Knock of Mistakes

"S-stop" I whisper, as Jason, my new boyfriend keeps on fingering me while we are in a fancy restaurant. "What? Louder, I can't hear you" he replied with a freaking smirk. I start to feel that I am really close. I don't know what to do, I close my legs as I feel it coming close but this freaking man stops. "Why? I am so close?" I whisper angrily. "We're in a restaurant, coming here is prohibited." "And fingering me is not?" I snapped at him. "Your words, young lady. Don't forget that I'm your dad." he whispered, before smiling as the waiter came to our table to serve our food. "Have a great dinner ma'am and sir" the waiter says before leaving our table. I glare at him, as I feel my wetness flowing and soaking my panties. How can he do this? I want to finish this dinner quickly, and ride him in his car. I'll use his gift (vibrator) to play with my c**t as I ride him. I'll tie him, and enjoy every sperm that he has to fill and satisfy me. I'll do that, I definitely will. "Eat, you need a lot of strength" he meaningfully said, matching with an eye that looks at me with desire. Fuck! How can this man be so hot? It makes me want to finger myself right now, and show him my needy p***y. "Can I eat you, daddy?" I whisper seductively. "Later, darling. I'll let you do more than that" he whispered back, mocking the tone that I used to ask him. I roll my eyes, and focus on eating my food. Closing my legs to somehow stop feeling the need to finger f**k myself. "hmmm..fuck!" I moan as I ride my teddy bear with a dildo. "Ahh! Daddy! Yes! Yes!" chanting it as I imagine Jason, my ex, f*****g me. Imagining everything that happens in the car after that dinner. Dreaming about how he freaking plays with my c**t while driving. As he spit saliva before fingering me. And that's all I need to c*m. "f**k meeeeee" I moan as c*m is shaking my entire soul. Looks like I'm obsessed with Jason's d**k, or maybe it's because he's just too good. His performance is not really mid, he f**k like a beast with manners. He always takes his time, always making me wait. It always surprises me. He's the sweetest guy that I'm with. The last one before I change. This boring life is what I need to maintain to please my mom. She's very protective and strict. I want her and at the same time, I want her to go back to Italy. I'm enjoying my free life here, and she came to freaking treat me like a criminal. This house feels like a prison with love. As I crave for my mom's love, I still missed my life without her here. And speaking of the angel or devil, she's here to wake me up. "Sasha, breakfast is ready. Get up and eat with me" "Coming!" I shout. Looking at myself right now, I looked like a slut who's waiting for a man to enter her p***y after fingering herself. I laughed, and scolded myself for having such a thought. After cleaning, I eat breakfast with mom "Dear, it's been a year since Pedro died. How are you now?" she asked out of nowhere. Pedro is my dad. He died in an airplane crash. After that incident, mom left to work in Italy. She said that it is to support me but I know that it is her way to heal. As every room and corner of this house will remind her of dad. That happened when I was 14 years old. At that age, I already love independence. And my mom knows that, she left me here, a 14 years old to live alone in this big mansion. "I'm already a fine mom. What about you?" I replied nonchalantly. I am really fine now. My dad's death surprised me but because of what my mom did, I don't have the time to mourn. Two weeks after that, mom left to work immediately. I don't have the heart to stop her. I see how she cries everyday, that's more traumatizing than dad's death. "I'm also fine. I can now be here in this house without crying after remembering him. Is this the thing they call fully healed?" she asks happily. "I think so, congrats mom." I replied sarcastically. "Dear, what do you think of having a new dad?" she asks, looking at me with fear.