Thanksgiving 2024
Brissa
“Stuff it inside, fuckface,” Joaquin groans as Tonio stuffs the turkey full of thyme and sage. I don’t know why they decided to oversee Thanksgiving dinner this year. They also informed us that they “needed” to be naked for the occasion, well, with an apron added, of course.
When our parents told us that they were going to Mexico to scatter my abuelo’s ashes near his childhood home for Thanksgiving, we wanted to go with them, but the guys and Lena had basketball practice.
Clara and I insisted we go with them and leave the twins and Lena behind, but my mama said it was best to stay in our apartment.
Being stuck here was the much better option when I woke up Thanksgiving morning to Clara sliding an ice cube up and down my clit, causing shivers up and down my spine.
The way she held my thighs down and encased them around her head like earmuffs made me buck from my position on the bed.
She caught my eye, and I could see the twinkle in hers, along with a menacing smile.
I knew she was going to eat me like I was her personal Thanksgiving meal.
“Stop fighting, boys. Is that why you wanted to cook? So y’all could be fighting?
” Lena asks from her seat on the couch. She is wearing a turkey onesie with a back flap for easy access.
The top buttons are unfastened, revealing her tanned skin.
She is definitely in the mood, and not just for the holiday festivities.
“No, Mommy. We’re sorry, mistress. We promise to behave,” Joaquin purrs, jutting his bottom lip out and flashing his eyelashes in the cutest puppy dog face. I swear he thinks he can get away with anything. Like Mommy Lena will let that happen.
Right on queue, she says, “You know that doesn’t work on me.
Either we work together, or I’ll have to march over there and set you straight, which we both know you aren’t.
” I slap my hand to my mouth, trying to suppress my laugh, and Clara nudges my shoulder to stop.
Immediately catching myself, I straighten out, but it’s too late.
Mommy notices, and she lifts her eyebrow and says, “Did you just laugh, baby?”
Stunned, I don’t move from my position, and Lena takes that as an admission of guilt because she pounces on me, situating herself on my lap.
She grabs my throat tightly, and I gasp at her startling response.
My eyes widen as she stays put for what feels like an hour.
Finally, she leans in like she’s going to kiss me, but at the last second, she turns her head and licks up my cheek.
“Get up and follow me to our room. It looks like someone needs to get punished for thinking they can laugh when I’m being serious.
” She lifts her body and walks toward the girls’ room as everyone stares in awe at what just happened.
Clara grabs my hand, stopping me as I follow Lena.
Her face beams with an eager smile, and my face mirrors hers.
We all know Lena’s punishments are much more pleasurable than torture.
“Have fun, Corazón . Maybe the boys and I can join after they put that stuffed turkey in the oven,” Clara whispers, winking.
I giggle and hurriedly continue behind Lena.
Opening the door, Lena places her trusty black strap-on, a light blue jeweled anal plug, and a pink heart-shaped spanking paddle on the bed.
Chills run up and down my body in anticipation of what will happen.
“Take off your shirt and your panties and lie on the bed on all fours, Mamita .” I move quickly and erratically remove Tonio’s basketball practice shirt, which fits me like a dress.
Spreading wide, I bend at the waist and see Lena staring hungrily at my peach.
I slowly remove my already-soaked baby pink thong, ball it up in my hand, and hold it out for her to take.
She lifts an eyebrow and snatches my thong from my hands.
“Good girl, baby. Now, get your sweet ass on the bed,” Lena commands, lifting my panties to her nose and inhaling my scent.
Fuck, that’s so hot, I’m leaking.
I situate myself on the bed with my ass in the air and my arms underneath the pillows, waiting to endure the delicious torture that she’s going to unleash. Lena always knows just the amount of pain I can take.
“Mmm, looking at this beautiful, sweet ass,” Lena says, running her hands up and down my ass, imprinting her fingers all over me. I love wearing the marks of her and the others all over my body. It makes me feel so empowered and sexy that I have four people who know and love me so much to claim me.
“I’m sorry, Mommy. I didn’t mean to laugh,” I tease, hoping to start my punishment already. She lightly slides the paddle across my cheeks, making me squirm against the mattress.
“You didn’t mean to laugh, huh? I think you do this shit on purpose, baby. You want to get punished. You need it, don’t you?”
“Yes, Mistress. Yes, I need it. Please.”
“Please, what, baby?”
“Please, punish me. Mark my ass. Hurt me,” I plead, moving my ass against the paddle. My arousal fills the room as it drips down my legs, and Lena finally gives in with one swat on my right cheek. I gasp and revel in the glorious pain she gives me.
“Is that what you needed, baby? Because Mommy has so much more where that came from. I’m going to leave you dripping and begging to come. But listen here, Mamita , you will not come unless I say so. Understand?”
Holy fuck.
If I weren’t already creaming, I would be now. She is so goddamn sexy when she takes charge and edges me.
“Yes. I promise. I won’t come until you tell me to.
” Lena takes her finger and slides it along my slit, collecting my essence.
I hear the slurping sounds of her sucking her fingers, and I writhe against the bedsheet.
My pebbled nipples against the sheet cause me to let out an intense moan straight from the depths of my soul.
“That’s it, baby. Let it out. Let it all out for Mommy,” Lena chuckles as she slides the paddle across and spanks my left cheek.
I lose my breath for a minute, trying to figure out where the hell I am with the out-of-body experience that just occurred, and I don’t register Lena’s movements.
She grabs the lube, and I hear the sound of the cap opening, and she squirts a dollop onto her fingers.
Up and down, Lena moves her fingers against my slit up to my puckered hole.
“Oh, fuck. Mommy, yes.” Lena continues her perusal as she lifts the paddle and cracks it against my right cheek. I squeal from the unbearably delightful torment, writhing and dripping for her to make me come.
“You look so fucking good with those red heart-shaped marks branding your ass. You’re mine, Mamita .
Don’t you ever forget it, you hear me?” Lena declares, throwing the paddle on the bed and rubbing her hand all over the swell of my ass.
She doesn’t let up filling my hole, and the overwhelming feeling causes me to clench around her fingers.
“Please. I need to come. Please.”
“I warned you. I knew you were going to beg me to let you come. But guess what? You’re not coming yet. Mommy’s going to play with you a little longer,” Lena says, chuckling.
Fuckkk. I knew what I was getting myself into, but Lena’s taking it to a new level.
* * *
Lena
Brissa fucked around and found out what testing me gets her. But my baby doesn’t care. She loves the torture, the pain, and the elevating feeling she gets from my punishment, and I am so in love with her for it.
“Mmm, look at this ass,” I say, palming her peach with my left hand and giving it a nice slap.
“Mommy. I need more. Please.”
“I love it when you beg. Take a deep breath in for me.” She breathes in, and as she exhales her breath, I push the lubed-up plug inside her tight ass. Brissa gasps and relaxes her breathing, clenching around the jeweled plug.
“Oh, fuck. Yes!”
“That’s it. You’re such a good little slut, aren’t you?”
“Yes, Mistress. I’m your good little slut.
” Brissa moans louder when I carefully insert the plug further inside and stuff her full.
Removing my hand from the inserted jewel, I swat her ass hard with my hand, sending her flying forward deeper into the mattress.
I know just what she’s feeling. A shock to her system, and she’ll be begging to let her come so soon.
“Do you promise to behave, baby? Promise me, and I’ll let you come,” I order, grabbing her by the hair and pulling back to see her face. Her eyes are glazed and filled with the unbridled need to be pushed over the edge.
“Yes. Yes, I promise to behave, Mistress. Please, make me come. Please, I’m begging you,” she begs. I loosen my grip on her hair, and she falls forward gracefully onto the mattress. Then, I position myself behind her perfect, glistening cunt and feast on the first meal I’ll be eating today.
“Oh, fuck. Yes,” Brissa screams. I revel in her screams and spear my tongue in her dripping pussy.
In and out on repeat, the squelching of her juices resounds throughout the room.
I take my fingers and move them in circular motions against her engorged clit, and she lets out a mirage of magnificent screams and moans. Fuck, that’s so fucking hot.
“That’s it. Let it out. Scream for me,” I mumble, my face still plastered against her cunt.
“I’m coming. Oh, fuck. Yes, right there.” Brissa moves her hips up and down, riding my face to her climax.
“Oh my god, yes! Mommy!” Brissa drenches my face, and I relish in her sweet juices.
I remove myself from her cunt, and her sweet flavor makes my eyes roll to the back of my head.
I’m in heaven. I love that I get to do this with the woman I love whenever I want.
My naughty little girl is always in the mood, and I can’t get enough of it.