Edging Erotic Flash Fiction

How long now? How many edges? She didn’t know. At this point she couldn’t even remember her name. The only thing that mattered is she must not cum.

“Twenty Five.” Mommy said, her voice husky with excitement.

Yes, that was it, twenty-five edges, but she mustn’t cum. Not yet. Not till Mommy said. She spread her legs wider, so far past caring who could see this display. Every muscle in her body screamed for the release of orgasm, but she knew she must not cum.

The wand buzzed against her pussy and her toes curled as she fought to hold back. How long could she keep this up? How many edges would she do for Mommy before she couldn’t take it anymore?…

The chatroom was Kathy’s downfall.

She unraveled slowly, but the chatroom remained at the center. Of course porn wasn’t new to Kathy, it was everywhere on the internet after all. As she got older she found herself more and more drawn to it. At first just curious and then her imagination taking hold as she looked at the salacious images. What was behind the picture? What was the woman thinking? Her mind started to fill in the blanks as her fingers slid between her legs…