Mrs Knotty [FF] (LONG)

I’m still so flustered from what happened Sunday night but I need to share.

Call me Mrs Kris Knotty I’m 40, recently divorced, with my only daughter off in her freshman year of college and well let’s just say things have been a lot lonelier around the house these
days.

I recently watched Mrs Fletcher on HBO and let me tell ya I started having some very specific fantasies and ideas with this big empty house and my new found freedom. I decided to be adventurous and make a reddit account to feel out the waters, maybe find someone to talk about these fantasies with while I make a mess in my bed.

I made a post last week with a picture of myself looking for young men to talk to but after an hour I chickened out, deleted the post, watched some milf porn, and went to bed. “How crazy,” I thought, “I really got carried away.” I thought that was the end of this all.

Until Sunday night when something happened I could not have seen coming.

Here’s some context:

My daughter, let’s call her A, has a best friend, C, and A and C have been inseparable since kindergarten. Luckily, my ex husband and I hit it off with C’s parents and our two families have been close, going on vacations together, yearly camping trips, all that stuff. C has been like a 2nd daughter to me, and we have developed our own special bond. I’ve taken her clothes shopping for high school dances when her parents were out of town, coffee dates when she needed an ear to listen, and when my daughter got accepted into an out of state university but C didn’t, I told C that she was welcome over to the house anytime if she needed space from her own family. I’m here alone anyway.

“Heck,” I told her one time, “bring a boy over if you want, you’re 19, I won’t bother you.” She laughed at that. C never had a boyfriend and I never understood since she is so pretty and petite. I, on the other hand, have always felt very plain (curly brown hair with a mind of its own, muddy brown eyes) , and at 6 foot with a *ahem* curvy build, I’m not exactly the cute little button of a woman most men like.

So in a way I was always perplexed and a tiny bit jealous of her slender little 5’ 1’’ figure, with gorgeous short blonde hair that shimmers in the light and big blue eyes. She’s a quiet girl in a way that isn’t shy or soft spoken, but instead radiates this confidence that her words have weight and her presence speaks for itself.

Well she messaged me out of the blue on Friday asking me if she could have some “girl time” with her “2nd mom” on Sunday night. I was flattered she wanted to hang out with an old lady and told her of course!

So Sunday comes around and I’m just sitting around in my pj pants and a t-shirt ready for a quiet night of Netflix and a double date with Ben & Jerry but when C gets here and I answer the door she is dressed in this tight green long-sleeved shirt tucked into cuffed high waisted jeans, face made up super pretty, and a bottle of really nice wine in one hand and a suitcase which I assume is an over-night bag in the other. “Hey Mrs Knotty, I grabbed this wine from my parent’s cellar. They said if it’s ok with you, I can drink as long as I stay the night so I’m not driving.”

I’m a little embarrassed to be in my pjs now but she assures me I am rocking the snowflake print. She hugs me but I’m a little taken aback by the tenderness of her arms and the way she presses herself into me. My clueless ass thought maybe some boy had broken her heart and she was feeling sad and vulnerable and hence this deep affectionate hug. I smiled warmly at her and said “let’s open that bottle of wine and talk, hunny.”

A few glasses of wine later I was bubbly and loud and she was calm but talkative and by the soft red glow from both of our faces you could tell that we were “feeling it.”

I also noticed suddenly how close she was sitting to me. We had started at opposite ends of the couch but now she was right next to me, her hand gently resting on my foot that was tucked into the couch cushions. She smiled warmly at me as I talked and talked and suddenly I kept losing my train of thought as those deep blue eyes pierced my soul. I was trying to avoid eye contact but I kept being drawn back to her gaze. I could feel myself turning bright red as my cheeks, neck, and upper chest radiated heat. Avoiding her gaze I looked down at her shirt, suddenly noticing for the first time how well it complimented her figure. I felt more and more self conscious. Oh gosh she was stunning. I was thinking how unfair that someone so tiny and cute could also have such a perky and well proportioned bust, while mine had always seemed too large and too saggy, even in my youth.

I think she began to notice and asked if I was ok. Wine drunk me blurted out “Hunny, how have you never had a boyfriend? If this old lady had your body and your youth, I’d be swallowing men whole.”

She paused for what felt like a long time and I felt myself flush even more with embarrassment. I noticed the half smile on her face as she looked down at my foot which I just now realized she was full-on massaging. Oh Christ that felt good.

“Well Kris, I’m not really into guys.” I was so embarrassed at this point. But I tried to save face. “Oh sweetie say no more, I’m sorry I pushed it.” I leaned over and gave her my warmest most motherly hug.

She kissed my neck.

I jumped back instantly with shock that she had done that. But a soft slick warmth between my thighs shocked me even more as I tried to hold it together.

“C! What was that??”

“You don’t have to be younger to have my body, Kris. You could have it now if you like.” Before I knew what was happening, her hand was on my inner thigh and her soft lips were caressing mine. All I can remember from that moment is radiant warmth. Warmth from my wine drunk cheeks. Warmth of her breath on my face. Warmth near her hand on my thigh. I blanked for a second as I felt her tongue softly glide between my parted lips. It was the euphoric electric shock of her cold fingers under the waistband of my pj bottoms that snapped me out of it.

“Woah woah woah this is way out of line C!” I pulled away and stood from the couch.

“Because I’m not a boy, Mrs Knotty?” At that point she actually said “Mrs Knotty” instead of my real name. I was mortified. She had seen my reddit post and picture. This fantasy had gone too far. In a moment of clarity I told her I was going to bed and that she could sleep in any room so that she didn’t drive under the influence but that she should go home in the morning right away. She was 19, a child. My daughter best friend. How could I have let this happen? My head was spinning. I turned to walk away but as my pj bottoms brushed my leg I felt a stickiness and looked down to see the mess I had made during that brief moment of ecstasy. She saw me notice.

“I’ll go home in the morning, and I understand how this changes things. But…we’ve still got tonight, Kris.”

Why did she have to keep calling me Kris?? I turned around and there she was. Without a word she reached up and gently cupped my neck. I didn’t move. She looked into my eyes and I got lost in hers. It felt like years went by as a million thoughts went through my head. I didn’t really hear any of them though. I was lost in those blue eyes. And that confident half smile of hers. She softly nodded as she knew before I did what I was about to do. I cupped her face. After a moment I nodded back and began to lean down.

I’m going to struggle to write what happened next because I can already feel my hands shaking as I remember it. As I began to lean down, I felt her begin to take charge as her hands moved from my neck to my head and she pulled me in for a gentle but deep kiss. She pulled me away and looked me in the eye with a warm smile that made my knees shake as I stupidly smiled back. For a moment I felt like the young girl as she gave me quick little kisses and guided my soft descent back to the couch. I was limp as she laid me down beneath her. My brain was numb with wine and lust as her hands eagerly explored my body. I was all hers. She could’ve done anything to me, I wouldn’t have stopped her. Turns out this was her plan all along. She undressed me and laid her tiny body next to me on her side as I laid on my back. I could hear my sticky pussy lips parting as her fingers caressed my clitoris. I instantly gasped and arched my back as a shock of pleasure shot up my spine. Her free hand began to caress my nipples and grazed along my breast before she began firmly wrapping her fingers around my neck. “Oh Kris,” she said in a tone I had never heard her speak in before, “I’m going to devour you tonight.”

I began to shake uncontrollably as I felt myself gush all over her hand at those words. All I could smell was the wine from her deep breathing and the overwhelming aroma of my pussy. Had I always smelled this good?

She looked her hand for a moment before softly licking her finger. “Mmm Kris, you gotta taste this.” She touched my lips and my tongue instinctively came out, gliding along her fingers. She pulled away and my head reflexively lifted, following her hand.

“Wait here.” She said forcefully.

“Yes, C.”

She left and I tried to catch my breath. My head was spinning with ecstasy. I rested one hand on my pulsating womanhood and with the other I softly massaged my breasts. Where did she go? I wanted her back I wanted her on me I wanted to be hers again.

“Kris, who the fuck said you could touch my cunt?”

I flushed red with shame and confusion as I turned to her standing in the door way. Her short blonde hair was put up in a little pony and I could she her naked breast through the mesh of her black longsleeved one-piece that had a hole in the crotch where her long pussy lips were visibly twitching. Why did I, this large grown woman, feel so small and in control of this tiny girl? I moaned at the realization of my submission. I was scared. But so fucking ready to be all hers.

“Oh C, I missed you, please please come back.”

She walked over to me and forcefully grabbed my neck. I was scared it would hurt but it was just the right amount of pressure. She knew what she was doing.

I yelped a bit as she lightly slapped my cheek and scolded me for “touching her cunt.” Then she slapped the other cheek not calling her “Ma’am.” I was limp at this point and could feel my face burning red. She began to lift me up by my neck and I followed along as she turned me around, bent me over with my big “mom ass” in the air, and forcefully pushed my face against the couch cushions. She spanked me. This time it hurt and I yelped. “I barely touched you, you stupid cougar Bitch. That’s for telling me what to do.”

I felt myself begin to tear up and told her I was sorry. Suddenly I felt the energy in the room change and her face was next to mine. She looked concerned.

She whispered:
“Everything alright, Mrs (my name)? We can stop at any time.” Her voice was so sweet and gentle I could cry.

I whispered back “I can handle it hunny, how about our safe word is rabbit?”

She giggled and said “that is sooo cute Mrs K, sounds good.” She kissed me softly and smiled.

Before I knew what was happening her fingers were on my scalp and my head was yanked back by my hair. I moaned as I snapped back into ecstasy and she kissed my open mouth and forced her tongue down my throat. She pulled me back by my hair and slapped my face again. My sticky pussy was audible as my legs squirmed. She had slapped me hard this time and I felt another tear roll down my cheek. She licked the tear off my face and said “who the fuck do you think you are crying like this?”

“I’m a stupid cougar bitch.”

She grabbed my face and pierced me with her blue eyes.

“Who??”

“YOUR stupid cougar bitch, Ma’am”

She smiled and kissed me deep. God it felt like years went by as she passionately kissed her slave and I eagerly received my master. She spit in my mouth and I said “Thank you, Ma’am.” She had broken me completely.

“Lie down and close your eyes” she whispered softly.

“Yes Ma’am” I moaned.

I could feel the warmth of her inner thigh and smell the aroma of her arousal before her soft pussy lips kissed my mouth as she lowered herself down on my face. I eagerly licked her clit and could feel her quiver on my face and warm liquid gush down my cheeks.

“Relax, my sweet Kris,” she said with an unexpected tenderness that almost made me cry, “let me feed you.”

I don’t even know how to describe this moment except that it felt like she was making love to my face. She grinded her pussy rhythmically back and forth as I grabbed her inner thighs with my hands and began eagerly servicing my loving master. She moaned and shook as I softly and slowly kissed and sucked her little clit. Again, years went by as I got lost in the sensation of it all.

She came. Hard. All over my face. Down my throat. In my hair. Down my neck. She seized up and jerked as I kissed her inner thighs and looked into my master’s deep blue eyes. Still twitching she lowered herself and I scooped her in my arms.

“Rest, master, I’ve got you.”
Her face, locked in a state of euphoria, turned to me, unable to speak.

“Oh Mrs (my name),” she softly breathed.

At that moment she was no longer my master, but little C. In this ridiculous lingerie. Spent and exhausted. I snapped back into mom mode.

“Momma’s got you, my sweet C.”

As the words left my mouth and I felt my pussy quiver I knew I was in trouble.

“Thanks Mom,” she said, as she snuggled into my bare skin and began kissing my chest.

“…Rabbits?” I asked hesitantly, a little nervous of where this was going.

She shook her head.
“No,” she said. She looked up at me and her chest slightly heaved and her legs softly shifted, “you?”

“No,” I said as I stood up, cradling this petite girl in my arms, and softly kissed her on her lips and she closed her eyes and kissed me softly back.

“Let’s get you ready for bed, dear,” I said as I carried her to my bedroom. She nodded quietly, eyes still closed.

We got to my room and I helped her undress. As soon as she was naked she hopped in my bed and got under the covers. I went back to the living room and collected my shirt and pj pants and put them on. When I got back she seemed asleep and I felt tired my self. The wine had worn off and I brushed my teeth before turning off the lights and laying down on the other side of the bed.

Then she turned around, eyes still closed, and reached for me.

“Sweetheart, go to sleep,” I said.
“What about yoooou?” She said in a tired and girlish way.
“I’m ok.” I said.

Then her hands found their way under my pjs as her fingers grazed my inner thigh.

“Mmmmmm” I quietly moaned and slightly arched my back. That was all she needed to hear and next thing I know her little body is on top of me, we’re loudly making out with our eyes closed, slowly exploring each other in the dark. I grab her little butt and spread her cheeks with my hand. Gosh she’s so tiny, my finger accidentally touches her little asshole and I feel it pulsate at the touch.

“Oh,” she moans, “I don’t know…”

“Unintentional,” I say, “just keep kissing me.”

A moment goes by.

“Would you want to touch mine?” I ask softly.

So here’s where I admit that for how much I hate my ex, he was the one who made me an anal girl. Can’t explain it, don’t blame anyone who isn’t, I get it, but it drives this girl WILD.

“Wait…really,” C asks, a little taken aback.

“If you want to.”

“Doesn’t it hurt?”

“A little, but when done right, there’s nothing like it.”

Shes insecure but curious. Good thing I’ve got my trusty boyfriend (dildo) and lube in the drawer next to the bed. I turn on the lamp by my bed and lube our friend up. Making out in the dark has gotten me verrrry ready for this. I lie back and spread my legs as she watches on her knees while I slowly massage my clit with one hand and begin teasing my asshole with the other. I’m giving her a show and it’s one of the hottest things I’ve ever done. She’s clearly enjoying it as well and her cheeks are flushed and she begins to rock a bit.

“Hand me our friend,” I ask her.
She eagerly nods and after she hands it to me I motion her in for a kiss. I sloppily kiss her thank you. Earlier I was hers. Now she’s mine.

I stick my legs straight up and tease the dildo into my asshole. Her eyes get big as I softly moan and rock my body. I smile at her and she blushes. I motion her with my finger to touch my clit. She nods and obeys. She shyly fingers me but her eyes are fixed on the dildo as I speed it up and devour it. She moves over to my head, kneeling next to me, and I motion with my head for a kiss while I finger my clit now that she’s moved.

At her tender kiss, I seize and climax and squirt all over the sheets and she giggles and kisses me deeper and gives me a tender hug, pressing her body into mine like when she first arrived. Our legs rub against each other that’s it, we’re making out again. She sits up and begins to grind her gliding her pussy against my thigh. Gosh she’s so small compared to me. I grab her little body and hold her tight to my chest, her breasts against mine, her lips sucking aggressively on my neck.

She takes my hand and puts it back on her little ass.

“I wanna try a little.”

“You sure?”

“ yes yes please, Mrs knotty, finger my asshole, please.”

I can’t reach the lube so I give her my finger (the one I used for my pussy) and told her to suck it. She grabbed my big hand with both her small hands and began hungrily “blowing” my finger like a cock. I couldn’t help but laugh thinking about those poor boys missing out on this little dyke whose head game was outrageous.

“Easy there, bj queen, I just need you to lube me up.”

She lazily looked up at me, drool still hanging from her lip.

“Sorry…I tasted your pussy and it was game over.”

I laughed and kissed her softly.
I wrapped my arm around her and secured her body to my chest. She bent over on her knees but with he being so tiny and me being so large it wasn’t an issue, and her face rested next to mine as I easily reached around her to her asshole. I turned to her and our lips were inches apart as I felt her soft anticipatory breath on my face.

“Ready baby?”
“Mhm,” she nodded, kissing me and then burying her face into my neck.

I glided my finger softly into her tight little asshole and she winced.
“Relax C, mommas got you, just breathe and relax.”
I kissed her cheek over and over again, we took a deep breath together, and on the exhale I slid it in. She sharply inhaled but said it felt good. We lied there together while I just left my finger still as she slowly rocked around on it before it was pushed out by her puckering asshole. She moaned in my ear and kissed it, saying “Thank you, I’m good now.”

At this point I was dead tired. It finally hit me how exhausted I was. But as I began to drift she asked me if she could taste my pussy. “Sure babe,” I said without thinking, not even opening my eyes. I drifted in and out of sleep and pleasure as she softly tasted me. The last thing I remember is tasting my pussy on her tongue as she kissed me goodnight.

I woke up to us spooning in the soft morning light coming in for my skylight, in sex puddles all over my sheets. I played with her blonde hair shimmering in the sun as I replayed the night over and over again in my head. She woke up, smiled at me, and kissed me good morning.

As she got ready to leave I told her this wasn’t a mistake but it won’t happen again. She agreed.

Days later my head is still spinning. It’s like my sexual horizons have been burst open. I didn’t know I was submissive. I didn’t know I was into women. I didn’t know I was a Mommy dom into littles.

I still have this big empty house and I still have this reddit account. I can’t wait truly become Mrs Knotty?

TLDR: 40 yo mom is dominated by 19 friend of daughter, then mom gentledoms girl (including light anal), new sexual horizons open up.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/es2ud7/mrs_knotty_ff_long