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It all started like many stories shouldn’t – on a Reddit thread. Kara had been scrolling through her feed, laughing at videos of puppies and ogling photos of delicious looking hamburgers when a post came up that caught her attention. It was a picture of Supergirl wearing her skirt next to a picture of her wearing her new pants. The caption simply read, Thoughts?.
Now, Kara was usually one to try and stay away from these kinds of discussions – they tended to consist of too-crude comments about her appearance and so many men would just get gross about it. Not here, though. It seemed a legion of raging lesbians were fervently gushing over the new changes to her supersuit. Of course, some of the comments were filthy…but not in the way Kara is used to seeing. No, these were thirsty. Was it problematic? Eh, maybe. But it was kind of flattering and Kara got lost in the comments, her cheeks bright red.
Even in the safety of her apartment – in her room, alone – she found herself dimming the phone screen and holding it closer as if someone might lean over and see the absolute debauchery taking written form.
And this is where the story takes its first turn.
Here, scrolling on and on and on through what seemed like endless comments, Kara found a link. A link to a certain website with an orange and black logo. Kara read the text preceding the link: just imagine if Supergirl I- 🥵 😳 😜. That was it. No other context.
She shouldn’t click on the link. She knows she shouldn’t click on the link but it’s just so tempting. Her finger hovers above the text on the screen, chewing on her bottom lip. She decides to scroll on, not making it very far before she finds her mind drifting back. Statistics would say that the video is NOT likely to be something Kara wants to see. And yet. To be fair, the username of the commenter was lesbrat003. Surely the video couldn’t be all that bad? Right?
Scrolling back up makes her skin tingle and palms sweat. With a trembling finger, Kara taps the screen.
She holds her breath, waiting for the site to load.
It takes entirely too long.
Just seeing the ads bannering the video make her blush a vibrant crimson, ears warming as she averts her gaze and expands the video window to take up the whole screen. When the video finally loads there’s…nothing. Something must be wrong. The screen is black.
Kara taps on the screen, her brow furrowing when she sees the seconds ticking. The volume is up. Bluetooth is off.
“Hello, Darling.”
Kara nearly flies off the bed, her phone dropped and smacking her in the face as adrenaline sends and electrical shock down her arms. The audio continues, even as Kara scrambles to pick up the phone and smooth out her blankets.
“Look at you, waiting so patiently for Mommy.”
Kara’s brain tries to short-circuit. Maybe it actually does. All she knows is that before she can even fully wrap her mind around what was said, more words are steaming from the black screen.
“Be a good girl and let me see all of you,” there’s a pause, the silence drowned out by the thundering of Kara’s heart in her ears, “There you go, baby. Mommy doesn’t want any of that pesky clothing getting in our way tonight.”
Whoever this is – whatever goddess is making explicit audios for online consumption – has Kara’s full attention. Her voice is melodic and raspy, stirring something low in the blonde’s belly. The confidence and authority lacing her tone hold a command over Kara that she would have never thought possible. She can feel heat making its way from her face down her neck and across her chest, flipping a switch unknown until this moment.
The artist – because by what other name could Kara call this woman? – continued.
“Don’t be shy, Darling, I’m just going to reposition you,” the woman lets out a soft, low moan, “just like that, knees apart.”
A second pulse drums its demanding beat between her thighs and she feels compelled to go along, to let her legs fall open. Kara is completely consumed with imagery of this anonymous Mommy. In an instant Kara is pausing the video, nervously searching for an account photo. She finds the icon, small on her phone but still enough to make her mouth water. She clicks on the profile, jaw dropping when the page loads.
Audios by Mommy L.
The CEO of Mommy Domme audios and content
Her photo is cropped to not show her face, but oh it is more than enough. The picture was taken from a low angle, giving the appearance of one looking up at her (Jesus, Kara could only imagine sitting on the knees in front of this woman!). She sits in a formidable looking chair, legs crossed and hands resting on the arms of the chair. Rings adorn her long, slender fingers and draw Kara’s eyes. She wears a deep red suit and heels, the jacket open to reveal a lacy bra and crisscrossing black leather straps. It’s altogether the picture of erotic command and power; dominance in perfect feminine form.
She has several videos – audios, really – all with plain black backgrounds. Kara scrolls through them, mouth agape at the titles. Things like Mommy Fucks You With Her Strap, Mommy Comes Watching You Touch Yourself, and Mommy Fingers Your Pretty Little Pussy.
It’s…a lot.
Porn had never really been Kara’s thing. Hell, getting off wasn’t even something high on her list of things to do! But if Kara had known that this was what she was missing out on…. She chews her cheek, glancing at the desk where her headphones lie in wait. A split second later she’s quite literally flying across the room to grab the buds, fitting them into her ears. It takes her several seconds of sitting still and making a poor attempt to calm herself before she finds the courage to keep going. A calloused thumb taps on the video she’d been listening to, scarlet coloring the blonde’s cheeks as she hesitates to pull off her sleep shorts.
This time, the audio doesn’t startle her. Instead she’s lulled by the soft, stern words and sultry voice.
“Screw it,” Kara hastily pushes her shorts down to her knees and kicks them off, nestling back into the pillows in time to pick up where the audio left off.
“-Just like that, knees apart.” Kara’s mouth is dry and she’s embarrassed and Rao the earbuds might not have been the best choice. The woman’s voice feels too close to her ears, the sound as clear as if she were speaking the words right next to Kara. It feels entirely too intimate.
“Spread yourself for Mommy.” The demand is gentle. Kara bites her lip and does as told, letting her mind wander to the land of what if. She would feel silly if it weren’t for the distraction of an insistent, throbbing clit. “Oh, baby you’re soaked. Are you this wet just for me?” The woman gives a dark chuckle, “You’re gonna feel so good wrapped around Mommy’s fingers. You like it when Mommy teases you.”
Kara swallows. That wasn’t even a question. And Kara finds that she does like that.
The woman gives a soft sigh, the barest hint of a moan, and Kara shudders. “Can you feel my fingers, baby? Caressing you. Tracing around your beautiful little pussy.” Kara never stopped blushing, yet it somehow seemed to deepen. There was something about the soothing tone and explicit words that made her stomach swoop in the best kind of way. “Such a cute clit. I’ll bet it will look even better all engorged and sensitive,” the woman gives a deep, quiet moan this time and Kara feels like she might combust, “Mommy wants to taste you first, darling.”
Kara traces her fingers around her clit and labia, letting herself imagine it’s someone else. Mommy. (Rao, she never thought this would be something she was into!). There’s the sound of shuffling, of fabric on fabric, then a wet sound. A filthy, mouth-watering wet sound followed by a moan that makes Kara’s clit pulse.
“Fuck, baby you taste so good.” Kara rubs her fingers in small circles around her clit, picturing Mommy’s tongue lapping against her, creating the sounds in the video. She’s ashamed to admit how effective it all is. With every squelch and sultry groan from Mommy, Kara is rapidly pushed closer and closer to the edge. Her fingers work faster and faster, sometimes letting them vibrate against the sensitive nerves.
“You’re so close, aren’t you darling? Don’t worry, Mommy knows what you need.” She lets out a low, almost sadistic laugh before she continues, “Be a good girl and beg Mommy for her fingers.” Kara doesn’t. She’s too reserved for that; aware that it is only her in her room listening to a pre-recorded audio, but the implication…fuck she’s a goner. She begs in her mind.
“Oh,” the woman tsks, “you can do better than that, darling. Don’t you want to be good for Mommy? Go on, baby,” her voice shifts with an almost venomous undertone, “beg for me.”
Kara whimpers, mumbling out a soft please as her sheets are ruined.
“Good girl,” the words are slow and drawn out and it has Kara arching off the bed into her own touch. “Mommy’s just going to give you one to start with. If you behave you can have more.” There’s a small pause, only a breath, before, “Darling your pussy is so eager, taking my finger like it’s nothing. You’re being so good. My good girl.”
Kara gasps as she pushes a finger into herself, finding Mommy was completely right. She’s soaked and the one finger feels like nothing. The wet sounds coming through the ear buds are louder, and at the edges of Kara’s mind she wanders what is making the sound. Was it faked? Was Mommy actually fingering someone? Rao what if she was fingering herself?! Somehow that thought is even more of a turn on.
“You’re being such a good girl, darling. Opening up for Mommy.” The praise makes Kara’s breath stutter. “I think you've earned more. You can have two now, baby.” Kara’s hand mimics the words in the audio. "Can you feel me filling you up? Making you so full. Making you feel Mommy’s love.”
“Fuck!” Kara gasps, hips bucking.
The wet sounds slowly tick up in pace, and Kara follows suit. Mommy moans, truly and fully. It’s a beautiful sound. A glorious sound. Her breathing picks up, rough and ragged in Kara’s ear. And Kara can almost feel it – feel Mommy leaning over her, moaning and sighing right next to her, her fingers plunging in and out at near inhuman speeds.
“Are you going to be a good girl and take another finger?” Her voice is now higher, arousal painting her words. “Mommy knows you can take it. Be a good girl and take it for Mommy.” The woman gives a small grunt, “That’s it. That’s it, baby- fuck you look so good, so good for Mommy,” her words are rushed and desperate, matching Kara’s own urgency. “Look at you baby, taking Mommy so good.”
Kara keens, pushing a third finger in and frantically rubbing her clit. It’s all too much, but just enough. It’s overwhelming and perfect and it’s all she can do not to scream as she finally comes.
The sensation of rushes out from between her legs, rising to the top of head to the tips of her fingers. She’s gasping and maybe crying but can’t bring herself to care. Her eyes squeeze shut and she clenches around the three fingers shoved deep between her legs. Her thighs are shaking so badly she knows she won't be able to stand for quite some time. It’s entirely unlike anything she’s ever experienced.
And It takes several long minutes to come down, slowly returning to herself in the aftershocks.
At some point an ear bud had fallen out, but the audio continued. Mommy was still talking, softly murmuring praises. The video had another minute or so to go, but Kara was done. Exhausted and finally catching her breath. Satisfied.
After changing clothes and cleaning up, Kara finds herself quickly, and with heavy eyelids, craving a good night’s rest.
She sleeps better than she has in ages.