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Underneath the bed - 2010
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Pedro boys kissing
No commentary needed. Happy Monday y'all! 💋
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JFC WHAT DID I JUST READ??!!!
I'm dying!!!! 🥵🥵
call me mommy
summary: your boyfriend's mom has never liked you much. so who could've imagined her to be so... nice.
pairing: claudia flores x f!reader word count: 745 warnings:18+ content; no use of y/n (but a lot of nicknames) ; mommy kink, fingering; squirting, implied age gap
a/n: so, pedro as mrs. flores rotted my brain and i whipped this out at 4am, enjoy
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She didn’t know how exactly she had ended up on the kitchen table of her boyfriend’s mom, her legs spread wide open and the older woman’s thick fingers buried deep inside of her. All she did know was that the sounds echoing in the kitchen were borderline obscene, the wet squelch of her fingers driving in and out of her only drowned out slightly by their voices.
It was insane. Her own boyfriend’s mother was better at using her fingers than her boyfriend was.
Despite the fact that it had always seemed like Mrs. Flores hated her. No matter what she did, it never seemed to be enough for the older woman.
The wrong flowers, the wrong cookies, she wasn’t dressed nicely enough or she was dressed too nice. It went on and on, making her dread coming over every damn time.
But all that didn’t seem to matter right now, the woman curling her fingers in a way that made her cry out. Only to be shut up with a rough kiss, smudging the pink lipstick all over her own lips, her beard scratching her face.
Muttering something in Spanish that she didn’t understand, but it made her pussy clench around the thick fingers anyways. Something that didn’t go unnoticed by Mrs. Flores, smiling into the kiss and curling her fingers up again.
So damn close, so much faster and feeling so much better than Luis ever made her feel. Fuck, how could she look his mother in the eye ever again after this?
How could she look him in the eye ever again?
The fingers had her delirious, knowing exactly where to touch her to draw out her weak moans and pants, her own fingers curling into the rough surface of the kitchen table she was trying to hold herself upright on.
“Oh- Fuck, I’m gonna-” She moaned, looking down at the fingers pumping in and out of her at a rapid pace.
Suddenly her chin was lifted by two fingers, making her look into the older woman’s face, just inches away from her own. A sweet smile on her face, crinkling the corners of her eyes behind those glasses of hers. Holding a certain intensity to them.
“No swearing in my house.” Claudia said almost too calmly, repeatedly stroking that spongy spot inside her that would have her falling apart too soon. “Not even that you can do right. Are you even good enough for my fingers, cariño?”
A whimper left her, too damn turned on by what was happening.
Her mind was swimming, like she was floating on a cloud.
“Sorry, mommy.”
It had just slipped out, surprising herself but somehow liking how the word felt on her tongue. And Mrs. Flores seemed to like it, too, smiling and pressing her thumb against her clit, making her see stars as her orgasm crashed into her.
Again.
How fucked up was it that her own boyfriend’s mom was better at this than he was?
Fuck, she even made her squirt. All over the damn kitchen table and floor.
Legs trembling with the intensity of it all, the wet dribble leaving her embarrassed.
Claudia pushed her through until the last waves were ebbing off, leaving her twitching from the aftershocks, spent but satisfied.
Slowly Mrs. Flores pulled her fingers out, actually seeming somewhat impressed by the mess her cariño had caused.
And the name? Mommy?
Maybe all it took to get this girl on the right track was a bit of correction and reward from her.
“¿Te gusta llamarme mommy?” Claudia asked, holding up her glistening fingers to the younger woman’s lips, raising a brow at her.
You like calling me mommy?
The blush on her face told her everything she needed to know, watching how she sucked her fingers clean, keeping the eye contact.
There was something incredibly hot about all of this, something she hadn’t even known she wanted before all of this had even happened. It definitely made her pussy throb, needing more of this.
“Maybe you need mommy to take care of you?” Claudia said, brushing some hair out of the younger woman’s face. “¿Mi buena niña?”
The whimper that left her was something she couldn’t have stopped even if she had wanted to.
Licking her lips and nodding, her eyes still hungry.
Oh, she would do anything for Mrs. Flores if it meant she could experience this again.
The next family dinner would be very fucking awkward, though.
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