like a rope and then she roughly tugs, making your face wrench up in surprise.
“Every time I climbed up your hair, I heard those little whimpers. Now call me Mommy, and I’ll teach you how to be a woman. I’ll love you in ways the thief has never dreamed of.” Mother’s lips ghost over your ear, and you shiver.
“Flynn-Flynn is a good man, he-” But you're cut off as your hair once again is whipped in your Mommy’s palm like you’re some kind of horse.
You gasped and moaned like a common whore.
“Your Mommy’s got more than this shell. I can bend the comic to my will, child. I can make you feel things-” Mother made her first point by letting one hand move down to cup your privates.
You don’t know why, but they’re wet, but Mother seems to know, because this time she lets out a moan.
“I knew my little girl still needed Mommy. Shhhh, no more silly boys. I can have you with child faster than he could blink. I can give you everything.” Mother promises and your mouth opens, lips quivering in the light of the forest.
You don’t know when you went limp, but Mother reaches to grab the end of your dress, and she reaches inside of your intimate area.
Your eyes widen in horror at what you’ve allowed and you go to push her arm away.
“Mother n-”
But she’s just sunk two fingers into your wet hot heat, you yell in the burning pain of it.
“And just like that, Mommy’s home.” Mother Gothel said, as your thighs shook and your head rolled to the side, your long hair tangling with the vines in the tree.
Mother removed her hand to hold it up to the sunlight, your blood streaked. You don’t have long to panic as she engulfs it into her mouth.
You’re internally horrified, but physically unable to fight, the sensation foreign and uncomfortable, you're still shaking.
“Mommy no,” you whimper pathetically, and now Mother gives you a gentle look.
“Flower, you belong to me, don’t you see that now?” She asks, her jealousy and possessive behavior seem undeterred.
You reach out but your dress is being flipped up to your stomach again.
“Hold this for Mommy,” she instructs and you’re so disappointed in yoursllf, because you can’t stop listening to your Mother now.
You hold the dress, the fabric crinkling in your clammy palms.
Mother makes a show of wiping all the blood until she’s licked it all clean.
Then she moves back into your opening.
You wince and try to move away, but Mother slaps your wet cunt.
It echoes in the forest, and you shout out in surprise.
“Behave Flower, or I’ll come up with more painful ways to bring myself pleasure.” Her threat is real.
Your bottom lip pouts just like when you were young, and Mother Gothel likes that, no, she loves that.
She reaches forward and steals your first kiss just as brutally as she’d stolen your virginity.
Her kiss is harsh, and her teeth bite that succulent, plump lip like she’s biting into a wild berry.
You hiss in pain and her tongue invades your mouth, your knees buckle, all this blood exchange is doing things to you.
But what you don’t understand is the things it’s doing to Mother Gothel.
Because she’s smearing that blood under her own dress, right over her pubic mound.
She pulls back as your eyes dilate further than possible. Mother whispers some Latin you don’t understand.
The next thing you see is Mother moving her own dress, you pull back, what was that? So veiny, dark and angry, it was a snake? No, no, it was fleshy and leaking?
“What is that Mother?” You ask but she slaps you across the face.
You grab your cheek at surprise of the sting.
“Now look, I’m the bad guy. You never disrespect what I give you. Do you, dear?” Mother said, disappointed, and you felt a tear fall this time.
“No, Mommy,” you say correctly and see as the older woman at least drops her shoulders in a little bit of ease.
“That’s better. Why don’t you apologize to Mommy? Remember how I told you to always apologize when you do something wrong? Don’t be petulant, Rapunzel. I am giving you a gift, you must be grateful.” Mother tells you and you hiccup just a little but nod.
“Yes, Mommy, I’m sorry, h-how can I apologize?” You ask and she’ pretends to think for a moment before roughly shoving you to the forest floor.
You fall for a moment, but her hand falls back on your hair, and she pulls you up from the locks on your scalp.
Your mouth opens to moan, and that's when the fleshy meat at the apex of her thighs pushes into your mouth.
You gag, but Mother slaps your cheek where her dick is, not as rough but enough that you open your mouth in shock again.
“No teeth, or I’ll have to spank you with the hairbrush, again.” She tells you and your thighs try to close, because something in you is….achey?
Mothers special part is a little salty, but it tastes familiar, so you relax your throat and work on breathing through your nose.
Your tears run freely and even a bit of snot, but Mother doesn’t mind.
She pushes her hips forwards and back, one hand in your hair so you can’t run away. Holding painfully tight, making your head tight with pain.
The other holds up her dress, she sighs like when Flynn would urinate on a tree.
It was similiar you realized, but Mommy was so….. Intense? The veins in her hand, arm, neck and forehead were all protruding. Face a sort of crimson you’d only found in your paint set.
Your jaw ached, your gagging was uncomfortable, and eventually, you were sure you would choke. As Mommy’s dark hair just above the meat in your throat met your nose.
You inhaled the calming scent of your Mommy.
“My good girl, I knew you could behave, I just needed to make you stop thinking-” she grunted as she pushed out and back in, making you drool. “Just needed to take away your silly talking.”
The way Mother talked down to you had you burning with the need for praise again.
“Now look, you’ve ruined the dress I made you.” Mother said as he cock twitched at the sight of you.
The drool now in big strands down your chin and into the cleavage of your dress.
Soaking down your neck and breasts.
Mother Gothel yanks her dick out of your mouth, and you cough and struggle, wheezing and folding your body over.
But Mother simply pulls a dagger out, the light glints on the meta,l and you see it.
You stagger backwards further to the tree, but you don’t have a moment to scream for help or run.
Mother takes the blade at the top of your clevage and tears down, the tip of it pierces your breast just enough, like a pin prick. The tear in your dress ruins it, and your corset is demolished.
The fabric ends rough as Mother finishes down your waist.
Once you’re entirely nude, she see’s the tiny cut.
“Mama will fix it,” she tells you and then her ruby lips are on your breasts and you flex up into her mouth.
Your eyes roll back and your hips lift.
You don’t know who you are.
But Mommy does, and she’s going to take care of everything.
You don’t hear a twig break in the forest, but Mother does, her eyes move as her mouth doesn’t leave your breast.
But instead moves down to your nipple, where she sucks and bites with roughness, making you writhe under her body.
Blue eyes lock eyes with Flynn Rider, but he isn’t moving to save you.
His jaw is slack and open; he’s not coming to save you, just as Mother thought.
He’s watching, though, oh, is he watching.
Mommy doesn’t mind that one bit, in fact she hopes all of the fuzzy duckling boys would come and watch.
Not another soul would ever wonder who owned the maiden in the tower.
Mother Gothel made eye contact with Flynn and moved her hand into your cunt.
Making a show of pushing her fingers in.
The wet noises, the embarrassing squelch of your desire filled the forest.
Flynns hand dropped to his trousers, as he watched Mother Gothel take his princess.
Mother didn’t care to watch more; the boy was keeping his distance, she didn’t care what else he did.
But as her own cock leaked, she knew it was time to make you into her perfect flower.
“Mother-I” You moaned out, not sure of what you needed, but positive who needed to give it to you.
Gothel released your breast with a wet pop, her saliva all over your chest, as hickies began to bloom purple on your skin.
“Mommy’s got you, Oh, Rapunzle do you hear yourself? You are nothing more than a common whore. Begging for me to take you in the woods. What if someone were to see us?” She asks you, and you bite your bottom lip, trapping it in your teeth and you open your thighs to answer.
“Now you understand why Mother knows best, don’t you, Pet?” Mother Gothel needs to hear it. Have Flynn hear it, to understand that you were forever hers, and hers only.
“I love you Mommy,” you say with a hazey look in your eye.
Mother smiles and lines her cock up with your entrance. She isn’t kind, why be kind now?
With one thrust she pushes roughly into you, it burns and your body spasms and your eyes roll back.
But no scream can come out of your throat, just a silent burst of agony.
“I love you most.” She answers just as her balls slap against you.
Your toes curl, it’s embarrassing but the pain is the only love you’ve ever known anyway.
Why wouldn’t pain be how you understood pleasure?
Mother wanted it that way from the beginning.
Mommy pulls out only to jackhammer back in, you lose control of your bladder. Or was that ejaculation? You didn’t know, had never heard of it, all you knew it that you’d soiled both your ruined fabric and Mother's dress.
But she only cackled in delight. Through her own moans of taking you brutally you hear her say;
“As fragile as a flower,” and you shudder at the sensation.
Then Mother whispers to you. “Shall I urinate on my little sapling as well? Is this how the world will know who owns you? Such a little baby, not even a grown woman, could not hold it in, could you?” She says then her meaty member pushes so far inside of you that you feel you might break.
“You need Mommy.” She tells you like it’s a spell.
Your nails dig into the rough forest dirt to hold onto something, anything.
“You will not last, oh Rapunzle really, how adorable!” Mother laughed feeling your walls close tighter around her than even before.
But Mother grabs your chin again and twists it to the side, she wants you to see your knight in shining armor.
“Tell the thief how only Mommy can touch you? Tell him how you wet yourself in pleasure, tell him who will be using you in the tower, tell him.” She thrusts more erratically, losing her rhythm to the ideas.
On what she’d do with you, the bondage with your hair, the humiliation, the way she’d break you down.
Mommy was never more excited.
Your watery eyes fix on Flynn as his hand is in his trousers, pumping his meat wildly. He’s going to cum in his pants, just as you’d receive your mother's first load to your womb.
You hate how your body was begging for it.
But how could you deny it?
You look at him sadly. Because in that moment, you both knew, you couldn’t pick him, not anymore.
Not when Mother loved you most….
Mother leaned in and whispered just as she lost control.
“Don’t be such a Dummy, Cum with Mommy.”
Just couldn't wait anymore!!!!
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