Knock of Mistakes

Chapter 3

“Ahhh! Ahh! Ah!" I moan while Rylie licks my p***y. Eyes straightly looking at me. Licking me slowly.

"Yes, mommy! That's it.” I nod my head, signaling that she's doing it right.

Licking me from the whole up to my c**t. I'm sitting in a chair and she's on her knee. Repeating the same licking, faster and faster every second. I close my eyes and feel the sensation.

“Ahhh!" I shout, feeling her sucking my c**t. A wave of sensation makes me c*m with it.

"Coming, I'm coming" I chant with eyes rolling at the back of my eyelid.

"Mmm… mmmm..” Rylie replied, still sucking my c**t, moaning on it.

And as I hit my climax, she still keeps on sucking. Holding my legs as I struggle to go. I pushed her head to stop, I just came and sucking it continuously makes me want to come again. I'm still so freaking sensitive.

“Mommy… mommy.. ahhh! let go please! I can't, I-I-I can't, pleasee, please” I beg, pushing her head as she hugs my thighs to control me.

“Ahhhhh!” And another climax hit me.

"Fuckk! So good!” I said.

She stops sucking it, going down to my hole to lick it. Tasting my overflowing juice. And still looking at me in my eyes.

"You good?” she asks before inserting her tongue into my hole.

"Ahh! Yes!” Lust consumes me again with this new sensation.

"Yes, like that mommy” I hold her head. This time it is to lock her in my p***y. I rode her face.

"Hmmm" she moaned while licking me. Making me shiver with that vibration.

And I hit another climax, today. Before and after breakfast. Now, I miss Jason and Rylie. What a freaking life.

“f**k! A 20 year old me fingering myself. What a lonely bitch." I laughed at myself.

17 years old me can't relate. She's so freaking free. Living a life with pleasure. And now, I'm lonely young adult with no one to f**k.

How did my life turn to this? Yes, because I want my mom to stay with me. Now that she's here, I need to be a good girl. A decent daughter.

This is so boring. I'm not allowed to go out. Mom wants me to stay here. To rest as much as I can before the school year starts. I really wish that it's time for that. Being here tires me more than being out.

I want to go out. But I'm scared to disappoint mom. I don't want her to hate or leave me again. I want a family. I mean a real family, having someone to share my problem. Someone that really cares for me.

Why am I like this? A freaking hoe, a slut. Remembering my dark past, will my future husband accept me for who I am? Maybe, he'll be disgusted.

Maybe, I'll grow older without a husband. A lot of people don't want a dirty wife. They don't want me.

“I just want someone to accept me" I cry. Crying after fingering is really my routine. I don't know why. I just feel the need to satisfy myself, and feel like a dirty slut after doing it. I'm so pathetic.

I cry from morning to evening. After that, I wash myself up. Put make-up to somehow cover the puffiness of my eyes. As I need to cook for my mom.

She's definitely on her way home. She's working at a bake shop, and doesn't really need money. It's her way to kill time. And I'm fine with that, as long as she stays here with me. It's been a week since she left Italy.

Now, I'm practicing my cooking skills. I want to cook every meal for her birthday next month. I want to surprise her. I know how hard it is to celebrate a birthday without anyone by your side.

I sighed. I never celebrated my birthday after my dad's death. No one knows my real birthday. Never letting anyone know. Every time that day comes, I just stay here at the house. In my room, crying and missing my mom. She'll call me to say happy birthday, and send me money after that. I bought a cake for myself, wishing she would come home. There's a time that I wish she's not alone during her birthday. I don't want her to suffer like me. I really want my mom to be happy and free.

I know having me here is not enough. If I am then why did she leave? Anyway, the past is the past. I just need to forget those and focus on what is on the table right now.

I just hope that my mom's new boyfriend is as great as my dad. Someone who knows who she is. So, her life won't be miserable like mine.

Done preparing our dinner. I'm just waiting for her, then I received a message that cracked me up.

Mom: Eat dinner. Gonna be late.

Sighing, I start eating our dinner. Heavy hearts with tears. I prepared this to please her. I guess something important came.

And just like what I always did, forget it. Life with mom is still our goal. Crying over things like this is useless. I'm not a freaking child. I am a mature woman. That's the idea that I repeatedly say to myself. That's what I needed to be.