I wish my kid would go the fuck to sleep. I love him to death, but mommy has needs. Late night, alone with me, myself and I, between the sheets needs. Fuck it. "Alright bubbie, mommy's gonna take a shower. I'll be quick ok?" I shout from the bathroom.
I hear a faint yes and close the door locking it. I have 30 minutes tops before I have to worry about him accidentally burning the house down.
I strip and step into the shower, letting the hot water pelt against my skin. One of my hands goes to knead my breast as I tease and tug at my nipple. The slight pain arousing me even more.
My other hand trails down my stomach, my fingers swiping through the folds of my pussy before circling my thumb around my clit. I plunge two fingers inside of myself, moaning at the feeling of my pussy being filled.
I honestly haven't been in the 'mood' in a long time, but things are changing. I find myself thinking about Billie more often lately, more specifically this very moment. I'm imagining her hand is the one teasing my nipples, her mouth sucking on my clit as her fingers fuck my pussy into submission.
I brace my hand against the tiled shower wall as I near the edge or my orgasm. "Fuck." I mutter under my breath. I curl my fingers hitting my spot repeatedly which soon sends a wave of ecstatic pleasure surging through my body as my walls tighten around my fingers. I moan softly as I hit and ride out my high, trying not to alert my son playing in his room.
Mission: Self Care - Accomplished.
I finish up my shower and wrap a towel around my body before quickly heading to my room. I shrug on a baggy t-shirt and a pair of flannel shorts, seconds later Blake busts through the door and jumps on my bed a babbling jumble of words. He always gets super hyper before he crashes from a busy day.
I run a brush through my hair before braiding it. The cacophony of sound behind me dies down and I turn to see little man passed out in the middle of my bed, cute little snores escaping his mouth. I turn out the lights and crawl into bed pulling Blake's small body against mine. This tiny human is the most important person in my life and I love every minute of being his mom. I run my fingers through his hair as my eyelids grow heavy.
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My nose.
Why is there something in my nose?
Why is it wiggling?
"Blake why is your finger in my nose?" I ask him without even opening my eyes.
"You we're making noises with your nose and I thought you might have had a boogie in there." he says apparently thinking he was helping.
I turn onto my back swatting his hand away laughing, "Bubbie that's super gross!"
"Wait come back, I didn't get it!" he attempts to crawl on me, his knee digging into my hip bone.
"No no no. Stop trying to dig for gold in my nose bubbie. Mommy has to get up and go to a few meetings today, do you wanna play with Ronin today?" I ask him.
He thinks for a minute and shakes his head, "I wanna play with Bee."
Oh. He wants Billie.
"Ok bub, I'll ask her." I tell him as I pull out my phone.
H
-hey I have a few meetings today, Blake wanted to spend the day with you. It's totally cool if you don't want to or can't-
Billie
-I'd love to-
-what time?-
H
-can you be here in an hour?-
-I'll feed you-
Billie
-see you soon-
I toss my phone on the bed. "Good news bubbie, Billie is coming over and I'm making French toast for breakfast." I tell him as I make my way to the kitchen. I hear his little feet padding behind me.
Just as I'm finishing up plating breakfast I hear a knock at the door. I open the door to reveal a smiling Billie, holding a massive box of legos.
"I swear to you, that if I so much as step on one of those I will make you walk across a bed of those in bare feet..." I say with a glare before letting her in. "Breakfast is on the table. Do me a favor and cut Blake's up while I get dressed."
She gives me a quick nod and I make a dash for my room. I take my hair out of the braids I had put them into the night before and tousle my hair. Looks decent, I'm rolling with it. Dress shirt, check. Slacks, check. Shoes, check. Dazzling personality, not so much. The alarm on phone interrupts my thoughts.
Shit. I have to go.
I grab my keys and phone before kissing the top of Blake's head while he eats breakfast. "Alright bubbie, mommy has to go but I'll be back in a couple hours. Be good for Billie ok?" I tell him before looking at her. Her eyes look like they're about to pop out of her head, "Call me if you need anything." I tell her as I leave.
LA traffic can suck my left tit. I finally made it to my studio with seconds to spare. Interviewing for a temporary internship is literal hell. I can go without a publicist, I've done it before. I just don't want to, my son needs me. I call the first person in, "Jackson! Please come in!"
Just as I thought my day was going good, the universe is trying to kill me. I see the person standing before me, "You have got to be joking..."
a/n: so one of my favorite foods is Mexican food, straight up has to settle for the Americanized version of it because I hadn't had it in 4 months... I cannot tell you the joy that I had not only today, but yesterday as well (completely unrelated to food). Life is good rn.
Also who do we think walked in?? 👀😬🤭🤔
I love you bubbies 💕❤️
