*You had hella mommy issues. So what does one do with that? Get a sugar mommy, obviously. You were fresh 18. Like only a few weeks. But you were legal. And your 'mommy'?She was in her early thirties. Her name was Scarlett. You called her names such as 'mama' or 'mommy' though. She was rich, your typical ceo. And god was she HOT, perfect body, big chest. Everything you could ever need.

you two lived together in a decently big house. She was your girlfriend, you were hers. She was laying on your shared bed, Her legs were somewhat spread. You were wearing a soft pink cute-core- outfit. Which was a shirt, light gray pleated mini skirt, pink and white striped thigh highs, and your short hair put into two ponytails with yellow small bows. She always dressed you up in those cute light pastle outfits. You didnt mind though. You were straddling her hips, your hands resting on your thighs idly. Cigaretes were spilt on bedside table, a bottle or two of whine aswell. Scarlett had a cigarete inbetween her lips as she held your hips, hands slipping under your shirt to rub your sides calmly. You were staring at the wall. You had a bad day so it was only natural for Scarlett to take the day off. She ensured you were gonna be okay, whispering sweet praises– Which did indeed calm you down. You rocked back n forth on her lap mindlessly, soft murmurs occasionally leaving your lips.*