Receipts For Mommy - Sex Stories

Receipts For Mommy

... make her feel even better. I want you to see how much I care about you. I want you to watch me as I please you. Watch me. Moan for me. Praise me. Cum for me.

I feel my worries of waking her dwindling with every second. What’s the big deal? She’s gotta be sexually frustrated and I’m fixing her problem. And when that’s released, she’s gonna be more relaxed. Science says so. She can’t be too upset with me for that. Right? It’s only because I love her. She’d understand.

I remove my tongue from her entrance and replace it with two of my fingers as I suck on her clit. I hear her breathing start to quicken. This time I don’t stop. Clearly, she feels good. Why would I stop it? That’d be selfish. And you didn’t raise me like that, did you? No, you didn’t. You raised me to be a considerate woman and that’s what I aspire to be.

I speed up my movements, causing a louder moan from before. Again, I don’t stop. I want her to feel as good as she possibly can. And judging by how wet my fingers are getting, I’d say she’s feeling pretty damn good. Such a naught mommy. Getting off from your little girl fucking you with her fingers. But it feels too good, doesn’t it. Tell me how good I’m doing. Tell your baby girl how good she is at licking your pussy. I start sucking harder, earning even louder moans. It’s music to my ears. I want more. I need more. I thrust my fingers harder and faster. I push my face deeper into her center. I even start moaning to further her pleasure even more. ...

... With every action, there’s a louder moan. Yes, mommy. Moan louder. I then take my free hand and snake it under her shirt, grabbing a hold of her right c cup breast.

I look up at her to see her head leaned back and her back arched, but her eyes still closed shut. No. I want you to have the full experience. You need it. It does no good for you to have part of the fun. I remove my mouth from her clit, slithering my way up her body, maintaining the movement of my fingers. I stop at her face, admiring her luscious lips. I lick my own lips before closing my eyes and pressing them against hers, giving her a passionate kiss. I grab her head, pushing her deeper into it.

I crack my eyes open to see if that did the trick. Eventually, I see her eyes beginning to open as well. Once she fully opens them, the situation unfolds before her and as expected she pulls away from the kiss.

“Taylor?!” she exclaims, “What the hell are you doing?!”

“Shhhh,” I respond, putting my fingers to her lips, “Just enjoy it, mommy. Just enjoy it.”

“Taylor, stop! This is wro-oooaaggnn!”

I speed up my fingers even more, cutting off her statement.

“See?” I respond, “It feels nice, right? I want you to relax, mommy. Let me help you. Let me take care of you. Let me please you.”

She still seems unsure. I give her one more kiss before going back down, latching back onto her lower lips, sucking as hard as I could, causing her to moan again.

“That’s right,” I say between kisses, “You like that, ...