Chapter 27

Mandi didn't knowwhat had come over her, but whatever it was, she liked it. She liked this bolder side of herself who wasn't scared of so many things.

Maybe it was Mommy Amelia, maybe it was Rawhide Ranch, maybe it was just herself. No matter what, she determined that this attitude was here to stay.

It was invigorating.

She stood, emboldened by the desire in Mommy Amelia's eyes, and in the flickering light of the fireplace, Mandi started to undress.

She'd never done something like this before, but the way Mommy Amelia's gaze followed her, hungry for each inch that was revealed… well, it was everything. She could feel the excitement thrumming through her veins, threatening to send her off-kilter, dizzily into Mommy's arms, but still Mandi continued on.

Her top was discarded first, then her trousers, and then the cute frilly bra and panties set that she had on beneath, until nothing but the flamelight touched her skin.

Mommy slipped off the couch and crawled on her knees toward Mandi. "My darling, beautiful girl. Look at you."

And Mandi did. She looked down and fully luxuriated in all the softness of her curves, the fullness of her hips and belly and tush. Breasts that moved heavily, skin that dimpled when touched, and touch it Mommy Amelia did.

She took Mandi by the tush and pulled her close until Mommy Amelia's nose was nudging at Mandi's curls.

"Open your legs for me, princess, and let me take a walk inside your garden."

Trembling, ever so slightly, Mandi shuffled her feet apart and then moaned when Mommy Amelia parted her curls with her fingers, stroking her own slick desire up a path to her clit.

She could feel it, throbbing, wanting to be touched, wanting to be stroked and coaxed forward into the pleasure of a warm mouth, but instead Mommy Amelia danced around it, gently blowing until Mandi wanted to scream in frustration.

"Please, Mommy, I need you to touch me."

"But I am touching you, princess." A single finger traced her outside lips. "See? Touching."

"But… but… not there!"

"Not there? You want me to touch you somewhere else?"

"You know where I want you to touch me!"

"Now, now," said Mommy Amelia, "I seem to remember someone telling me to use my words. I think turnabout is fair play, especially for someone who so brazenly and beautifully stripped for me in front of this fire."

Mandi flushed. Using her words was hard, harder than stripping for her Mommy, but she could do it. "Please, can you touch my clit, Mommy?"

One thumb came to rest atop her clit.

She looked down, past her softness, to where Mommy Amelia's face was resting on her belly, looking up at her. "I'm going to have to spell it out, aren't I, Mommy?"

"In excruciating detail, my dear."

Mandi took a deep breath. "Please, Mommy, I want to feel your fingers teasing my clit, and then your tongue, and then your mouth. I want to feel good, the way only you can make me feel. I want to come apart for you, because I know you'll help me piece the pieces back together. I want to come for you, Mommy, to show you how much I trust you with myself."

And then all her words were stolen because Mommy Amelia had buried her face in Mandi's cunt, and was licking and teasing and sucking, almost all at once—if such a thing was even possible.

She brought Mandi to the edge, over and over, never once letting her crest the wave. Instead, she'd pull back each time, until Mandi begged her for more, begged and pleaded and keened for her climax.

"Come, darling," Mommy Amelia said, urging Mandi down into her lap, "sit here and feel good."

Without urging, Mandi found herself riding Mommy Amelia's hand, rising up and then lowering herself onto fingers that made her feel impossibly full.

"You're going to ride my hand, sweet girl, while I play with your clit. And when I decide it's time, when I know you cannot take anymore, I'm going to take you there. Yes?"

"Yes, Mommy," she gasped out, her head falling backward as she rode more and more vigorously. "Please, Mommy."

"It's okay, darling," guided Mommy Amelia. "I know you can take more, I know you can hold out for me, wait for me until I'm ready to let you come."

Every cell was desperate for release, her entire body taut with longing. Held there, quivering, waiting, waiting until Mommy Amelia kissed her fiercely and then whispered in her ear, "Come for me, princess, come for the Mommy who loves you."

And Mandi came.