UNCHARTED TERRITORY

Explosive Christmas!

I was almost there, biting my lower lip to stop me from moaning out loud when i heard a knock on my door. "Stacy, i need your help in the kitchen everyone will be here anytime."

"Fuck!"

"I'll be down in a minute mom." I called out

"You said that several minutes ago. Please come down now. I wont leave until you come out of that room. I get it, you broke up with that boy, whats his name again?" She continued banging on the door.

I sighed shook my head and took out the dildo that was deep inside me. Making a pop sound, with my juices dripping...while i was taking it towards my mouth, my mom banged on the door again. Ugh i slipped it under my covers. I put on a short and a pair of flip flops since i already had my top on, so i walked out.

"What mom?" I opened the door.

"You look ridiculous. Get over that boy he wasnt good for you anyway. Come help me in the kitchen. And fix your hair." She said stomping down the stairs.

I used the elastic band on my wrist to put my hair up following her to the kitchen. She was preparing lots and lots of food. Everyone in my family was visiting for Christmas. I couldn't be here if it wasn't for my ex breaking up with me yesterday. I hate meeting my brothers, they liked rubbing it to my face how they were successful and  what a looser i was in the family.

"Help me decorate the cookies. You've done it before dont tell me you dont know how." She commented as if reading my mind.

I huffed. I was super horny. Every time i'm ovulating, sex is always what's on my mind. I look at the carrots and wish i could shove them inside me right here in the kitchen. "Fuck!" I exclaim.

"What?" Mom looks back from washing the vegetables,  "its just frosting its nothing serious." She says going back to washing the vegetables.

I had my face covered in frosting. I thought it could be an excuse to go back and finish off what i had started in my room. I made some angry noises while i cleaned up my face with some napkins.

It's getting worse and worse with each and every cycle It's like I can't control my brain anymore, I find myself daydreaming any chance I get while laying in bed, thinking about all the many ways I want him to do me. Even after breaking up with him, i still want him. And now he'll remain to be the object of my fantasies.

While masturbating, i thought about being fucked by him in different scenerios. I'm super aroused, and the fabric of my blouse which is now rubbing on my poking nipples, the friction's making me wet even more, i aint wearing any bra i guess thats why. Mom hasn't even noticed, she could have insisted i wear one since people will be walking in any minute.

My clit is throbbing, i'm clenching my glutes and thighs just to stop that feeling but thats just making it worse!

I'm thinking about his long fingers toying with the hood of my clit, i'm all about passion, him snatching me from behind, trailing his fingers from my stomach to my ripe cherry, sneek his hands inside my pantys and play with my mound. Dropping my neck on his chest while he plants hot kisses on my neck, nibbling on the skin softly oh fuck, i just tore my lower lip from biting too hard.

"Stacy! Stacy?" Mom called

"Mmmh?" I look up and find her hands on her waist. She looked hot when mad.

"Whaat?" I said

"Get the door. Whats wrong with you?" She looked furious.

"Sorry, i just have alot on my mind. I shouldn't be making these cookies in the first place, look at them, they're coming out wrongly."  The door bell rang again. I ran towards the door. Licking the icing sugar on my fingers.