‼️SMUT WARNING‼️
I'd made myself moan. I'd made myself cum over my own fingers.
"Sh-shit..."
Porn actors exaggerated their moans, but mine were completely real. The pleasure spewing through my veins was on my own accord, for the first time ever.
People might've said the position I was in was uncomfortable, but I was so into it, I didn't care.
Some called it the superstar, God did I feel like it. Exposed on a camera, my legs outstretched behind me.
My fingers circled my clit, over and over. I couldn't stop, even when it got uncomfortable, I stretched back, my eyes rolled to the back of my head as I continued to overstimulate myself. My stomach rapidly rose and fell as my breathing harshened.
The little bundle of nerves was on fire, making me wetter by the second. I kept erupting in orgasm after orgasm, I kept getting warmer.
"Sh-shit, Mistress-" I groaned in pleasure. "I need you so badly."
I stifled a loud, screeching moan, as a final, soaking orgasm cut through me.
I pulled my fingers away, letting my stomach calm down. My eyes trailed down my body, looking at how hard my nipples were, the wood floor under me was wet. My thighs were soaked in it.
I ran my fingers through my wet slit, before ever so slowly putting them up to my lips.
I tasted amazing.
Cleo's reply to the video had made it all even more worth it, promising to pleasure me even more once she got back. I could already feel her inside of me.
🛑~Day Three~🛑
"Why don't we go play outside?"
Theo was having a complete meltdown, and there was nothing I could do to stop his tears from running.
All he could do was scream for Cleo and hope that she'd come home. I was ready for her to come back, as well.
She wasn't, obviously, not until tonight. Which I could barely wait for.
"Mama!" He screeched.
Melanie peeked behind him, grabbing him by his shoulders and pulling him into her lap.
I sighed, "Gentle, Mel," I told her.
She didn't say anything, but he continued to lay on her lap, sniffling. He seemed to calm down with her.
Why didn't she just parent him instead?
Oh, wait.
She did all the time, she was practically his third mother.
He reached out for me with a small grabby hand. "Mommy,"
I scooped him out of her lap, to which she frowned.
"It's okay, sweetheart. I know you miss her." I cooed. It was important for me to validate his feelings; even if he was little.
"Mommy," he whined softly.
I gently bounced him in my arms, and if I was strong, like his other mother, I would hold him in just one, rubbing his arms. Rubbing his arms always seemed to calm him down.
I took him outside, and Melanie trailed behind us both like a little farm dog.
He rested his head on my shoulder and closed his eyes. His little hand was gripping tightly onto my collar.
"Bun-Bun," he whispered.
"I can get it!" Melanie offered.
I sighed again, "Sure."
She quickly ran away as I slid open the screen door to outside. The clouds were hanging dark in the sky, it looked about to pour. But maybe we had some time before it happened.
We had a small, brightly colored play structure in our backyard that we barely touched. I set him down on the swing and grabbed the handlebars, gently pushing him back and forth.
He was still sniffling, but it did seem to calm him down. I had to swing them lightly because he was still younger than the advertised age and was capable of falling off.
Although, I suppose with his enhanced strength, he probably would've been fine. He wasn't ever interested in using it though, unless he was being especially clingy. In which case, it was hell trying to keep him off me.
Melanie came running back out, crusty periwinkle bunny in hand.
"Mommmyy!"
I knelt down to her level, forcing away a sigh.
I tried to settle her down, holding her by her shoulders as she bounced up and down.
"I'm fine with you helping me with your brother, Mel. But...you aren't me or Mama," I said.
"I know," she answered, eyes wide.
"You can't be his parent all the time."
"I-I'm sorry."
"It's okay, lovely. Let's go play."
Theo sat still on the swings, waiting for his delivery on Bun-Bun.
She ran over to him and shoved it into his lap, earning a giggle from him.
I quickly grabbed the handlebars of the swings before he toppled over and he stared at me blank-faced.
"Apologies for trying not to let you fall," I scoffed, beginning to lightly push him again.
"Mommy, I want to go!"
"You can go on the other one, lovely."
"I want that one!"
Toddlers never failed to make me confused. It was like how she'd rather drink out of the pink cup rather than the green cup when they both had the same drink and the same amount of said drink.
"The swings are the same," I told her.
"That one's better!"
I sighed. Theo wouldn't care if I switched him, he'd barely bat an eye. But on the other hand, Cleo would advise me not to give her what she wanted, that it wasn't a good teaching lesson or something. I just didn't want her to be mad.
"Both of the swings are the same, Mel," I repeated, "you have to...share,"
I wasn't really sure that was what sharing was. Whatever.
She just looked up at me with a desperate pouty look on her face.
I held back a groan, Cleo couldn't expect me to say no when she looked at me like that. They were literal toddlers, it should've been easier to say one word.
I focused back on Theo. "You share your dolls all the time. You can take turns." I said.
She just plopped onto the grass and crossed her arms, "Fine,"
"Theo will have two more minutes, then you can go on this one."
"That's soooo long!" She cried, launching her back onto the ground and throwing her arms up.
This was supposed to be easy.
"It isn't, lovely, I promise."
"Mama- Mama would let me!"
I was completely sure Cleo would never let her.
"Well, regardless..." I mumbled.
She spoke up, "Why do I have to share?"
"So you can be nice to other people," I replied simply.
"Why?"
I already knew where this was going.
"So you don't hurt their feelings,"
"Why?" She asked again.
"Because...you want to be nice to people, Mel."
"Why?"
I sighed, "Why do you think?"
It was the play of a typical Cleo card and was supposed to make her quiet.
She pondered for a moment, "I asked you, Mommy." Her face was stern.
It was nearly impossible to be mad at her sass.
I turned to stare at her, my face completely blank.
"Well..."
I was at a loss for words. What was I supposed to say to that?
"I'm not sure, then."
"Why?"
I forced a smile, "Oh look, Theo's time is already up."
I lifted him off the swing and he grabbed onto my neck, holding Bun-Bun.
Melanie was quick to jump up and hop onto the swing, immediately kicking her legs, and getting it moving. I gave her a little push, trying not to get caught. If she caught me pushing her, I was sure to get berated.
She was happily swinging, until her lips became pursed. I knew more questions were coming, and I tried to mentally prepare myself.
"Mommy, why did they make Hell?"
My eyes widened.
I coughed. "Wh-what?"
"I will not repeat myself!"
She'd picked that up from Cleo, who had said it to her a million times when telling her to go to sleep.
"Where did you hear about...Hell?" I'd barely managed to not trip over my words.
She wasn't watching anything bad, we hadn't been talking to her much about any vampire-y things, and not anything religious.
"Because!"
"Well that's helpful," I muttered to myself.
I raised my voice, "Why don't you ask Mama when she comes home?"
Cleo had done it to me a million times, it was time for payback.
"When?"
Thank God.
Not to be ironic.
"Today, at night. Mama will be home once you wake up tomorrow."
I guess that made it another day for them.
"Okay! Yay!"
They'd be asleep when I would go to pick up Cleo from the airport, so Faris would be home with them. I might've been even more excited than them for her to come back.
After a little while, I took us all inside and Melanie got some time on her tablet. Meanwhile, Theo wasn't letting go of me, and I was sure it was his way of insisting on cuddles.
So I crept up onto the sofa and scooped him into my lap. He threw his arms around my neck once again and put Bun-Bun in my lap.
But after some time, he became uncomfortable and switched positions. Now, lower in my lap, he clung onto my arm and began to nibble. It didn't break skin, or anything. It barely felt like a poke. His fangs weren't in yet, but it almost seemed as if he was teething all over again.
I'd have to ask Cleo about it. But it felt like time was passing ever so slowly until I'd get to see her.
One thing I knew for sure, Melanie sure didn't try to eat me when she had started teething.
(A/N, marine sure made quite an entrance there)