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You burst through the door a full hour late from your evening class, stumbling through the entryway to see Wanda glance up at you from the couch.
She closed her book. “How are you, lovebug?”
You scrunched your face. “Class ran long and then my car wouldn’t start and my afternoon sucked and god I’m sorry I really didn’t mean to take so long and I-”
“Hey, hey,” Wanda interrupted softly. “It’s alright, sweetheart, come here.”
You rounded the couch and took her outstretched hands. “Missed you,” you whispered.
She kissed the back of your hand. “Missed you more, my darling girl.” She tugged you down to kiss your lips. “There’s dinner in the fridge for you, why don’t you eat and then we can go on to bed?”
“I’ve got so much homework to do, Wanda, I think I’ll be up a while working on it,” you said.
“No, you eat and then we’ll relax,” Wanda said firmly. Her tone made it clear it wasn’t up for discussion, but still you groaned. “You need to rest, baby, now let’s go.”
You nodded and let her nudge you to the kitchen. She followed close behind, pulling your plate from the fridge and warming it in the microwave. She sat with you at the table, murmuring praise and helping you cut up your food. You had half a mind to tell her you had it under control, but you couldn’t deny how nice it felt to have her take care of you. Her casual dominance made you feel safe and desired, it made you feel good. After all, it’d been nearly 12 hours since you’d seen her, and there truly was nothing you wanted more than to lay in her arms after the day you’d had.
Wanda whisked away your dishes when you were done, then took your hand and led you to the bedroom.
“Come lay with Mommy, sweet girl,” she said, climbing into bed.
“Wanda, I really do have work to do,” you pushed.
“Let me take care of you, little one,” she said softly. “You’re in no state to do school work.”
“Please,” you protested.
“Baby, I can feel how stressed you are, please just come here,” she said with a frown. You didn’t move. “Be my good little girl and let Mommy help,” she urged.
Finally, you gave up, approaching the bed and letting her help you up, laying you down next to her. You were both still in your day clothes, which usually would have bothered Wanda, but she seemed too preoccupied to care.
“See, sweetheart? Isn’t this nice? Letting Mommy do all the thinking for you?” She asked, cradling you against her. You shook your head. “Now, darling, don’t be difficult, don’t you want to be good for Mommy?” She asked sweetly.
“I do, it’s just-”
“Shh, little one, you’re far too small to be using such big words, aren’t you?” You stared up at Wanda’s face, feeling your head start to swim at her sickly sweet tone. “Just let Mommy help.”
Wanda brought her lips to yours, kissing you deeply and slowly. She didn’t let up, not even when you were both gasping for air, she just kissed you over and over again, lips smacking against yours in an overwhelming symphony that clogged your brain with cotton balls. She was holding you so gently, like a ceramic doll, and she was kissing you so softly, so perfectly, it was driving you insane. Despite your objections, she now had you in the palm of her hand, exactly where she wanted you.
When she finally pulled away, her pupils were blown and you could feel your head get fuzzy as you heaved in a breath.
“Hi, pretty baby,” Wanda breathed with a smile.
The words sloshed around in your head before you finally spoke. “Hi, Mommy,” you whispered, squirming under her gaze.
“Are you gonna let Mommy make it better, little one?” You nodded. “ You’re Mommy’s little girl, aren't you ?”
“Yes, Mommy,” you agreed.
Wanda pulled you back in to kiss you. “ That’s right, I’m so proud ,” she praised.
Your face warmed and your thoughts slowed as you beamed under her words. Wanda noticed and took your waist and brought your legs over hers as she moved up against the pillows, making you straddle her thighs. Her hands held your face softly as she leaned in to kiss you again, lips smacking against yours — the sound lulling you into a pliable mess in Wanda’s lap.
Your face grew numb as Wanda continued to kiss you. Each breath in your chest grew heavier than the last, making it harder and harder for you to focus on the task at hand. You were slipping, all fuzz and cotton balls and tingles at Wanda’s mercy.
Wanda licked into your mouth, making you moan against her lips, and she snaked a hand down to your waist.
“You’re so good for Mommy, darling,” she rasped, pulling away from you. “So pretty in my lap,” she mused. “Is it so hard to keep kissing Mommy back, sweetheart?” You nodded slowly, eyes falling shut. “I know, so hard… You’re so good for me, though, I know you can do it,” she cooed. “Making Mommy so proud, hm?”
You braced yourself on Wanda’s shoulders when she leaned in again, grounding yourself as best you could before she pushed you deeper. Her lips met yours briefly, but Wanda quickly nipped at your bottom lip before kissing up your jaw. You whined, feeling her mouth sloppily toward your neck, sucking gently as she went. Your jaw dropped at the feeling, shivers flashing down your spine and settling in your stomach.
Wanda took her time, tongue and teeth and lips finding every inch of skin she could reach. It only made the numbness in your face worse, your skin becoming warmer as you felt your head get emptier.
You felt a pair of hands tug at the hem of your shirt, and you leaned back just enough for Wanda to pull it off. She reached around your back to unhook your bra, the sudden cold air making your eyes snap open. Wanda smirked at your reaction, then blew a stream of cold air across your nipples. Before you could react, Wanda’s mouth covered one of your nipples, tongue swirling around it, while her hand teased at your other breast.
You moaned, arching into her touch, chasing the feeling. “Mommy,” you breathed.
“Are you so needy?” She asked, lifting her mouth to switch to the other side.
“So good,” you whined.
Wanda released your nipple with a pop. “Gonna relax and let Mommy play with her baby?” She asked. You nodded. “Good, you just let your pretty little head get empty and floaty for me, okay?” She teased at your breasts with her thumbs, making your breath hitch in your chest. “Let Mommy take care of you, dolly.”
Wanda dipped back down to take your nipple into her mouth, sucking at the sensitive bud over and over before switching, always teasing at the other with her fingers. It was maddening, the warmth of her mouth, the way her tongue swirled around them, the jolt of pleasure when she pinched at them. Your head fell forward, neck no longer strong enough to support it. A well timed graze of Wanda’s teeth at your breast sent your hips jerking forward, a jolt of arousal forcing you to seek friction along her waist to no avail.
Wanda chuckled darkly, lifting her head. “Are you so achey, baby?” You nodded furiously, eyes screwed shut. “Don’t worry your pretty little head, sweet dolly, Mommy’s gonna take such good care of you.” You shivered in her lap, hips jerking once again. “Here, baby,” she said, shifting beneath you. “Go ahead and grind on Mommy’s thigh, can you do that?”
You moved so you were perched over one of Wanda’s thighs and grinded down onto it. Even though you still had on your jeans and Wanda was still wearing her pants, the friction your movement created made you moan. Wanda cooed praise into your ear as she guided your hips in a devastatingly slow rhythm, kissing along your neck as she did.
A deep, relentless throb settled between your legs, only made worse by your incessant grinding on Wanda’s clothed thigh. You could feel yourself growing wetter by the second as Wanda played you like a fiddle, hands and mouth touching you in the places she knew would have you blissed out and unable to speak.
Wanda nipped at your ear and you whimpered, hips stalling mid-movement as your knees turned to jello.
“Oh, dolly,” Wanda cooed. “Are you too dumb to grind on Mommy’s leg? Is it too much for my little girl?”
You whined, nodding your head quickly against Wanda’s shoulder. “Mommy, please,” you managed, words small and broken.
“Hold on, sweet girl, Mommy’s got you.”
Wanda helped you off of her lap, laying you down on the pillows next to her. Her mouth found your stomach instantly, her hands inching down to the waistband of your pants. She pushed them down your legs, lips following them down, before tossing them to the floor. Her mouth trailed back up, each kiss making your cunt throb even more than the last. You let out a breathy moan, hands finding Wanda’s hair as she got closer to your chest.
“Hands off, sweetheart, little girls don’t get to help their Mommy’s with big girl jobs,” she scolded softly.
“’M sorry, Mommy,” you breathed, moving your hands back to your sides.
“You’re just my sweet little one, aren’t you?” She asked. Your hands twitched at your sides, reflexively wanting to reach for her as she sat back on her heels. “No, no, baby,” Wanda tutted, seeing your hands. “Do I need to tie your hands?” You shook your head, tears welling in your eyes as your pussy throbbed at her words. “I think I do,” Wanda mused.
You didn’t even have time to protest before Wanda was climbing off the bed and heading to the closet. She returned moments later with a soft rope, grabbing your wrists gently and tying them to the headboard.
“Much better,” she said, admiring her work. “Just gotta lay there and let Mommy do the work, alright, sweetheart?”
Wanda got onto the bed and straddled your waist, mouthing down your jaw and your neck with wet, languid kisses. You whimpered beneath her, wishing you could grab onto her waist and squeeze with each wave of arousal that she sent coursing through your body.
When Wanda looked up at you, eyes closed, head thrown back, chest heaving, she zeroed in on your mouth — hanging open in a sort of desperate panting. She leaned forward, bringing her hand to your mouth and running her thumb around your open lips. Your eyes opened slightly, searching for her fingers, and Wanda happily obliged, pushing her thumb into your mouth. Wanda caught your eye as you sucked on her finger. Her eyes were dark with blown pupils, lust-filled and hungry. The intense eye contact made you moan.
Wanda took the opportunity to replace her thumb with two fingers, which she shoved into your mouth roughly, making you gag around them.
“It’s alright, baby, suck Mommy’s fingers like a good little dolly,” she cooed, pushing her fingers further into your mouth.
The weight of her in your mouth was intoxicating. The constant rhythm to which she dragged her digits across your wanton tongue made your eyes flutter shut and your body thrum. You let Wanda take over as you sucked her in deeper, feeling her press down on your tongue and push them to the back of your throat.
Wanda’s spare hand was stroking your hair, your face, your jaw, and she was muttering sweet praise into your ear — telling you how good you were and how proud she was. You had saliva coming out the sides of your mouth, dripping down your face, but Wanda didn’t care, so neither did you. Wanda was in control, and you submitted completely to her.
Eventually, Wanda pulled her fingers out of your mouth, leaving you a drooling, fuzzy mess on the pillow. She trailed kisses down your neck as she moved down your body, settling down by your legs.
“Are you wet, little one?” Wanda asked, voice sweet and soft. “Does Mommy need to check your princess parts?” You squeezed your thighs together. “Don’t be shy, dolly, let Mommy see.”
You moaned, feeling her hands on your knees, spreading your legs slowly. Through your heavily lidded eyes, you saw her jaw drop.
“You’re so wet, baby,” she rasped. “You soaked your panties right through.” You squirmed, tugging at your restraints. “Don’t fuss, sweetheart, Mommy’s not going to leave you all sticky.”
Her hands ran up your legs to the waistband of your panties, fingers hooking under it and pulling them down your legs. At this point, you were painfully aware that Wanda was still fully clothed. The thought made you want to squeeze your thighs back together, feeling utterly exposed, but you were stopped dead in your tracks by Wanda settling between them.
“Must feel so icky, doesn’t it, baby?” she asked, pouting at you. You threw your head back in a moan, pussy clenching around nothing as another wave of arousal crashed over your body. “Shh, it’s alright, relax, little one, Mommy’s gonna make you feel so good.”
The sight of her laying between your legs made you ache with need, wanting her mouth, her hands, her everywhere. You couldn’t muster up the words to ask, your mind so blissfully empty and fuzzy that all you knew in that moment was your Mommy. You felt like you were floating, grounded only by Wanda’s hands looping around your thighs to hold your hips down. You were soft and pliable and so ready for Wanda and you just wanted to beg her to please touch you and to please make it better and then she leaned forward and her tongue teased up your cunt and you-
“Mommy!” You whined, feeling her tongue swirl deliciously around your clit.
“That’s right, dolly, Mommy’s here,” she cooed, words vibrating across your weeping pussy. “Gonna make you feel so good.”
She licked another stripe up your folds, drawing whines from your throat as she lapped at your wetness. You were already painfully close to the edge, so worked up and ready to release that Wanda barely had to do anything. As if she read your mind, Wanda lifted her head.
“Come whenever you feel it, sweetheart,” she instructed.
Before you could react, she dipped her head back down and suckled around your clit, grazing it ever so gently with her teeth. You cried out, tears falling from your eyes, as you came into her mouth, babbling mindlessly and pulling hard at the ropes around your wrists.
“Good girl, so good,” Wanda cooed from between your legs, barely lifting her mouth away from you.
She lapped up all the wetness that gushed out of you as you came, cleaning you up just to watch you make a mess again. Wanda didn’t slow, not even to bring you down, just continued fucking you into oblivion with her tongue. You whined, suddenly feeling overstimulated, prompting Wanda to perk up.
“C’mon, sweet girl, relax and let Mommy make you feel good,” she said. “Let Mommy make you come again.”
Her words sent shivers down your spine. It was too much and not enough and you wanted her to slow down and give you more and you couldn’t think when all she was doing was dragging the sweetest sensations from your body. Your skin was numb and your face was hot and you were completely at Wanda’s mercy as she brought a hand off your hip to push two fingers into your dripping pussy.
You tightened around her, whining loudly as she curled up against your sweet spot. She chuckled darkly against your clit and carried on, ignoring the way you clenched desperately around her digits. The stretch burned so good and you wanted to ask for more but the words caught in your throat and you were on the edge again, wrists pulling roughly at the restraints as you tensed up completely.
“Mommy, gonna-” you sobbed, falling apart on Wanda’s hand.
Wanda moaned as you gushed onto her fingers, removing her mouth from your clit so she could fuck you faster through your orgasm. Your legs were shaking and she was curling into you so perfectly and tears were falling onto the pillow beneath you and she was mouthing at your hips and you couldn’t breathe it was all so good.
“ Good girl, that’s it, you’re doing so well,” Wanda praised. “Mommy’s so proud.” You squirmed, thighs closing around her hand. “Don’t fuss, sweetheart, Mommy’s not done yet.”
Wanda slipped a third finger into you and continued thrusting, dragging throaty gasps from your mouth as she did. Her spare hand reached up to wipe at the tears falling from your eyes, cooing gently as she did.
“You’re so pretty when you cry for me, dolly,” she mused. “Love making you feel so good you cry.”
“Too much,” you gasped, words tumbling from your lips as you forced them out of you.
“No, honey, it’s not too much,” she said firmly, shifting her body so she could kiss at your stomach, hand still working at your pussy. “Little girls can’t decide when they’ve had enough, that’s why they need their Mommies,” she cooed. You whined, feeling her stroke particularly deftly at your g-spot. “Mommy will tell you when you’re done, okay? Let me do the thinking, baby.”
With that, Wanda’s thumb met your clit, rubbing tight circles around it. She was still mouthing at your stomach, and all the sensations combined brought you close. It hurt, a deep ache that made the pleasure feel shallow, but you felt yourself hurtling toward the edge nonetheless. Your wrists strained against the rope as you tensed up, whining loudly.
“Gonna come again, dolly?” Wanda asked. You shook your head. “Yes you are, go on, come for Mommy,” she cooed.
Wanda’s thumb circled tighter around your clit, and she thrust into you even harder than before and suddenly you were coming undone once again. Her teeth scraped across your hip, ripping a whimper from your chest as your body shook with the intensity of your orgasm. The pain you’d felt before was gone, replaced by pure bliss and pleasure as Wanda dragged the climax out of you, milking it for all it was worth.
Your head was spinning, body exhausted and slick with sweat from exertion. Your wrists were sore and your face was wet and you probably looked a mess, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care as Wanda slipped a fourth finger into your pussy.
Her thumb abandoned your clit, forcing you to focus on the stretch she was giving you. It wasn’t enough, it wouldn’t be enough, you knew it wouldn’t get you anywhere but god did it feel good.
“Look at you, sweet girl, all stretched out for Mommy,” Wanda breathed. “Mommy loves stretching out her little girl.”
You needed more, wanted to come again, to be good for her and make her proud but your thoughts were like molasses in your head, so slow and thick and sticky that you couldn’t make them into words.
“Give Mommy one more, dolly,” Wanda urged. “Just one more and we’ll be done, okay?” You nodded furiously, head digging back into the pillows. “That’s it, such a good listener, makes Mommy so proud.”
Wanda fucked you impossibly deeper, stretching you even more, and you were so blissed out and gone that you edged once again. Everything hurt and you were so wet and sticky and sore and you wanted to beg her to stop, but the overstimulation was so painfully good that you let her continue anyway.
Your vision was blurry and you weren’t sure where Wanda was touching you anymore because your entire body was on fire and thrumming with the beat of your heart and your cunt and then you felt Wanda’s warm breath on your clit and you sobbed, coming all over Wanda’s hand.
This time, Wanda worked you down, gradually slowing her fingers and using her free hand to soothe your bare skin.
“You did so well for Mommy, sweetheart, so good,” she praised. “I’m so proud of you, darling girl, just ride it out, I’ve got you,” she cooed as she worked you down.
Once Wanda slipped her fingers out of you, you were done — so fucked out and dumb and exhausted that you could barely keep your eyes open.
“Mommy,” you whined. “Hands.”
“Of course, honey,” Wanda said, rushing to untie you. “Come here, my love,” she cooed as she freed your wrists from their restraints.
Wanda wrapped you up in the bedsheets and pulled you into her chest, cradling you against her. She stroked your hair and kissed your face softly as you grounded yourself next to her, bringing yourself slowly back down to earth with Wanda’s help.
“Can you talk to me, lovebug?” Wanda asked after several minutes.
“Yeah,” you breathed. “Thank you, Mommy.”
“Don’t thank me, baby, I’m always here to take care of you,” she whispered. “Sometimes Mommy knows best, doesn’t she?”
You giggled into her neck. “You do,” you laughed. “Thank you for helping me.”
“Anytime, sweet girl,” Wanda replied. “Let me know when it’s time to get up and get ready for bed, okay? Take your time, I know that was a lot for you.”
“Love you, Mommy,” you said, nodding against her.
“Love you more, sweetheart.”