A week later, Annie is at school and I’m cleaning the house. I pause to look down at my left ankle with its new tattoo, and get a warm feeling all over. It’s a little girl angel with tiny wings, seated and wearing a short skirt and high-top stockings with a seductive look on her face. Annie wanted to symbolize how much she loved me by getting a tattoo on her right ankle and letting me choose the design, and this is what I chose for her. But I wanted to do the same to show my love for her, so I had one done on my left ankle. Now, when we are face-to-face in each other’s arms, our angels will be together as well. Now I feel far less jealous about Annie having Chloe as a girlfriend.
As my daughter requested, I’ve gone out of my way to be more passionate when Chloe fucks me. As a result, Chloe has not been as cruel to me lately, although she is still pushes me to the limit. Sometimes she likes to stick things in my ass like big cucumbers and then take pictures. I think somehow she resents me being pregnant, but I can’t figure out why.
She is still rough with me, once almost smothering me with her pussy as she straddled my face, another time caning me instead of spanking me with her hand or a hairbrush. That really, really hurt, but I somehow managed not to scream out loud. My angel Annie would never do anything to really hurt or mark me, and she was furious when she saw the welt marks from the caning on my ass. She read Chloe the riot act for that, with Chloe finally apologizing — to Annie and me both.
As punishment for damaging Annie’s property, she agreed to take a caning herself, which I got to witness. Though I was not allowed to speak during Chloe’s ordeal, I secretly enjoyed seeing her get a taste of her own medicine, watching her shriek and howl the whole time Annie whipped her, knowing that she was unable to take something that I could endure without complaint.
After administering her punishment to Chloe, Annie then took us both to bed, making me lie on my back with legs spread while she straddled my face and let me lick her pussy. She made Chloe go between my legs for the first time and pleasure me — and while I could not see her because of my now-huge baby belly, I certainly understood why Annie liked to fuck her. Chloe’s tongue was very skilled, and I had several intense orgasms from her licking.
To remind me of my place, I was ordered to stand in the corner and watch as Annie then ravished Chloe. I got a secret thrill knowing that Annie was kissing lips that were sticky with my pussy juices. Unable to help myself, I quietly slipped a hand my legs to rub my clit as I watched, but Annie spotted me and made me stop just as I was about to come. I groaned, but was allowed no relief as they ground their pussies together savagely until they climaxed.
After Chloe left I made dinner, then Annie and I went to bed early. My angel didn’t want me to pleasure her, she just wanted us to lie together and hold one another. I was thrilled, because it was one of those motherly things I didn’t get to do much these days, just hold my sweet baby close and snuggle with her, and give her an occasional kiss. Although she is my mistress, she’s still my little girl, and moments like these when she uses me for comfort just make me love her all the more.
As we lay there she told me how unhappy she was about how Chloe had hurt me, and asked me to try to be more affectionate to her friend, to see if that would make things better between the two of us. I promised her with all my heart I would.
All my life I’ve been very organized and an excellent planner, and so the next day I make a plan and set it in motion. Annie forgot her cell phone on the counter when she left for school. It’s one of those that can take pictures, and that’s when the idea hits me.
I go into my room and pull out the reddest, sexiest lipstick I have, and paint my lips bright red. Then I take my sweatshirt off and, with the lipstick, draw a heart across the top of each of my breasts. Over the heart on my right breast I write I LUV, and over the heart on the right one I write U CHLOE. Then, using the phone, I take a picture of my decorated chest, my red lips puckered for a kiss, and send the pictures to Chloe’s cell phone at school. It was lunch time around then, so it knew it wouldn’t take long for her to get the message.
Fifteen minutes later, my cell phone rings. It was the school nurse, letting me know that Chloe has a tummy ache. Her mother can’t come to pick her up, so the nurse wants to know if I could come to fetch Chloe instead.
I sigh heavily, like it was an imposition, then reluctantly agree. I pull on my boring pregnancy stretch pants and slip on one of my ex-husband’s white dress shirts — which sets off the red lipstick very dramatically — hop in the minivan, and off I go.
I pick Chloe up at the nurse’s office, and soon we are driving back to the house. She says nothing, just stares at me. I surreptitiously unbutton the first few buttons of the dress shirt so she can see part of the messages on my breasts. Taking a risk, I dare to glance at her, but she doesn’t notice — her eyes are riveted to my chest. I giggle inwardly, for I know right then that I have Chloe right where I want her. I’d worried that she might not appreciate a sub manipulating her this way, even if Annie would have approved.
Once we get in the house with the door closed, Chloe is ripping the shirt off me, buttons flying in every direction. She presses me against the wall, then proceeds to attack my breasts with her mouth. I can’t help myself – my pregnant nipples are hyper-sensitive, and I moan in delight.
“Don’t move,” she warns me. She rips my sandals off, then my pants are down and away. She smothers my belly with her kisses as she works her way down to my wet pussy, and I spread my legs slightly to give her better access. I shudder as her tongue bathes my clit and labia. I feel the baby move – Chloe’s really stirring things up.
Suddenly, she stands up and pulls me with her into the master bedroom. She orders me to undress her, and I obediently I do, then she walks over to a dresser pulls out a pair of handcuffs. As I stand there naked next to the bed, she turns me around so I’m facing the bed and handcuffs my hands behind my back. She then gets onto the bed, standing in front of me so my lips are about even with her nipples.
Grabbing my head in her hands, she pulls my face up to hers and roughly presses her lips against mine, her tongue trying to gain entrance to my mouth. This is a first – Chloe regularly fucks me, but never kisses me. Like a good sub, I don’t immediately open wide, but gradually surrender my mouth as her tongue forces its way in. With her hands squeezing and caressing my defenseless nipples, she kisses me that way for several minutes and I find I am getting quite turned on by it. Very turned on, in fact. I’m feeling passion I’ve never felt before, and this time it’s not by pretending Chloe is my Annie.
“Tell me you want to suck my nipples,” she orders, “But only say it if you mean it. If you’re faking, I’ll know, and I’ll really spank you.” She takes my head in her hands and cradles it so my lips are inches from her left nipple. I know I’m really wet – I can smell my own cunt now.
“Please Chloe,” I beg, “Let me suck your nipples.” I stretch my tongue out and make brief contact, just getting the tip wet but she pulls my head away.
“Call me Mistress,” she commands. I’ve never called her that, because Annie is my mistress. But this seems a day for firsts.
“Please, Mistress,” I beg again, “Let me suck your nipples.”
“Very well, slave, you may,” she replies, and draws my mouth down on her small breast. I suckle, I tease the tip with my tongue, I use my teeth to lightly bite it. She moans, then guides my head over to the other one, and I repeat my performance there.
“You have a wonderful mouth, slave,” she says. She wraps her arms around me in an affectionate hug. It feels wonderful – I can’t believe this is the same Chloe who liked to spank and humiliate me.
“Please Mistress,” I now plead, “Put more lipstick on me, I want to paint your pussy red.” She kisses me deeply, then goes and finds the lipstick in my room and re-applies it for me. Sitting on the bed against the headboard, she props herself up on several pillows so I can more easily reach her and spreads her legs.
“Come to me, slave,” she orders, and I do. Lowering my head, I put red kisses all over her womanly wonders, and soon I’m rewarded with the sound of her passionate cries as she comes. Afterwards, she undoes my handcuffs and, amazingly, we lie together cuddling like Annie and I do sometimes.
I feel immensely satisfied, but then Chloe begins to cry sorrowfully. I don’t know what to say. She waves me away, then sits on the edge of the bed and weeps. It’s as if I am no longer here.
I kneel on the floor in front of the sobbing girl, then as her crying subsides I speak softly to her. “Mistress Chloe, may I ask you a question?”
“Yes, you m-may,” she finally sniffles.
I crawl forward and wrap my arms around her legs in supplication, kissing her feet for good measure before I speak.
“There’s something really bothering you, and I’d like to know what it is if you’ll allow me to.” I move into an upright kneeling position now, and risk looking straight at Chloe. Her expression is not that of a dominatrix; it’s the face of a sad little girl. My heart melts at the sight of this unhappy child. I am a mother, after all.
The girl chokes out in a hoarse voice, “It’s my s-stupid mom. When I come home, she nags me about homework, about cleaning my room, about doing my chores, about all kinds of dumb stuff. She never gives me a hug, never asks ‘how was your day’, or ‘how are you feeling’, just nags at me. When Annie comes home you’re, like, totally there for her, wanting to please her, you never criticize her or anything.” Her lower lip trembles, and I can see that she is struggling to keep from crying again.
Taking a chance at incurring Chloe’s wrath, I slowly rise and sit down on the bed next to her, putting my arms around her and cradling this sad little girl against my chest.
She continues, “And no matter what I do in school, it’s never good enough! I get an A on a test, my mom wants to know why I didn’t get an A plus! You’re not that way with Annie – you’re crazy in love with her, and you want to make her happy. You’ll do anything for her – even have a baby! I g-get so mad sometimes – why can’t my mom can’t be like you? Even a little bit?”
I think for a second at the tremendous praise, then respond, “So that’s why you’ve been so very harsh with me – you’re unhappy with your own mom. I’m sure she loves you, though. No mother could not love such a beautiful girl.”
She looks at me with big wet eyes, with a look that could almost be considered adoring. “You really think I’m beautiful? I mean, would you still fuck me if Annie didn’t make you?”
I swallow nervously, but I cannot lie to her. “Chloe, to tell you the complete truth… at first I didn’t want to, but did so only because Annie made me. You weren’t gentle, and I didn’t like the way you treated me. But now I understand why. Today, you were such a fantastic lover. It was amazing — so amazing that yes, I’d fuck you even if Annie didn’t make me.”
She reaches up and pulls my face to hers, kissing me. It starts off soft and gentle, but from the increasing force I can tell the sad little girl is going away, being replaced by the dominant girl again.
Being cautious, I address her formally now, “Mistress Chloe, will you allow me to make a suggestion?”
“Yes, you may,” she responds with a little edge back in her voice.
“I don’t know your mother very well, but maybe if I could spend some time with her, I could get her to change, be more like me. Will you allow me to try?”
Chloe is silent for a while, thinking about what I said. Then she smiles, and her eyes narrow. She wraps her hand in my long blonde hair and pulls my head back, and I give a little cry in surprise. For a minute, I think I’ve overstepped my boundaries, and am about to be punished.
“Are you really my slave? Will you do anything I say?” she whispers, keeping a firm grip on my hair. It’s uncomfortable, but not painful. One hand slips down and begins to rub my breasts, and I suddenly want — no, I desire her command.
“Yes, Mistress,” I reply, “Anything for you.”
“Then I order you to spend time with my mother, and make her more like you. I expect to see results in two weeks, or there will be consequences.” Her words are threatening, but her voice is gentle. I take a chance and look into her eyes, which so often have been cruel. Now they are filled with affection.
Chloe bends her face to mine and kisses me again, and before we’re through I’ve come twice more, then happily used my tongue to please her pretty pussy and rosebud until for once, she’s begging me to stop.
*****
That evening I dial Chloe’s home, and her mother Holly answers. I introduce myself, explain that since Chloe is Annie’s best friend, I thought it a good idea that she and I get to know each other better. She hesitates at first, then seems to make a decision and invites me over the next morning after the girls leave for the library to study – she’ll even make fresh cinnamon rolls for us. I tell her it sounds wonderful, and get the address from her.
The next morning, Saturday, I put on my tight black denim pregnancy jeans with my prettiest baby pink maternity scoop top that shows my cleavage. It’s got elastic under the breasts to accent my every curve without being slutty. I also have Annie’s permission to put on makeup and tie my hair back in a ponytail. Normally my daughter prefers me without makeup and with my hair down, but Chloe has filled her in on what she wants me to do, so Annie has given me the go-ahead to use every weapon in my arsenal to achieve the goal.
My angel Annie is so excited about my task that at the breakfast table she pulls me into her lap and we enjoy some old-fashioned necking. Before leaving she gets to ‘second base’ with me, and I am left with wet panties and weak in the knees from my lover’s attention.
I leave the house motivated, a woman on a mission. Chloe has given me two weeks – after what my Annie did to me this morning, I give myself two days.
At the door, I am greeted by Holly. She’s a small, lovely woman with pale skin like Chloe’s who appears to be in her late twenties, although Chloe has told me she’s 34. She has short-cropped hair black hair — also like Chloe’s, very cute — and eyes so blue I could swim in them. She’s wearing jean shorts and a t-shirt so I can see her body is shaped like a gymnast’s, in shape but without the hard muscle definition. She leads me into the kitchen, the wonderful smell of cinnamon rolls pervading the air. We sit at the table with coffee.
After making small talk about my baby and home decorating, and praising her delicious cinnamon rolls, I move the conversation to the topic of the day – Chloe.
I tell her how I think Chloe is such a lovely girl, and how much my Annie and I adore her. “She’s such a good student, you must be very proud of her,” I say.
Holly sips her coffee, and a sad smile emerges. It appears she has a lot on her mind, and I’m all ears. She sighs, then tells me her tale.
“She is a wonderful girl, and I am very proud, but I’m afraid these days I don’t tell her often enough. We were very close until she was ten, when her father moved out. He was an airline pilot, I’m a patent attorney at a big firm – between his flying and my long hours, we seldom saw each other – one Saturday morning he told me he had a second wife in the Philippines, and had decided to go live with her, and by Monday he was gone. Chloe changed overnight. She used to be a cheerful child, but her father’s leaving made her sullen and angry. She began to hate him. A week after he left, she built a fire in the fireplace and threw in everything in her room that had a connection to him — toys, jewelry, pictures, everything.
“Meanwhile, I had to be not only an attorney and mom but dad as well. In addition to my job, I had to cook, to clean, and since it was her father’s job to keep at her about her studies and chores, I did that too. I felt like if I let up, she’d start to fail, and I didn’t want that to happen.” She sighed deeply. “As she’s gotten older Chloe has become more and more difficult, and I’ve turned into a real bitch. I’m exhausted all the time, we fight constantly, and we’re not nearly as close as we were when she was little. I really miss that, too. Most days I find myself daydreaming about letting go, just relinquishing responsibility to her, letting her be the boss for once, see how she likes it.” She stopped and sipped her coffee. I could see her eyes tearing up. One hand lay on the table. I reached over and squeezed it gently, and she did not pull away.
“Jesus, look at me,” she laughs at herself and shakes her head, “Some hostess I am. I’m really sorry to burden you with this – I don’t have any siblings or friends to talk to, so it’s good to have a sympathetic ear for once.”
She is silent as I stand up and walk around behind her chair and begin to massage her shoulders. Again, she does not seem to mind the physical contact, and leans forward as I work the knots out of her shoulder blades. The sweet smell of her shampoo is enticing.
I lean forward and kiss the top of her head, then speak in a low tone, “Holly, we all need someone to lean on and listen to once in awhile. Chloe has been such a comfort and support to Annie since Jason and I split, and I’m just happy I can reciprocate.” I slip my hands beneath the t-shirt and run my fingers up and down her bare back, thrilled to see that she isn’t wearing a bra. Her legs spread slightly and she whimpers. This is a woman who clearly needs some loving physical contact.
I start to work on her trapezius muscles, which are very tight. As they begin to give, I murmur, “Holly, you said that you and Chloe used to be close and that you miss that. Forget for a second that you’re in charge and an attorney, and tell me how you really feel about your daughter.”
The massage must be working – her eyes are closed, and the look on her face is blissful. “God, I love her so much, and as she’s grown she’s become so beautiful.” She hesitates, then looks back at me. “Can I trust you with a huge secret about me, something no one should ever know? I shouldn’t tell you, but… I need to discuss this with somebody or I’ll go crazy. You won’t tell anyone, cross your heart?”
I whisper in her ear again, “Cross my heart and hope to die.”
Holly is hesitant, and I can tell that this openness is an enormous deal for her. “Sometimes… I watch Chloe walk around in her underwear, or even naked. I see that beautiful little bottom of hers and I get, er, excited, you know?” Her voice drops to a whisper. “Sexually excited. And – I can’t believe I’m telling you this — there are times when I’m doing laundry when I…oh, no, I just can’t say it.”
“It’s okay, Holly. I won’t judge you, I promise. You need to let this out,” I encourage her as I massage the latissimus dorsi.
Finally she blurts it out, whispering as if someone else besides me will hear her confession. “I take her dirty panties and I… I sniff them. I’ve always been bisexual, but I started thinking more and more about women after my husband left. Then one night, I had a dream about b-being in bed with Chloe and — and doing things with her. Intimate things. And now I can’t stop thinking about her that way! I fantasize about what it would be like to be her… her lover. Are you shocked? You think I’m disgusting, I bet.”
Shocked, no… disgusted, definitely not. On the other hand, I’m dripping wet between my legs, but I don’t tell her that.
“You may find this hard to believe, but I do understand what you’re feeling, Holly.” Then I lean close and, in a conspiratorial manner, whisper, “Show me, Holly. I want to see what you do with Chloe’s panties.” Oh, this is delicious. I stand up and take her by the hand, and she leads me into the laundry room.
There’s a big basket of unwashed laundry sitting on the counter. She draws in a breath and closes her eyes, standing still as if frozen. I think Holly was just beginning to realize what a dangerous confession she’d just made to me. I knew that I had to act boldly, to keep her from panicking.
I stand behind her, pressed up against her as closely as my baby bump allows, and wrap my arms around her, reaching into the laundry basket with one hand and taking a pair of Chloe’s cotton panties out. I hold them to her face. “Is this what you do?”
She inhales deeply. “Y-y-yesss,” she sighs, then takes another deep sniff. Holly’s hands remain hanging at her side. It’s like she’s my puppet – she doesn’t want to do this herself, she wants me to do it for her, as if she is helpless to resist. I sniff them as well, and the oh-so-familiar scent of Chloe’s juices invades my nostrils. What would Holly think if she knew my nose and tongue were no strangers to her young daughter’s pleasure garden?
I whisper to her, “You’re not a freak or a bad person, Holly, you’re a lonely woman living all alone with your beautiful, fuckable little girl – who wouldn’t be tempted?” Again with one hand I hold the panties to her face, and this time as she breathes in the scent I begin to kiss her neck. She moans in delight. “Take them,” I command. Her hand moves up and holds the panties in place while my now-free hand reaches under her t-shirt, and I gently caress her nipples. My other hand reaches down and makes its way through the leg hole in her shorts, and I feel the moist warmth of her cunt soaking her panties. She presses her crotch against my massaging fingers, moaning beneath the cotton.
In a low voice, I continue my seduction, “So, you love her, and want her to love you. But at the same time, and you’ve allowed yourself to become like her father with the badgering about her studies and chores. Seeing as she hates her father, don’t you see how that works against you? You need to let go, Holly. She’s a very responsible and very smart girl. You don’t have to control her. Let it go, Holly. Trust your daughter.”
“Yesss, trussst…” she moans as my message sinks in, while as she continues to grind her cunt against my massaging fingers. I slip them past the leg holes of her panties, and invade her vagina.
“As for your daydream about letting go, relinquishing responsibility and letting her be the boss, it’s not so far-fetched. I’m guessing it may even bring you closer, back more to the way it used to be. To reconnect, you can start off small at first. Little things, a warm hug and kiss when she comes home, asking how her day is, bringing her snacks or drinks or whatever. She may even hug and kiss you back, and then you can hold her close, maybe run your hands down her back, even dare to caress her sweet little bottom. I’ll bet she won’t stop you if you do.”
(This is no lie. One thing I’ve found out about Chloe is that her butt cheeks are her real weakness; if I gently squeeze them while rimming her pink rosebud, she comes very, very quickly.)
“Once you’ve connected physically, you can propose a game with her where she’s the boss for a Saturday, maybe for a whole weekend, and you have to do everything she says – no exceptions. It will be so exciting for you to be totally in her control.” Her breathing is getting erratic – her orgasm is building.
I increase the pace of my fingers as her breathing becomes even shakier. “I’ll tell you a little secret, Holly. Sometimes I play this game with Annie. I can’t tell you how wonderful it is to have someone else in charge, to just let go and be free of responsibilities for a while. She orders me to make love to her, the same kind of things that you want to do to Chloe.”
“Oh, my God,” Holly cries, “do you really do that? Do you lick your little girl, g-go down on her?”
“I do,” I croon, my lips touching her ear. My hand is dripping with the warm nectar from Holly’s cunt. “She’s the most amazing lover, too. Oh, Holly… letting Annie take command over me was the best decision I’ve ever made.”
Her cries of pleasure are growing more intense as I masturbate her. She’s getting closer, almost there…
“You know, sometimes when we play the game I’m naughty on purpose, and Annie has to spank me. It hurts when she does it — but Holly, it feels so good, too; especially afterwards when my angel kisses where it hurts and make it better. Think how it would feel to have Chloe’s lips on your tingly bottom… or nuzzling between your legs, licking your pussy. That’s what Annie does to me sometimes, Holly. She makes love to me, when I’ve been a good girl,” I breathe, “and it’s the nicest experience you can imagine.”
Suddenly she shudders and cries out, clinging to me for support. I turn Holly around to face me and kiss her, my fingers still moving in her vagina as she comes a second time, her ecstatic cries now muffled by my tongue deep in her mouth.
After her orgasm subsides, I lead Holly to her bedroom and lay her down, then stand up to leave.
“Don’t go, please,” she pleads in a small voice, holding her arms out to me.
“I’m sorry sweetie, I have to,” I tell her. “I have to go pick the girls up from the library. And I can’t go all the way with you, Holly… not until Annie gives me permission to.” I take her hand, give it a squeeze. “I do hope that my daughter allows me to be with you someday. You’re very desirable, you know.”
“Th-thank you,” she stammers. “So… you really think I should let Chloe know about — about the feelings I have for her?”
“Yes, I do,” I reply, sitting down next to her. “Something tells me that it’s what she wants from you more than anything — and it will make things so much better between you and your daughter.” I rise to my feet once more. “I’ve really enjoyed our little talk, Holly. Think about what I said, and then call me about what you’re going to do. Whatever you decide, I’ll be on your side, okay? Our girls are such very good friends – I’m hoping you and I will be, too.” I kiss her goodbye, and leave the room before I can give in to the urge to go down on her like I do her daughter.
*****
Back at the house an hour later, I play the voicemail on speakerphone for Chloe and Annie. Holly’s shaky voice is thanking me for coming over and telling me she’s going to take my advice. Both girls have amazed looks on their faces as Chloe’s mother whispers, “I’ve wanted my little girl for so long… I can’t believe that my dream m-might be coming true.”
I kneel before Chloe and tell her, “Your mother adores you… and she’s ready to be yours, if you want her.”
Chloe throws both arms around me, tears of joy in her eyes. “Thank you, thank you, Ms. Beckett. I love you for doing this for me.” She gives me a long, deep kiss.
Annie smiles at her friend. “Just remember, don’t spank her too hard the first time.”
We walk Chloe to our front door, where the overjoyed young girl kisses both of us on the cheek before running out the door, anxious to be with her mother.
Annie turns to me and puts her hand on my cheek. “Momma, you are amazing,” she says. “You’ve outdone yourself — I’m going to have to come up with a special reward for you.”
I’m thrilled beyond words as my sweet angel puts my special silver slave collar and leash on me andleads me to her bedroom.
*****
The next day, Annie and I lie curled naked together in the warmth of our bed, listening for the second time to the new message Chloe has left for us.
“Last night was soooo beautiful,” she whispers, her voice warm with happiness. “Mom told me that she’d do anything for me — anything I wanted!” She pauses, sighs. “I told her that I wanted her to serve me, an’ be my lover… and she said yes!”
Annie rolls on top of me as we listen, her lust ignited by Chloe’s words, taking my mouth in a fiery kiss.
“I told Mom that I’d have to spank her first, ‘cause I had to show her I was boss… then I ordered her to take off all her clothes, and she did, right there in the living room! Oh, and I did what you said, Annie — I gave her an easy spanking the first time, just enough to make her butt pink.”
My beautiful daughter-mistress is kissing her way down my body. Chloe’s message plays on.
“Then I made Mom take my clothes off and make love to me, all over. Oh, God, you guys — she kissed and licked me everywhere. She even stuck her tongue in my butthole!”
I gasp in ecstasy as Annie takes that first lick, burying her face between my quivering thighs.
“I wasn’t going to make love to her, not the first time, but Mom made me feel so good and did everything I wanted her to, so I decided to anyhow.” She giggles. “I guess I really did want to know what her pussy tastes like. Anyhow, we had a really good time, Mom an’ me… so thank you both. ‘Specially you, Ms. Beckett. We’re both so, so, so, so happy now!” She pauses. “Bye, Annie. Bye, Ms. Beckett. I love you both.” A click, then the message ends.
Annie raises her face from my cunt, her lips glistening. “I think you and I need to get together with Chloe and her mom really soon, Momma… we can all play.” Her face dips down, and she is licking me again.
“Y-yes, sweet m-mistress!” I moan, then cry out loud as my little angel brings me to climax.
This is heaven, I tell myself, clutching my breasts. Paradise on earth.
The End
nice story but the abuse mom takes is not needed not to hurt her child papa