by Hart, Poppy
“Ahh,” Becca groaned.
As if testing it, Elaine softly slapped Becca’s clit. “Is it a naughty pussy? Is this Mommy’s naughty pussy?” Each slap made Becca see stars, in a good way, and she nodded frantically. Thrusting her hips up.
“I thought so. Spankings for a naughty girl, that I can do. Are you going to cum, my dirty little princess? Show Mommy how fucking naughty this little pussy can be for me.”
Becca cried out, the panties falling from her mouth, “Fuck, Mommy!” As her tits jiggled from her movements, her knees rising, legs spread wide. Elaine pressed her mouth to Becca’s slit, working her tongue back and forth through the puffy labia below, and purred into it, just the way Becca usually did to her. “Fuck. Fuck. I’m your naughty girl. The naughtiest.”
Elaine, laughing, made Becca’s pussy buzz. The vibrator buzzed on the bed. The color of Becca’s pussy was now deep pink, a contrast to the tan it was before Elaine had teased and taunted her with her tongue, fingers, and words.
“You know, Becca. Even if you don’t want to take another lover, that doesn’t mean you can’t flaunt what you have. I see how you’ve begun to dress more modestly lately. It worries me,” Elaine said after they’d had a good lie-in. She’d gotten up to start the rice and come back to uncuff Becca.
“I like wearing cute things. Sexy things too, but I always felt like I wasn’t cute enough to wear things like frilly dresses. With you, knowing that I’m your girl, it is easier to get into that mindset. That I can look sweet and innocent. Even if I’m not.”
“You are the sweetest person I’ve ever known,” Elaine corrected her. “And innocence be damned. I love doing bad things with you, to you.”
“What will the Professor think of us?”
“Who cares. Dress up, Babygirl. It’s our party, we can be weird if we want to.”
Chapter 3: Elaine
“W eird how?” Becca asked.
“Well, I’m not saying you should call me Mommy, but you can certainly speak to me with respect and deference...”
“Mommy, I was going to do that anyway.”
Elaine’s phone dinged in the office and the older woman went to go get it. There was a text from Becca’s professor, asking what appropriate attire was.
“Becca’s going to wear a tutu, so go all out if you want,” Elaine answered.
Elaine dressed. Nothing as costume-y as Becca had chosen - the tutu was an exaggeration though not far from it. Becca had picked a pair of thigh high socks and a puffy skirt with tulle to wear with a sequin-covered jacket and daisy t-shirt.
She was adorable. She was spectacular. And there was dirt on her nose from a last-minute repair on the sink when it started leaking fifteen minutes before seven, but Elaine didn’t tell her about it.
Elaine herself opted for a sleek blue blouse and leather skirt. The table was set, candles were lit, and the music playing was appropriate.
When the doorbell rang, though, Elaine experienced the first twinge of panic. What if she’d fucked up the gumbo? What if the guest ran screaming from their house?
She called for Becca and they opened the door together.
Professor Alyssa Monte stood on their brick stoop clutching a bottle of Dulce Rio and a bouquet of daisies.
“Wow, you ladies look glam!” Alyssa said, first thing.
“So, do you!” Becca cried out.
Indeed, Elaine thought bristlingly. Alyssa wore a tight-fitting silky red dress with spaghetti straps and slingback heels. Her hair was hanging over one shoulder in loose curls, doing nothing but draw attention to her giant bust. She was tan, had a nose ring, and tattoos all down her arms.
The professor was young, it seemed. Young and hotter than she’d imagined. No wonder Becca was fond of her. Elaine stopped herself from going down that road of jealous and cleared her throat. “Please, come inside. Welcome to our home. I’m Elaine. Should I call you professor?”
“Alyssa, please,” the young woman said. “Thank you so much for inviting me to dinner. I haven’t had a home-cooked meal in years.”
“Don’t do a lot of cooking yourself?” Elaine asked.
“No, not really. No outside cooking equipment allowed at my hotel. Apartment hunting has been a bitch,” Alyssa said, walking into the house. She followed Becca and Elaine through the living room and into the kitchen. “Wow, it smells amazing in here. Gumbo, I presume?”
“That’s right,” Becca said, piping up excitedly. “It tastes really good too. She let me try a bit. And there’s potato salad to go with it.”
“Ah, roots from Southwestern Louisiana, I take it?” Alyssa asked Elaine.
“That’s right. You’re familiar with the area?” Elaine asked with surprise.
“Only a little. My ex-husband was from there, we’d go visit the in-laws. I sure do miss their cooking.”
“Oh, I’m sorry to hear about your divorce.” Relief that Alyssa may be straight flooded her.
“Haha, I’m not. He’s a good man, but he’s not my type. It took me a while to figure that out.”
“Oh, I see,” Elaine said, her voice reflecting her disappointment, though neither Alyssa nor Becca picked up on it.
Throughout dinner, conversation barely lagged except for when people were eating. Elaine had to admit she cooked a good meal. Becca doted on her. The wine Alyssa brought was savored and shared.
After dinner, they moved into the living room and kept talking. Becca served Elaine a drink or two and actually called her Mommy once in front of Alyssa by mistake. The woman seemed not to notice, but if she did, she took it in stride.
“You know, I’ve been meaning to hit up some of the local spots but I’m worried that I’ll run into my students. Do you two know of any more… discreet… clubs?”
“I know of two, but they’re a little bit outside the city,” Elaine answered. “They’re on the kinkier side.
“That’s my jam. It’s been a few years since I went to one. I was always too afraid to go to a kink club in Asia; my visa was too important to me.”
“Well, then I’d be happy to give you a reference. Venus is female only, not as kinky but the cover charge weeds out the flakes. Then there’s Inferno, which isn’t but it has a great atmosphere and plenty of space.”
“Thanks,” Alyssa said with a smile. “Maybe the next time we do this, I’ll have a date to beg to invite.”
“Good luck with that,” Elaine thought. She sometimes felt she’d snagged the only good woman in the city, in Becca. She reached out and pulled Becca toward her, arm around the waist, into her lap. She kissed the side of Becca’s neck and felt the woman squirm in desire in her lap.
Alyssa seemed attentive. She relaxed, forced herself to relax, and smiled at the professor. “So. How about dessert?”
Chapter 4: Becca
S he knew Elaine was feeling possessive, but she didn’t mind it. She didn’t like the way Alyssa was looking at her Mommy, though. It seemed like every chance she had, Alyssa probed Elaine for information about herself. Becca felt a little like the third wheel, even though she was sure Elaine was feeling the same way. She was sure because Elaine couldn’t seem to keep her hands away from Becca.
“Mommy, I need to go to the restroom,” Becca said, without thinking.
“Go ahead,” Elaine answered, letting the young woman out of her lap.
“So that’s how it is, between you guys?” She heard Alyssa ask Elaine as she was walking away. She covered her face and all but ran into the restroom.
She heard the trill of laughter from the living room and stared herself in the face. What was she doing, hiding in her own home?
Becca shook her head, looked in the mirror, and decided she didn’t care what Alyssa thought. She went to the restroom, cleaned herself with water, and then went back into the living room, though Alyssa and Elaine weren’t there.
She heard sounds coming from the nursery and felt a pit in the bottom of her stomach. It was worse than she thought, she worried. Alyssa was a little.
“It’s best to discipline them in private, but don’t wait too long. Becca always knows why she’s in trouble. When you get a little one, you’re going to want to make sure you always have a clear understanding of their headspace. If Becca is permitted to worry about where she stands with me, it will destroy her entire day. I try not to let that happen.
“I can tell you do a good job with her. I’ve always been curious about delving into this stuff but worried. It’s hard to meet other women who are experienced in this sort of thing. Do you mind if I ask you questions occasionally?”
“Feel free,” Elaine said cheerfully. “Just don’t try and steal Becca away from me. I don’t think my heart could handle that.”
“She’s a good girl, a pretty girl. But not my type.”
“What is your type?” Elaine asked.
Alyssa looked embarrassed. “Well, I’m not particular about gender. But I do prefer a chubbier woman,” Alyssa answered.
“I see,” Elaine smiled. “There’s no shame in admitting your preferences.”
“I’m hesitant to admit that. I don’t fetishize it, but I would be lying if that wasn’t how I gravitated.”
“No judgment here.”
“From me, either,” Becca said chipperly. “I have a few little friends who are looking for a mommy. Maybe you’d like to meet one of them. She’s a bigger girl and she makes me laugh every time we talk.”
“A good sense of humor is essential,” Alyssa nodded. “I’d appreciate an introduction, Becca, but I don’t want to impose.”
“It’s not an imposition. Maybe we can have a blind date later.”
Alyssa finished her drink and smiled. “I’d like that. I should be getting home.”
“Did you drive here?” Elaine asked.
“I did,” Alyssa said.
“Then you should stay and sober up for a bit. If you need to, you can spend the night.”
The next morning, Alyssa rapped on Becca and Elaine’s bedroom door. “Sorry to be a nuisance, but can one of you give me a jump? My batterie’s dead.”
Elaine rolled over and softly nudged Becca. “Go be a mechanic, Babygirl. Mommy’s got a hangover.”
Becca kissed her slumbering Mommy’s cheek and got dressed in her jean shorts and a plaid shirt from the dirty clothes pile in a hurry. She had to admit, even if it was a simple battery jump, she was excited to get under the hood of Alyssa’s car, thinking, Sometimes the universe gives me exactly what I need when I need it. Isn’t that nice?
Two hours later and a trip to the parts store, Becca had replaced Alyssa’s alternator belt and walked in the house covered in grease. Elaine was sitting on the couch reading a book. Becca walked to the bureau in their entryway and opened it. Inside was her mother’s wedding ring.
She approached Elaine where she sat and got down on her knees.
“Mommy, I guess it’s my turn to ask you a serious question…”
“What is it, Babygirl?” Elaine asked, closing and finishing her book.
“Will you marry me?” Becca asked, her voice trembling. She lifted the ring box, the modest diamond on a gold band gleamed with a fresh cleaning. “I know it’s not the best time to ask. I know I don’t look like a million bucks right now. But I’m a mechanic. This is how I will look for years to come. Will you be my wife?”
Elaine’s eyes sprang with tears. She got down on her knees and opened the drawer in the coffee table, the drawer Becca always thought was stuck, and opened it with finesse. She pulled out a silver band and held it in her palm. “It’s no diamond… but if you want one, we can certainly trade it in. If you like it, we can resize it. It was my father’s. He was a mechanic too.”
“I love it,” Becca said, stunned. “I can’t believe we were thinking the same thing.”
“Babygirl, haven’t you realized by now that we are usually on the same page?” Elaine said. She slid the loose band onto Becca’s ring finger. And then she looked Becca in the eye. “If you haven’t realized by now, my answer is yes. I will be your wife. There’s nothing in this world I’d like more than to be your wife.”
Becca squealed with happiness and slid the ring onto Elaine’s finger, then they kissed. Elaine wasn’t worried if she got a little dirty or stinky. Never had she felt luckier to have met the Mommy across the hall.
“I love you, Mommy.”
“I love you too, princess.”
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