Mommy’s Plaything

  • Posted on May 1, 2015 at 1:33 am

By JetBoy

My lover Sera and I are relaxing together after a very satisfying fuck in the dormitory room we share. Her strap-on cock rests on the end table, still glistening from a very intense workout inside my body.

She smiles winsomely and murmurs, “Hey, Kris… tell me about your mother again.”

“What about her?” I play it coy, lifting an eyebrow.

Sera scowls. “You know. Tell me about — about how it was. Between you and her.”

“Jesus,” I laugh. “You never get tired of hearing that, do you?” I glance at her breasts, still showing signs of the playful love bites I’d left on them.

Sera flashes me a bad-girl grin. “It gets me hot.” She slowly runs a hand up my thigh in a way that was clearly intended to stoke my passion all over again. It’s working, too.

I place a hand upon Sera’s, halting her in mid-stroke. “Sure, babe… I’ll tell the story, but please — stop doing that, or I’ll never make it to the end.”

She holds up both hands in surrender, smiling wryly. “Ho-kay… I’ll be good, promise.”

I lean in to kiss her luscious mouth, then whisper, “You can fuck me again when I’m done.”

Sera’s eyes seem to penetrate my soul. “Mmmm… bet I’ll totally want to fuck you by then, too.” She lies back, cupping her breasts.

I study her thoughtfully. “Remember when I first told you… about me and Mom?”

“Do I ever!” she grins. “I also remember how nervous you were.”

I nod. “That’s true. I’ve never told anyone about her, you know. I was scared that you might, well, freak out. Maybe even get pissed off at me.”

Sera laughs. “Not even close. Hell, I was so fucking turned on that I couldn’t get you naked fast enough.”

I gaze deep into her eyes. “So, after that night… did you ever imagine yourself making love to me, back when I was that young?”

She mulls her words for a long moment, then finally says, “Yeah… I kinda did. I don’t know, it’s not like I’m into little girls. But the thought of being with you, the same way your mom got to be… well, yeah, I admit it, that gets me excited.” She peers at me. “Does that seem creepy?”

“No,” I smile, placing a hand upon her thigh. “I love you for it.”

Sera’s face is dreamy with desire. She slips into my arms, and we kiss hungrily. Lost in my passion for her, I reach down to cup my lover’s ass, pressing my thigh between hers. She is already wet, ready for me.

But then she pushes me away, a determined look on her pixie-like face. “No, not yet. You have to tell me the story… then we fuck.”

I wince. “God, you are brutal.” Rolling onto my back, I sigh, “But I always do what you want, don’t I? Hell, I might as well be back at home with Mom.”

Sera licks her lips. “You love it, though.” She reaches out to take the tip of my breast between two fingers. “And you should know better than to talk back to me like that…”

Her fingers pinch my nipple hard, and I gasp, seeing stars. Jesus, I felt that right down to my clit. In fact, it had nearly been enough to make me come. That’s why I was so smitten by Sera — she could play my body like a virtuoso.

I stare at her, unable to speak, hoping that she would give my other nipple the same treatment.

Instead, she rolls onto her back, placing both hands behind her head. “Enough fun and games, baby… it’s story time.” Her voice is low and seductive, but something in Sera’s tone makes it clear — this time, she means to be obeyed. “C’mon, honeypie, tell me about your mother. How it was.”

So I tell her.


I’m sprawled across my bed, doing addition problems for school tomorrow. A seemingly typical third-grade girl, a few weeks away from her tenth birthday. I concentrate, then write a few numbers in my workbook. Eight and five makes thirteen, carry the one…

That’s when you walk into my room, wearing a white see-through nightgown. My homework is suddenly forgotten as I see the look in your eyes… that special look, the one that says Mommy’s in the mood for loving.

Slowly I rise to stand before you, heart hammering in my chest, the math book and my pencil falling to the floor.

Your eyes burn into mine as you take my hand, holding it for a moment, your thumbnail lightly scratching against my palm… then the breath is wrenched from me when, with a sudden hard tug, you pull me against your body, taking my gasping mouth in a kiss that quickly becomes hot, urgent.

I wrap trembling arms around your waist as you thrust a probing tongue between my lips, your stiffened nipples pressing against me through the gauzy material of the nightie… then you break away. Your lips, now moist from kissing, curl into a knowing smile.

“Hello, my sexy little angel… how are you?” you say softly, a fire banked deep in your eyes.

“Better… now that you’re here, Mommy,” I answer shyly.

You draw me to you for another probing kiss, all the while rubbing your full, round breasts against my flat chest. Your tongue explores my mouth as you reach down for the hem of my Strawberry Shortcake top, then pull it up and off, carelessly letting it drop. I feel your fingers brush my nipples, making them tingle. This magic you perform upon my little-girl body never fails to excite me, and I moan into our kiss.

You abruptly pull away, leaving me tottering on quivering legs as you stand before me… my strong, beautiful mother. Oh, Mommy, I adore you.

“Undress me, child,” you demand.

With shaking fingers I slip the straps of the nightie down over your shoulders, baring the creamy orbs of your breasts. You shrug the garment to the floor and step from it, leaving you nude but for a pair of black panties that are tied together at your right hip.

I reach for the string to undo the knot, but you stop me with a firm hand on my arm.

“Not yet,” you say. “Kiss my nipples first… lick them.” As you speak, you clutch the back of my head and pull me into you, drawing my face into the jasmine-scented warmth of your breasts.

There is no need for you to force me to pleasure you, as my mouth is already watering to taste your rosy nipples, yearning for the thrill of feeling them respond as I suckle them… but somehow your roughness always makes it better, makes me need you all the more.

I kiss wildly at the soft flesh of your breasts… then your grip relaxes, and I can now suck a taut nipple into my mouth, swirling my tongue in circles around the pink bud before I switch to the other, repeating the process. Then I run my tongue over the pert tips of your breasts one at a time, licking them with all the love in my heart.

Suddenly you push me roughly onto the bed. I lie there trembling, wanting you so badly I can taste the very need within me, tart and sharp.

With a knowing smile, you slide my shorts down and off to reveal tiny pink underpants, the ones you love to see me wear. Then stepping back, you undo the tie that fastens your panties and toss the skimpy garment to one side, leaving your body completely bare. A whimper escapes my lips at the sight of your naked beauty… and the lush thatch between your thighs that I worship.

Kneeling next to me, you slide your hand inside my panties, seeking my wetness… and finding it. Though I am still a little girl, you are always able to make me moist and sticky down there.

The tip of your finger slowly slides along the length of my babyish slit. I gasp from your touch, clutching my little hands into fists … and you slip that finger into my vagina as you climb on top of me, taking my lips in a crushing kiss. The weight of you upon me is exquisite. I suck at your tongue as it explores my mouth, my body rocking in time to that probing finger, now making little circles inside me.

I desperately wish you would go deeper into me, crave that with every atom of my being. But you are always careful to only penetrate me so far and no further, not wanting to break my hymen — something I didn’t even know I possessed until you described it to me. When I timidly asked you why it had to be that way, you only smiled and said, I’m saving that for your twelfth birthday, sweetheart.

As your finger wriggles about in my body, I imagine that longed-for day, a little more then two years from now. I know what fucking is, and how a man’s penis fits inside a woman… but for me it will be different, better. I have you, my wonderful, sexy mommy, to fuck me. You even have a penis of your own to wear, that I will take deep, deep inside my body. I shiver deliciously at the thought of it… my hips now moving in tempo with your finger as you work it in and out, in and out.

Then I whimper in sweet agony as you withdraw from me, delaying my pleasure. You bring the moist finger to my lips.

“Suck it,” you order… and I do so, loving the taste of me on you.

Rising to your feet, you murmur, “Good girl,” then reach for the waistband of my pretty pink panties, sliding them down my quivering legs… leaving me naked but for my socks.

Slowly, you kneel between my thighs and lightly kiss what you know is yours, fully aware of how excited I get when, without warning, you become gentle… and I wait for the hard, forceful loving that, sure as night follows day, is soon to come.

A tiny cry escapes me as your lips tenderly brush against my throbbing vulva… and then you suddenly claim my pussy with your mouth as if you wish to consume me whole, licking, nibbling and sucking at my bare slit. I buck my hips crazily in response, my breath hissing through clenched teeth, helpless from the pleasure you give me. I moan and squirm beneath you, my fists beating the bed as the sensations flickering through me grow in intensity.

In the midst of ecstasy my lips silently form the single syllable: cunt. You taught that word to me; it can’t be found in the Golden Books or Easy Readers that line my bookshelf… but the hard sound that names the warm, secret place between my thighs is a note of sweet music to my ears. I mouth the word again: cunt.

Your mouth glides up to the very top of my slit to take the tiny clitoris between your lips… that most mysterious part of me, the fleshy key that unlocks the magical place inside my body where all the nicest feelings are. I freeze, head thrown back, all but forgetting to inhale… then you nibble gently at the pink pearl.

An incandescent flash of white fire roars through my slight frame, and I can feel my back arch in response as an orgasm consumes me whole. “Oh Mommy yes! I’m c-coming!” I scream.

I am lost to you. My body is yours to command, and you take me over a rollercoaster of ecstasy that seems to wrench me this way and that. Every time the pleasure seems to diminish, a kiss or lick from your loving mouth has me gasping in renewed delight. Finally you raise your head from my sticky sex, licking your red, red lips. Through a blissful haze, I hear you laugh lightly at your conquest.

Lying down beside me, you pull me to you and kiss me roughly, letting me taste myself on your lips. My tongue emerges to circle your mouth. Finally you pull away, smiling at me in a significant way.

I know that look, know what it means… and I shiver in anticipation.

“My, my, what a little firecracker my daughter is,” you purr. Then your tone shifts, becoming hard. “But I didn’t give you permission to come, did I?”

I blush and look away. You grab my chin, forcing my face up to yours.

“Don’t look away from me,” you say, with that quiet, dangerous tone that makes me feel all trembly inside. “You know you’re my little plaything. My love toy, to do with as I see fit.” My heart races as I shakily nod my head. “Say it!” you snap.

“Yes, Mommy,” I say, voice thick with excitement, “I am your toy…”

“Good girl,” you say, reaching down to pinch my left nipple. I let out a moan of pain… or pleasure, it’s hard for me to say which.

“Turn over, my sweet, and lie over Mommy’s lap… she has to punish you now,” you murmur. I’m tingling from head to toe, thinking of what is to come.

I squirm around to assume my position, stretched across your naked thighs, burying my face in the cool haven of the sheets. I lie there submissively, sex tingling as I ready myself.

“Now, baby… Mommy’s going to spank your cute little ass,” you tell me. “You’ll get five smacks for coming without my permission… and five more because it pleases me to see your beautiful bottom turn red.”

“Oh no, Mommy! Please… that’s too much!” I sob, not meaning it for a second.

“Silence, child,” you hiss. “You know that your cunt will be dripping when I’m done.”

Then you begin.

The feeling of your hand against my bare bottom is incredible, each slap an explosion of pure pleasure. I wail out loud with each stroke, as if I really were in agony. You continue to spank me, taking your time, making every blow count. My nipples are so hard they ache, and I feel my buttocks jiggle with every smack of your hand. I’m clutching the blankets tightly, biting my lip until the spanking is over, trying not to let myself come again.

Finally the last delicious blow is struck… and I lie there, spread across your lap, sobbing with delight and trying to make it sound more like pain.

“Shhhh, baby,” I hear you say, and feel you tenderly caress my sore bottom. “What a good girl you are,” you croon as your hand slips between my slightly parted thighs. You were right, of course… my cunt is dripping. “Mmm… that’s Mommy’s little love.” I moan and move against your fingers as they explore the folds of my pussy, finding clear evidence of wantonness.

My need for orgasmic release has renewed itself, as if you hadn’t just brought me off minutes ago… but I know my duty, precious Mommy. I can sense what you need, what you want. You’re now ready for me to bring you off, your sex aching for the touch of my mouth.

First, though, I must ask permission to please you…

“Please, Mommy,” I meekly implore, “please, may I have a treat?” God, I so desperately want to show you my love. The rich scent of your sex thickens the air… it tantalizes me, drives me wild.

You turn me over on my back and crawl up to kneel above my face. You straddle my head and lower your pussy to within inches of my mouth… but you stop just out of reach of my lips. I cry out in frustration, my mouth watering for you.

“Beg me,” you simply say. And I do.

“Oh please,” I gasp. “Please let me taste your pussy, Mommy. I’ll be such a good girl, I’ll do anything you say! Please, Mommy, I adore you… I want to love you so much.”

Satisfied, you lower your cunt to my already open mouth… and I press a kiss into your wet heat, thick pubes tickling my nose as my lips part and my tongue emerges to slip inside you.

“That’s it, lick Mommy’s pussy. Oh, yes. Just — ooh — like a good little girl,” you gasp.

I make love to your flower, rolling my tongue around inside. Then I trail my way up to the clitoris, teasing it with a few light licks, then back down to lap at your cunt… which now flows freely, the creamy fluids coating my lips and chin.

I eat you for a long while, slaking a thirst of mine for your pussy that seems to have no limit. The taste of you is ambrosia, the warmth of your sex against my mouth a lover’s caress. I wish I had the strength to pleasure you for days on end.

After a few minutes of my oral loving you are about to come, I can feel it. But before that can happen you stop me, then turn around and face the other way… positioning yourself so that your apple-round ass is right above my mouth. Your hands reach down to part your cheeks, revealing the cleft of your anus. “Now my asshole, child,” you breathe.

Without hesitation I dive in, licking and kissing at your crack, my tongue gliding up and down between your buttocks. I know that you are enjoying my attentions when you start to moan loudly, pressing your bottom into my face.

“Ooohhh… p-put your fingers inside me!” you demand.

I reach around your body, my hand blindly seeking, then finding your cunt… and I wriggle two digits into you, deep as I can get them to go.

“Fuck me, little one!” you moan, your hips already starting to pump against my thrusting hand. I happily oblige.

My tongue presses into the sweet star of your anus in a hopeless attempt to enter your rectum. I can never fully penetrate you — your asshole is too tightly clenched for that — but you love the way it feels when I try.

I recall how shocked I was the first time you ordered me to lick you there, even though I had already tasted your pussy before and loved it. Of course, my hesitation only made you all the more determined to have your way… so you pushed me onto my back, then pressed your ass into my face, parting your buttocks to reveal the dark pink jewel, awaiting the caress of my tongue.

Needless to say, I quickly came to love rimming you. Something about it seemed so wild, so downright nasty, that it thrilled me more than any of the naughty games we played. I remember the next day at school, when I sat surrounded by other girls in their plaid skirts and Mary Janes, filling in our coloring books with stubs of crayon… wondering how they would react if I suddenly told them, I put my tongue in Mommy’s bottom last night.

My fingers pump in and out of your pussy, my tongue circles your rosebud, and your body trembles atop mine while I pleasure your two holes until, once more, you are very near to orgasm… but again you withdraw from me, climbing off to kneel by my side.

I can only imagine how I look at this instant… your nine-year-old daughter lying dazed, lips parted, the whole lower half of my face wet with your vaginal fluids. I can only hope that the sight pleases you.

Then you bend down to whisper to me, your lips brushing my ear. “I want to fuck your sweet little ass now, child… get up and on your knees.”

I quickly assume a kneeling position, presenting my bottom to you. My buttocks are still warm from spanking, and I shiver as you gently stroke them with your long, elegant fingers. They slip in between to tease my anal cleft, and I sigh blissfully as how nice that feels.

But you have other plans for my ass… and I hold myself stock-still as you carefully mount me, draping one leg over me to rest your cunt against my bottom. I can feel your pubic fur grazing my cheeks, tickling my anus… and I wait with bated breath for you to fuck me, like you promised.

My face is pressed into the pillow as you begin to move, working your wet sex into my butt with small strokes that gradually grow larger as you find your rhythm. I love the weight of you upon me… love the feeling of your hot flesh crushing into my outthrust ass… love the warmth of your thick juices, oozing into my crack, then slowly trickling down my quivering thighs… love the sound of your breath hissing through clenched teeth as you take me.

“I’m fucking you, little girl,” you pant, slipping a hand around my body to stroke my nipples to aching stiffness. “Do you like being fucked by Mommy?”

“Yes,” I gasp, “yes, Mommy. I love it — love when you fuck me.” Another word I never knew until I learned it from you… and now that little word is what I live for. I savor the taste of it on my lips, stammering, “Fuck me, M-mommy… fuck me more!”

Instead, your body comes to a rest, and the moist fire of your sex is taken from me. I might be disappointed, if I wasn’t aware that you had yet to climax… instead, my excitement only continues to simmer as I wonder: what game does Mommy want to play now?

“On your back, girl,” is all you say. I quickly comply.

You tower above me, a vision of strength and beauty. As ever, I’m smitten with adoration by the sight of you… desperately eager to give you anything, everything you want.

You caress my cheek, and a surge of pleasure wafts through me at this token of affection. “I want to try something new, little one,” you murmur, transfixing me with your gaze. “All you have to do is lie there.”

You move up to the head of the bed and slowly straddle my head. I raise myself from the pillow, lips parting as I move in to place an open-mouthed kiss upon your cunt… but you stop me, firmly grasping my shoulder.

“No,” I hear you say. “Don’t move… stay completely still — that’s what I want.” I lie back again, detecting the fierce need in your voice. “I’m going to fuck your face, child… If you behave, and let Mommy have her way with you, perhaps she will give you a special treat.”

I lie quietly, heart thudding in my thin chest. I wasn’t sure exactly what you were about to do to me, only that you didn’t want me to move. But oh, sweet Mommy… if you only knew how hard it was to lie beneath you, gazing up at the glistening pinkness of your cunt, nestled within the tuft of brown curls, breathing deeply of your luscious scent and needing to take you in my mouth, but not permitted to do so…

Then your hot, wet flesh descends onto my face, pressing against my closed lips. I hear you gasp as your hips shift, and you rub yourself languidly along the line of my jaw. Your essence coats my mouth and chin, moistening my cheeks as you wield your pussy like a paintbrush.

A shudder of pleasure runs through your body, sparking a similar reaction in me. I open my eyes to gaze up the magnificent height of you, head thrown back, frantically clutching your breasts. Now you are grinding your cunt into my face, fucking me just like you said you would — there really is no other word for it.

Your vagina is so wet that it squishes as you rock against my mouth, and my nostrils fill with the rich aroma of your sex. The scent intoxicates me, makes my head reel.

As you ride me, I can hear you speak. “Oh, yes, little girl… let Mommy fuck your precious little mouth… my little fuck toy… feel h- how wet my cunt is for you… oh, God yes, my baby lets m-me fuck her so — so good… oh, yes. Oh. Oh — my — f-f-f-fucking GOD–“

And suddenly you start to convulse and buck atop me, coming all over my face. I’m soaked from you, lips dripping with the warm wine from your vagina. I can barely breathe… but I don’t care. I want you here, sitting on my face, using me as an instrument of pleasure, blessing me with your climax.

Your pleasure hits an unimaginable peak, and a choked scream escapes your lips… then you slowly relax on top of me, slumping to one side but still perched upon my face. “Kiss me,” you whisper, “kiss my pussy, angel.”

I understand what you need from me now — gentle loving, nothing too intense — so I nestle between your thighs, tenderly kissing your sex. Soft, little-girl kisses.

Then my face is suddenly bathed in coolness as you raise yourself from me, then bend down to kiss my mouth, humming with delight as you lick the wetness from my lips. You sit up to gaze down upon me… and my heart soars as I take in the pleased expression on your face.

“Well done, little lover,” you purr, crawling between my spread legs. “You were a good girl, so here is the treat Mommy promised.”

You lower your face to me and take my cunt into your mouth, pressing your tongue inside. I’d been so occupied in pleasuring you that I had almost forgotten how desperately my own body was crying out for release… but you knew, didn’t you, Mommy?

With your wonderful mouth you honor me, give your child the sweet, sweet gift of a mother’s love… and suddenly I am coming so hard that I actually black out for a few seconds.

When I come to, I’m cradled in your arms. The fever of your violent lust is now broken, and now all is warmth and tenderness between us. My mother, my lover. My goddess.

“I love you, Mommy,” I whisper.

You roll over, drawing me into your embrace. “I love you too, my beautiful little girl,” you sigh, caressing me all over. Your mouth seeks out mine, and we gently kiss.

We spend the rest of the night cuddled together… and in the morning, I awaken to the sight of your adoring eyes, gazing into mine. You reach out to touch the tip of my nose, then we hug one another tightly. No words are needed.

We share a bath, lovingly washing away the evidence of last night’s loving from each other’s bodies… then pad hand in hand into the kitchen to make breakfast, the two of us still naked.

Ninety minutes later, you drive me to my third grade class. We exchange adoring glances and whispered endearments the whole way to school… but I know that you are also dreaming of the hot, sexy games of passion that we will play this evening.


“Jesus,” gasps Sera, her head hitting the pillow next to mine, “you nearly suffocated me, babe!”

“Sorry, c-couldn’t help it,” I pant. “That… that thing you do to my clit, where you pinch it with your lips… Jesus, it sets me off like a, a fucking volcano!”

Sera rests her chin just above my breasts, hitting me where it counts with those bedroom eyes. “Oh… that just shows how much I get into hearing you talk about your mother, sugarbuns. Brings out the nasty little girl in me.” She licks her lips, now sticky with my essence.

I lazily stretch my limbs. “Mmmmmm… good, ’cause I do loooove that nasty little girl.”

She studies me thoughtfully for a moment, then softly says, “And you two still fuck one another — you and your mom.”

“Yeah,” I reply. “Well… sort of. I’m still Mommy’s plaything, after all — she fucks me.”

Lying back, Sera places both hands behind her head, staring dreamily at the ceiling. “God, I don’t know why thinking about that gets me so damn hot.” She snickers. “I wouldn’t fuck my mother with a dog’s cock. ‘Course, she’s a hoity-toity society cunt.”

“Is she good looking, at least?” I query, rolling over to nuzzle the soft hair that grows under Sera’s arms, now somewhat moist from her workout between my legs. God, she smells great.

She shrugs. “After about half a million bucks of cosmetic surgery, she looks like a voodoo doll to me. Hey, stop tickling!” She shoves me away from her armpit, then nods toward the snapshot of Mom propped on my desk. “Your mother is way sexier than mine could ever be… I’d let her do me any old day.”

I grin. Time to spring the surprise I’ve been saving up since this morning…

“You really mean that?” I murmur.

Sera sits up, lifting an eyebrow as she studies me intently. “Well… yeah. Sure. Why d’ya ask?”

I lie back, languidly placing a hand over my cunt. “I called Mom this morning, just after class. Told her about you and me.”

“Um… so, what did she say?” Sera is trying her best to keep her voice cool and casual, but I’m not fooled — I can sense her rising interest.

Oh, she wants to meet you,” I purr, teasing my slit with a fingertip. “She said, and I quote, ‘I want to get to know this little friend of yours. Bring her home with you this weekend’.”

Her mouth drops slightly open as she digests this little tidbit of information, then she hesitantly asks, “Um, when you say she wants to ‘get to know’ me — you mean…?”

“Come on, Sera.” I fire back. “You know exactly what I mean. My mother wants to fuck you.”

I wish I had a camera at that moment, to capture the thunderstruck expression on my lover’s face. “Ho-lee shit,” she whispers. “So… well, what does that involve, exactly?” She sees the exasperated expression on my face. “Look, Kris. You can’t just — just drop that in my lap with no explanation. I mean…” Sera pauses, fumbling for the right words… not something she has to do often, believe me. “Okay, let me put it this way. What do I need to know before going home to do the nasty with you and your mother?”

“Well, you’ll have to leave that take-charge personality of yours behind,” I murmur. “In my home, there’s only room for one top bitch, and that’s Mom. She calls the shots.”

Sera mused, then nodded. “Okay… sure. Hell, it sounds kinda interesting, being a bottom for a change.” She gazes evenly at me. “I might have to be a little… hard on you, after we get back. Can’t have you forgetting who’s top bitch in our relationship.”

I’m feeling a low throbbing, deep down in my cunt. “Seems fair,” I meekly reply.

Sera lies back, staring thoughtfully at the ceiling. “Anything else I should know?”

I edge closer to my lover, already thinking about going down on her again. “Yeah. Whatever clothes you have that make you look the youngest… pack those. Mom’s way into the little-girl look. And, um, speaking of which… you need to shave your pussy.”

She sighs. “Yeah, I s’pose that makes sense.” Twisting her neck to peer at me, she points at the tuft of hair in her left armpit. “Do I have to lose this, too?”

“Dunno,” I shrug. “Guess you can leave it for now… Mom might order you to shave it off, though. And don’t even think of telling her no if she does.”

“Damn… your mother is one serious dom, huh?”

“Serious as a heart attack, babe.”

Sera props herself up on an elbow, facing me. “There’s one thing I want to know. How sure were you that — well, that I’d go along with this little lesbian orgy?”

“Pretty sure,” I answer.

She nibbles her lower lip thoughtfully. “Well… what if I’d said no? Told you that your mother could go pound sand up her ass?”

I laugh. “Oh, I’d get you to come along somehow… I have to bring you home, she said so!”

Her eyes narrow. “You have to?”

“Yeah.” With that, I reach for Sera and roll onto my back… pulling her on top of me, where she belongs. Gazing deep into my lover’s eyes, I slowly lick my lips. “Mommy’s orders.”


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  1. Misty Meadow says:

    Nice pic! I had sexual feelings when I was nine, but I was never brought to the heights of ecstasy that Kris enjoys. Perhaps I had the wrong Mummy. Your descriptions are like the Sistine Chapel ceiling compared to my living room. I like the way you get down to business without too much of an elaborate set up (though set-ups are fun to write). My fingers were busy from start to finish, and I had to suck them clean every few seconds, which distracted my attention from the story, so I had to read it again. Ah, well.

    • JetBoy says:

      Aw, thanks, Misty! I was rather drunk on language when I wrote this one, but it turned out decently enough. I’m gratified that it brought you such pleasure.

  2. Sammy says:

    Yes, this is a great story. I love the way you approach domination, JetBoy, particularly in this story and “The Two Ends of the Leash”. You don’t do it often, but you always do it splendidly!

  3. Jennifer says:

    I do not know why, but domination kicks me off, as I just realized again. Still, I love your style of writing, so I like your story anyway. Please go on indulging us with your lovely storytelling!

    • JetBoy says:

      Admittedly, I’m not a huge fan of dom/sub antics myself, but when both partners are acting out of intense love and are very into what they’re doing, it’s pretty damn hot. There’s something to be said about total, unconditional surrender to a lover that makes an erotic story smolder with passion.

      Again, love is the crucial element here. Stories that involve unwanted pain and/or humiliation turn me off completely.

      Oh, and many thanks for the praise!

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