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I’m at my desk trying to finish the last page of this psychology assignment. The text just blurs. Fuck. That warm heavy feeling starts low in my belly again. First slow, then it gets stronger. My thighs press together under the chair. I shift and the soft seam of my shorts drags just enough to make it worse.
Mommy’s voice floats up in my head clear as if she’s right here. Mutt is not allowed to touch herself without permission. Not even a little. My hand wants to slide down but I keep it on the pen. The ache pulses harder. Wetness starts to gather. I can feel it sticking the thin cotton to me already.
I stand up too fast. The chair scrapes. My legs feel shaky. I leave the homework open and turn toward the full body mirror on the closet door. My cheeks are already pink. I lift my top with both hands and look at the soft little peaks. They feel tight. I pinch one between my fingers, just a tiny squeeze, and my knees buckle. “nnnh ah”
The damp fabric sticks and squishes between my thighs and the ache spikes. My other hand drifts down without thinking, fingers brushing over the front of my shorts. The cotton is wetter than I thought. I press a little, feeling the heat.
Mommy’s words slam back in. Not allowed. I yank both hands away like they burned me. My top falls. I stand there breathing fast, sticky and throbbing, then force my feet to move. I walk down the hall quiet, heart thumping. She’s on the couch in the living room, lights low, some show playing. I stop in the doorway for a second, cheeks hot, then cross the floor and climb up without asking.
I’m curled up against her on the couch, the TV glowing soft in the dark living room. Some show I barely register. Her arm is heavy around me, warm. She smells like lotion and the faint leftover of her shampoo. My face is tucked against her side and I keep shifting because I can’t get comfortable enough, not with the ache already sitting low in my belly and the memory of her rule still ringing in my ears.
Her hand slides down my back, slow. Just resting at first. Then her fingers curl under the hem of my sleep shirt and find bare skin. “ahh…”
She doesn’t look away from the screen.
“There’s my sweet mutt,” she murmurs, almost under her breath. Her palm settles over the soft curve of my hip and squeezes once. “Came looking for mommy because you’re not allowed to touch, didn’t you?”
I nod against her, soft and small. “Unnnh… yes mommy… it started while I was doing homework… got so bad…”
She hums like she already knew. Her hand drifts lower, cupping me through the fabric. Just holding. Not rubbing yet. I rock the tiniest bit against her palm and she lets me.
“That’s it. Grind for me. Nice and quiet. Mommy’s watching. Good girl for coming to me instead of breaking the rule.”
My hips move before I decide to. Soft little circles, pressing my mound into her hand. The friction is barely there but it still feels so good. “unh… mommy…”
She keeps her eyes on the TV, but her fingers press firmer. One thick fingertip finds the wet spot and rubs in a lazy oval. I bite my lip hard.
“Such a cute little mutt,” she says, voice low and fond. “Already soaking through. Keep grinding. I like hearing you try to stay quiet.”
I do. Slow, careful rolls of my hips. Every pass drags my clit against the seam of my panties and her solid hand underneath. Heat builds fast. My thighs start shaking. “nnnh…”
“Mmm… feels good… please…”
Her free hand comes up and strokes my hair once, gentle. Then it settles on the back of my neck, holding me in place against her side. I keep moving, chasing that dull pressure. The wetness is getting louder, a soft slick sound every time I push forward.
She shifts her hand just enough that two fingers press right over my entrance through the soaked cotton. Not inside. Just there. I grind down harder, trying to feel more. “ahh ahh…”
“Stay on the show, mutt. Don’t get loud.”
I nod against her, eyes half open toward the screen even though the colors blur. My hips keep working, short desperate rolls. The ache is deep now, empty and pulsing. I can feel how open I am already, folds slippery and swollen. Another rush of wetness soaks through and she chuckles under her breath.
“Listen to that. Messy little thing. Keep going. Don’t you dare cum.”
“Can’t… it’s so much… mommy please…”
Her fingers stay steady, letting me use them. The pressure is perfect and nowhere near enough. I rock and rock, thighs shaking, soft pants leaving me in little puffs. My clit throbs every time it catches against her knuckles. The noises keep slipping out anyway.
“Unnnh… need it… please let me…”
She turns her head just enough to kiss the top of mine. “Not yet. Keep grinding. I want to feel you struggle.”
So I do. Longer now. The edge creeps closer and I pull back every time it gets too sharp, hips slowing, then starting again because I can’t stop. Her hand is hot and firm under me. The TV keeps playing. I don’t know what anyone is saying. All I know is the slow drag of my wet panties over my clit and the solid heat of her palm holding me open without ever giving me more.
My breath hitches. “Mommy… it’s aching… please…”
She just strokes my hair again and keeps watching the screen, letting me chase and deny myself over and over against her hand.
After a while mommy turns the tv off, leans with her head resting back looking up at the ceiling and says: “Come here mutt, sit on mommy’s face.”
I climb up careful, knees shaking. One on each side of her head. My hands find her hair and hold on tight so I don’t tip. The soft insides of my thighs press against her cheeks. My soaked panties are still on, the thin fabric stuck to me.
She looks up at me from between my legs, eyes half closed, mouth already open a little. “Right here, mutt. Put that pretty pussy on mommy’s face.”
I lower down slow. The heat of her breath hits me first through the wet cotton. Then her mouth. Soft lips press against the soaked spot. “nnnh…”
She hums against me and the vibration goes straight through. My fingers tighten in her hair. I try to keep still but my hips want to rock. The fabric is in the way and it feels mean, the barrier keeping her tongue from getting where I need it.
She opens her mouth wider and sucks at the wet patch, slow and hard. My clit throbs under the pressure. “ahh…”
“Please… it tickles so much… feels so good…”
Her hands come up and settle on my bare thighs, holding me in place. Not pushing, just steady. I stay balanced on my knees, leaning forward a little so I don’t fall, tiny hands gripping her head. Every time she breathes out it warms the damp fabric and makes me drip more.
She licks a long stripe right over my clit through the panties. The cloth drags. “mmm…”
“Mommy don’t stop… please don’t stop…”
I rock the tiniest bit, chasing her mouth. The edge is right there again, sharp and mean. She feels it and eases off, just pressing soft kisses to the soaked cotton instead of sucking. My hips twitch.
“Can’t… it’s aching so bad… please let me feel more…”
She keeps the kisses light, teasing, never giving enough pressure. My thighs tremble around her head. Wetness seeps through and I know she’s tasting it. I hold onto her hair tighter and try to stay quiet while the ache builds and builds and she won’t let it break.
She grabs the soaked fabric and tears it aside hard. The sound is sharp. Cool air hits me. My bare pussy is right over her mouth now, folds wet and open, the little strip of hair above already sticky.
“Oh mutt… look at you,” she breathes. “So pretty and shiny.”
Her tongue drags slow up the middle, tasting everything. “nnnh…”
“Unnnh… mommy… tastes…?”
“Sweet,” she says against me. “So fucking sweet. And that smell… like warm candy mixed with need. Mommy could stay here forever.”
She spreads me open with her thumbs. One fingertip traces the tight little ring of my hymen, just circling the thin edge, never pushing in. The membrane feels soft and delicate under that light touch, almost fluttery when she presses just enough to feel how unbroken it is. At the same time her tongue flicks light and mean around my clit, never landing right on it. Just around and around, wet and slow.
I grip her hair tighter and rock without meaning to. My knees dig into the couch cushions. Tiny hands hold her head so I don’t tip forward. Balance is hard when every nerve is lit up.
“Please… it throbs… please touch it…”
She ignores the beg. The finger keeps teasing the entrance, rubbing the sensitive rim, dipping just enough to feel the thin barrier stretch a tiny bit under the pressure and then pulling back. Her tongue stays lazy, wet circles that make my clit pulse harder every second she refuses to suck it. Hot breath ghosts over the open folds. I can smell myself strong now, sweet and musky, mixing with the heat of her mouth.
“Mmm. Perfect little virgin hole. Feels so soft and tight under my finger. That thin little membrane is so pretty. Tastes even better up close.”
One of her hands slips lower while the other keeps me spread. A single fingertip finds the tight pucker behind and rests there, gentle as a kiss. She tests it with the softest pressure, just circling the rim, never pushing in. “ahh…”
“Unnnh… mommy… back there too…”
“Just checking my mutt. So sensitive everywhere. Stay still for mommy.”
I try. My thighs tremble around her head. Wetness seeps out and drips onto her chin. She licks it up and hums, the vibration traveling straight through the untouched hymen. The finger on my entrance keeps that soft torture on the ring while the one at my pucker stays feather light, just pressing and circling enough to make the whole area throb. Her tongue never gives my clit the firm contact it needs, only those mean wet circles that keep the edge climbing without letting it break.
“So wet for me. Sweetest mutt. Don’t you dare cum.”
The edge climbs fast and mean. Every time it gets close she eases off, just breathing on my clit while her fingers keep the slow teasing on both tight places. My hips twitch, trying not to push down, tiny hands clutching her hair so I stay balanced on my shaky knees while the ache turns sharp and endless.
“Mommy… aching so bad… please… can’t hold it…”
She just keeps the same slow rhythm, tongue and finger working together, never enough, praising the taste and the smell between every teasing lick until I’m shaking and empty and still not allowed to break.
She eases me down careful, strong arms lifting me off her face and settling me across her lap. I straddle her thighs, still shaking, bare pussy dripping onto her clothes. The edge is still sharp and mean inside me but she won’t let it go anywhere.
Her hands cup my face. She leans in and kisses me slow. Soft at first, then deeper. I taste myself on her tongue, sweet and slick, and the smell of my own wetness is all over her mouth. “mmmnh…”
“Mmm… mommy… taste me…”
She kisses me again, longer, letting me lick into her mouth so I get every drop. Smooches land on the corners of my lips, my cheeks, the tip of my nose. Each one leaves the same sticky sweetness behind. I suck on her bottom lip just to keep the flavor.
“That’s it, mutt. Taste how sweet you are for mommy.”
My hips twitch against her lap but she holds me still with one arm around my waist. The ache stays locked low and heavy. No friction. Just the slow wet kisses that keep reminding me how close I was.
She pulls back only long enough to tug her top off. The bra follows. Soft heavy breasts spill free. She guides my head down and I latch on without thinking, mouth opening over one pink nipple.
Warm. Soft. I suckle slow and deep the way I always do when I’m alone. Sweet milk isn’t there but the comfort is. Her other hand strokes my hair while I nurse.
She starts humming, low and soft, some quiet lullaby that vibrates through her chest into my lips. I keep suckling, eyes half closed, the leftover taste of myself still on my tongue mixing with the warm skin under my mouth. My free hand rests on her other breast, just holding.
The edge never leaves. It sits there, throbbing, while I nurse and she hums and the kisses she drops on the top of my head keep the sticky sweetness of my own pussy right where I can smell it. I stay soft and needy in her lap, not allowed to finish, just held and fed and kissed until the ache becomes the only thing I can feel.
Her hand slips down between us while I keep nursing. Fingers find my bare wet folds and rest there, one fingertip settling right over my swollen nub. Just the lightest pressure. Barely anything. I suck harder on her nipple. “unh…”
“Stay nursing, mutt. Don’t stop.”
I obey. My mouth works slow and greedy, tongue circling the soft peak while I suck. The warm weight of her breast fills me with that deep quiet comfort, the kind that makes my shoulders drop and my eyes go soft. At the same time the tiny pressure on my clit is pure torture. It sits there like a single hot point, not enough to ease anything, only enough to keep the ache rising mean and steady.
I start rolling my hips in her lap, little circles, trying to push into her finger for more. She doesn’t give it. The touch stays feather light. Soft wet sounds rise every time I move, the slick slide of my folds against her fingertip. I keep nursing, hips grinding in soft desperate rolls. Every movement makes my wetness slick her finger more but she keeps the pressure the same, barely there.
The lullaby she hums vibrates through her chest straight into my lips. The low notes settle deep inside me, soothing and steady, while the almost nothing touch on my clit keeps the emptiness sharp. Comfort and denial twist together until I can’t tell which one is stronger. I suck stronger, cheeks hollowed, chasing the warm safety of her nipple while my hips keep seeking what she won’t give.
“That’s it. Keep sucking. Mommy’s got you.”
I do. I nurse like it’s the only thing holding me together. Soft wet sounds mix with the quiet lullaby. My hips never stop. Slow gyrates, rolling, pressing, trying to force more contact against that single unmoving fingertip. The edge climbs higher and higher but the touch is too slight to let me fall. “nnnh…”
The vibration of her humming rolls through me again, calm and sweet, while the ache between my legs stays mean and unfinished. I stay locked there, mouth full, hips working, dripping onto her hand and still not allowed to finish.
Her finger presses harder. Not much. Just enough that the soft pad of it digs into my swollen nub and stays there. Heat floods straight up my belly. I suck harder on her nipple, wet and loud. “ahh ahh…”
“There you go, mutt. Feel that? Your little clit is so fat and needy under mommy’s finger.”
I roll my hips faster, chasing the firmer touch. Slippery folds part around her fingertip every time I move. The wet sound is soft and filthy. My thighs shake against hers. She rubs in tiny tight circles now, slow and mean, never lifting away.
“Listen to how soaked you are. Dripping all over mommy’s lap. Such a messy little virgin. Keep nursing while I play with this pretty pussy.”
I do. My mouth works greedy, tongue flicking the stiff peak, sucking deep pulls that make her hum. The pressure on my clit builds in perfect mean circles. Every pass drags slick heat through me. I can feel how open I am, how the empty ache inside pulses in time with her finger.
“That’s it. Grind on mommy. Use me. Your sweet cunt smells so good when it’s this close. Bet it tastes even better after you cum.”
The edge surges sharp and sudden. My hips jerk. I keep nursing, sucking for all I’m worth while the circles get tighter. Pleasure coils low and heavy, almost too much. She doesn’t stop. The dirty words keep coming soft and steady against my hair.
“Look at you. Tiny hands holding mommy’s breast like you’ll never let go. Hips working so hard. You’re gonna soak my thigh when you break, aren’t you mutt?”
I nod against her, still nursing, tears pricking the corners of my eyes from how good it feels. The circles never speed up. Just firm, relentless, right on the swollen nub. Heat piles higher. My whole body starts trembling. “unh… unh… unh…”
“Come on. Let it happen. Cum for mommy. Let that tight little pussy spasm all over my hand.”
It hits like a wave cracking open. My back arches hard. The orgasm rips through me long and shattering. My pussy clenches empty and furious, pulsing so strong I can feel every flutter. Small hot squirts spurt out in quick bursts, wetting her thigh in sticky warm pulses. I cry out against her breast, still latched, body shaking and jerking in her lap while the waves keep rolling. Vision goes white for a second. Toes curl. Thighs clamp tight around her hand. Another hard spasm forces more wetness out, messy and perfect.
She keeps the pressure light through every pulse, riding it with me until the last flutter dies down. Then her hand gentles completely, just resting warm over my soaked folds.
“Good girl. Such a good sweet mutt. Look how hard you came for mommy. So pretty when you break.”
She eases my mouth off her nipple with soft fingers and pulls me up against her chest. Strong arms wrap around me. One hand strokes slow down my spine. The other cups the back of my head, holding me close while I pant and tremble.
“Shhh. I’ve got you. You’re safe. Mommy’s so proud. That was beautiful. Rest now. Just breathe.”
I bury my face in her soft bare skin, still sticky and open against her thigh, the leftover pulses fading while she rocks me gentle and keeps the quiet praise coming. Warm. Steady. Exactly what I need after.
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