special mom and kiddo night. dad leaving the two of us home alone. letting you take a few too many sips of my wine while you watch a movie. my eyes never leaving you the entire time, watching you slip into a woozy state. the movie ending and pulling you into my lap, giggles escaping your lips as my hands tug the hem of your shirt, yours instinctively moving to cover yourself. peppering kisses along your face and neck, whispering to you don’t be shy sweetheart, let mom see every inch of her baby. laying you down on the couch, tugging your pj pants down, that’s it kiddo, lift your pretty hips for mom, yeah?
my hands roaming your body, but never dipping between your thighs, making you squirm, desperation and embarrassment mixing with the wine warming your belly. but then it stops. i pull away, and you’re cold all of the sudden, head spinning. get on your knees, sweetheart.
as your knees sink into the carpet, i’m behind you, hands resuming their soft caresses, praises falling from my lips with each breath. and then the front door unlocks, dad’s home, the excitement dripping from my voice making your tummy flip flop.
look at you, he says eyes taking in his precious lil kiddo on full display for him, hands moving to his belt buckle as he walks across the room. even as your mouth falls open, my hands don’t stop their movements. show us how good you are, how perfect our kid really is while your dad pushes his cock past your lips, my hands finally dipping between your thighs as he bottoms out in your throat. tears slipping from your eyes at the sensory overload, that’s it kiddo, you’re so good, so precious, so fucking sweet for us.
dad picking up the pace, his thrusts bruising the back of your throat, drool covering your chest, you can do it kiddo, just relax, you’re doing such a good job for dad, he’s so close, can’t you tell? just a little more, i promise. my hand between your thighs matching his pace, pushing you and him closer and closer and closer to the edge.
fuck, that’s it kiddo, take dad’s cock, as he cums down your throat, me holding you there as you swallow every drop of what dad wants to give you. so perfect, so sweet, you did such a good job baby, as you take a deep breath, trying to steady the butterflies in your tummy.
then dad scoops you up, carries you to bed and we tuck you in. each of us taking turns to tell you how good you did, how proud we are of you, how much we love you. before i turn out your light and shut your bedroom door, i whisper next week, we’ll get ice cream, too.
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