Dear Ex, Your Mom Loves Me Now

Cindy's POV

“Would you like to take my virginity?” I whispered softly, my voice coming out in a shaky tone and she stared at me with an intensity that had me gulping.

What if I just said the wrong thing?

“You know what you're asking for, right? Because once I start, I won't be able to stop.” She muttered slowly, dragging out every word so I could hear the consequences of my request.

But I wasn't about to back down now. Not when the hottest woman on this planet could help me get over my broken heart.

Without thinking I got on my tiptoes and kissed her. She froze for a second against my trembling body and then pulled me in by my waist, kissing me like a thirsty man finding water. I moaned into her mouth, and she swallowed it in, sucking and biting on my lips, so that I was sure they would be bruised once we pulled away.

Her hands slipped under my shirt, caressing my sensitive skin gently and my knees buckled under her touch. Her lips moved from my lips to my chin and just when I thought I could breathe again, she sucked on the spot below my ear. That action drew a loud whimper out of me as I tilted my head in pleasure.

“You're such a good girl.” She praised, sucking and biting on my skin like she was trying to mark me. When her thumb brushed over my nipples again, I let out a gasp of pleasure and she chuckled softly, the sound vibrating through me.

“Get on the bed for me, dove.” She ordered and the nickname sent tingles down my spine as I obeyed immediately. I sat on the bed and she leaned toward me, placing a soft kiss on my forehead before taking my shirt off.

A wave of embarrassment flashed through me and I instinctively moved to cover my chest. That seemed to make her displeased as suddenly she grabbed my hands, hoisting them above my head until I was lying flat on my bed. And she was right on top of me.

“What's there to cover? To hide? You're perfection, little dove. All of you. So don't hide from me. Okay?” She muttered gently, her tone contrasting with how hard she pinned me down. I nodded quickly and squirmed a bit, only then did she loosen her grip on my hand slightly.

She kissed me again, her hand still holding mine about my head, and then moved her lips from my chin, down to my neck, until my chest. Her tongue flicked over my left nipple and the heat that coursed through me had me arching my back in pleasure.

“P-principal—”

A harsh smack on my right boob sent waves of pleasure and pain rushing through me and I opened my eyes in surprise.

“Call me that one more time and my hand prints will be all over your ass cheeks, sweetie.” She threatened slowly, a small smile on her lips as she placed soft kisses all over my chest.

“ I-I'm sorry, Becca…” I stuttered, my throat running dry at her command and she finally hummed in agreement. Sucking on my right nipple, her thumb pinched and rubbed my left nipple that was hard as fuck, and the moans that escaped my lips were sounds I never thought I was capable of producing.

“B-becca—”

“Yes, little dove? Tell me what you want.”

My thighs were tightly clenched together to ease the heat and need that pooled in my core. It was so foreign yet so good that I found myself wanting more. More of that need and that heat.

“More…” I whimpered, squirming a little as she looked up at me. “I want more, Becca,” I added and she smiled, a mischievous, teasing smile.

“More of what, dove? You gotta be specific.”

I almost groaned in frustration when I realized she was teasing me and she seemed to be enjoying every bit of it.

“I don't know.” I pouted in frustration. “More of you? More of your touch? More of the feeling that keeps growing at the pit of my stomach? I just want more… Please.” I pleaded, and she pulled away just slightly so she could hover over me again.

“That isn't specific enough. Tell me what you want, and I'll do it.” She whispered, placing butterfly kisses all over my face and I giggled.

But what did I want? What was I supposed to tell her? I haven't done this before.

Then it clicked in my head.

I remembered I once watched a video, by accident, of two lesbians having sex and the younger one called the other one—

That's it!

“I want you…” I started, gulping nervously and she looked at me with a smile. “I want you to touch me, mommy.”

The moment the last word left my lips, she froze. Fuck my life, did I mess up again?

“What did you just say?”

“I-I said I want you to touch me.”

“No, what did you call me?”

“M-mommy?” I stuttered and her eyes widened, hunger and glee swirling through them.

“You're so naughty after all, hitting me where I'm weakest.” She chuckled softly and placed a soft kiss on my lips. “Call me that when we're alone from now on, okay?”

“You like it?” I asked in surprise, and she chuckled again, her hands moving to trace my curves, which sent shivers down my spine.

“It makes me want to do crazy things to you until you understand that you're mine, so of course, I love it. My naughty, little dove.” She whispered, tracing kisses down my chest to my belly button and I whimpered.

“You want me to touch you here?” She asked softly, her fingers brushing over my thighs so softly that it made me squirm.

“Everywhere, Mommy. Please… I can't take it anymore.” I begged, tugging on my bottom lip as she bit the insides of my thighs.

“Be patient, little dove. I'm taking my time to taste every part of you that I've been dying to taste for years now.” She muttered with a grin, her fingers hooking with the line of my panties and a shaky moan escaped me.

Goodness, I am enjoying this too much.

The moment she pulled my panties off, I snapped my legs closed on instinct before realizing that I had just broken a rule. Fuck.

“What did I tell you, little dove?”