Kiera and I had a deep, productive heart to heart over cider last night. I figured it would be best to come clean about the story that I posted about us, but to do so when she was slightly buzzed. I wish I could say that she was thrilled about it, and we immediately banged each other on the couch, but that’s not what happened at all.
She was very creeped out by it at first. She told me to delete it; I said I would, but I wanted to explain myself. I told her that when we did what we did, it was such an amazing, unique experience, but I didn’t have anyone to share that with. Not talking about it with anyone was pure torment, and I couldn’t handle it. So, I told a bunch of strangers online, who will never know our identities. She asked if she could read what I said.
There was a sliver of cider left in the bottom of her glass by the time she read through it. I waited, two couch cushions over, for her verdict. She didn’t turn her head to me, but she leaned away from the screen, and set her glass down, to speak. “You made me sound like a cow…”
“No I didn’t. I said you were curvy,” I explained.
“You made me sound like a big, black heifer,” she said, looking at me, finally. She was smiling, twirling a single dreadlock in front of her face.
“Sorry…” She closed the gap between us herself, and now I was on the defensive. She was taller than me by far, and she towered over me, when we were finally next to one another.
“Let’s get something clear, here,” she said. “I don’t think I would ever date a woman, and I won’t get your hopes up for that. But what you did the other night… Hearing that you got off to it too—”
“Too!?” She looked away at the television. Trump was on tv saying something very un-sexy, so she pressed the previous button on the remote. We ended up on Sprout again, watching some nursery cartoon.
“Yeah… And it usually takes forever for me to get off, too.” She sighed wistfully. “I’m usually too tired for anything sexual these days, but that… That was something else, you know?” She straightened up her posture; I took the hint, and cuddled up against her torso, folding my legs in. “And now the story… You made me feel beautiful, Starla. Even with baby spit-up soaked into my shirt, bags under my eyes, hair out of control…”
I pressed my lips against her cheek, and I could feel her smile against me. “You are beautiful, mama,” I said. I’ve always been great at reading people’s kinks, sometimes knowing that they had them before they did themselves. She appeared confused for a brief moment, followed by worried, and she finished with a cautious smile.
“Mama,” she asked aloud, to the room. “I… Yeah. Call me mama again.”
“May I please help you cum, mama,” I asked. She thought for a moment, as she blushed. While she thought, I closed my eyes, and began to nuzzle into her neck and jaw, with the tip of my nose, my closed lips, and my eyelashes. “Please?”
“Yes… What should I call you?” She was panting, trying not to moan, as my soft voice slipped past her earlobes.
“Babygirl,” I answered, without much thought. I had already been through this entire conversation in my head. I found myself in her bedroom, only a few minutes later, massaging her entire body. I worked my way up from her toes to her shoulders, and I didn’t leave a single inch of her untouched.
“Sean,” she began, referring to her baby’s daddy. “Never wanted to eat me out.” I didn’t respond to that; I just kept my head down, where it belonged, flicking my tongue over her clit, rapidly. “Fuck, that’s good, babygirl.” With her lips open for me, flushed and darkened with arousal, dripping nectar, I moved to trib her. The first slow grind was only to explore her, and find the best path. After that, I locked eyes with something animalistic, and I’m sure my eyes showed her the same. We began to grind into each other, very hard; forget what you’ve seen or read for porn. There was nothing aesthetically pleasing about our motions. We were just two regular women alternating between hushed giggles, and smiles, to brief moments with veins and ridges on our brows, clenched teeth, and animal sex.
I was on top at first, until she decided that she was willing to try. With me on top, I had been more or less going for a ride, but when Mama took over, I was pinned down beneath her. I had to cover my mouth with my hand to avoid waking Kieran, as she fucked me senseless. I climaxed first, beneath her, and she tightened her thighs as my body began to buck, before I could accidentally escape the hot, wet, violent pleasure that was being inflicted on me.
While on top, she began to stroke her hardened, swollen nipples, lost in the pleasure. I knew what she was asking me. I opened my mouth as wide as I dared, and extended my tongue, to give her breast a cushioned seat on my lips. Instead of leaning down to let me suckle from her directly, she squeezed herself, summoning a narrow trickle of cream, which dribbled down her areola first, before drizzling down over my face. It landed on the bridge of my nose first — kinda hard to aim in the dark, to be fair to her — but it did eventually make it to my mouth. The second serving landed on my forehead, and I closed my eyes out of instinct.
I felt her thick, milk laden breast land in my mouth, and immediately, I began nursing on her. She slipped a hand beneath my head, cradling me, as she continued to grind into me. “Mama’s close,” she said into my ear. Unable to respond, I voiced my pleasure, and eagerness with my hands gripping tightly around her torso. The way she said it, it sounded like a warning; she was going to cum dangerously hard on top of me, and she might break me on accident. I would absolutely love for that to have been how I died, but sadly, I’m fine.
She did, however, force an arch into my back, as her own abdomen constricted. I heard my spine pop, seemingly before I felt any pain, but I did feel a tight, smoldering cramp inside of me. I coughed out her breast, splattering my face with her milk again, as she climaxed around me, her limbs like prison bars. The pain didn’t take me out of it, because I’m a fucking weirdo, I know. I wanted to endure the sensation of her accidentally bending me in half, as she came, because I would always have that fantasy to think about later.
We didn’t speak for what felt like a very long time, in her bed. We held hands, in solidarity, as we reflected on the remains of our friendship, which we had just obliterated completely (also, for my cramp to die down). “I needed that, babygirl,” she said to me, finally.
“I know, Mama,” I said, as I rolled up against her. “Me too.”
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