Call me "Mommy" tonite
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The Jerking Cat
genre
confessions
I am in our bed. I have been unwell for a few hours now, but you are there to look after me. I doze, but now and then I see you look out, come close to me, check if I am asleep, and kiss me on the head; now and then you bring me fresh water and make sure I am at least hydrated.
After lunch, since I hadn't eaten anything, you got worried, and so you lay down next to me and hugged me tightly, like I do when I'm the one hugging you.
You smooched on my neck, rubbed my neck a little, and whispered sweet, comforting words to me. You don't like to know that I'm sick, also because we've already skipped the Sunday morning fuck!
The afternoon continues like the morning; now and then you look in and check that I am well and that I don't need anything, but I still need rest, and I sleep almost all the time.
After dinner, something changes. I see that you are getting ready; you are no longer in your comfortable home clothes but in a black dress, high heels, and beautiful tights; you are preparing content for Onlyfans, and even though I am tired, I can see that you look beautiful and seem very excited. They will be lucky your fans will have memorable photos and videos.
But even if you're working, you don't miss a chance to stop by and check up on me; you take care of me all the time, between photos and videos. I'm not jealous; that's how we met, then became close, and then something more; I will always have something your fans will never have: your generous little heart.
Later in the evening, something happens: I hear you enter the room; you're still wearing heels, and I hear your footsteps on the floor. You approach me and ask, ‘How are you, love?’ You've done it before, but this time I feel something different. I can feel how excited you are; I can smell your pussy; you must have made a very exciting video, and you're still not over it. You lean back on the bed, you rub one leg over my hand, and you want to make sure I know you're still wearing stockings; nylons are a passion for both of us, and it turns us both on; normally I would take the initiative, but today I can't, and you realize that.
You lean lightly on me; even though you are much lighter than me, you are afraid of crushing me. I adjust to make you comfortable, and you spread your legs and are totally on top of me. I can see your cleavage perfectly, and I can see your aroused look, and I can feel you press down with your body to my cock, gently moving, to arouse me.
I can't resist you; you look me in the eye and whisper, “Now Mommy is going to take care of you,” and you pull up your dress enough for me to see your naked pussycat under your nylons. So are you getting turned on? Do you like what you see of Mommy? You know she is all about you. You pull the dress up even further, and the view is spectacular, and I can tell you are wet and hot. You move the sheets, you're even closer, and you start thrusting your vulva on me again. I feel the wetness through my pajamas, and I realize that despite the sickness, something is responding well. “Mommy, I'm getting hard; is that okay?” "Yes, love, I'll take care of it now so you'll feel better." You slip off your dress, and I reach down to unfasten your bra (I'm used to doing that). Your free tits are always beautiful and arousing; you push a nipple into my mouth, “Suck my baby, suck Mommy's tits." You had never acted like this; it is strange and exciting. My cock is hard, and you notice it; you slip off my pajamas and keep riding me; now there is only nylon separating us, and it is very little.
You are getting wetter and wetter; I can see the droplets forming on your pants; these are things your fans never see. “Mommy, let me lick your juice; I'm so thirsty.” You smirk, and even though you have to give up rubbing your pussycat on my cock, you move over and wrap your legs around my head so that I can lick it down. I hear you let out little cries of pleasure. I suck everything I can. I feel my cock explode. “Mommy, I think I'm ready, but first, can I ask you for a present?” "Sure, honey, Mommy wants you to be happy.” “Can I wear the stockings you're wearing now?” “Mine love? It's okay, I got it.”
You take off your heels and slip off your stockings, then gently slip your stockings on me and take the opportunity to massage my cock with the wettest part of your tights. I see your pussy lips open, wide open, ready to be filled, but we continue to torture each other in reverse, your pussy, my cock, but this time I wear the stockings. It lasts a short time, “Mommy needs her good boy,” and you pull down your pants enough to pull out my member and quickly get it inside you.
You start pumping, slowly at first, then faster and faster and harder. I'm weak, but I manage to slow you down. "Mommy, not like this, then I won't resist." You listen to me with difficulty, but you know I'm right; by now our bodies know each other; we've made love many times, but never like this. You are strangely horny; this thing about being called “Mommy” turns you on in a strange way; you never told me that. I stop you; I'm all inside you, enjoying this moment. I feel the inside of your vagina throbbing; I want to enjoy it longer, but you start again.
We are coordinated; every time you push, I push as well to get in as much as possible. With a finger, I try to stimulate your clitoris, but you take your hand away. “Tonight only Mommy decides how to enjoy.” I feel you are about to orgasm; I recognize the spasms of your vagina, so I let go, hoping to come with you. Unfortunately, I don't succeed, but just barely. I come a few seconds early and flood you, and soon after I feel your orgasm coming too. You slump down, bending toward me, your bare breasts on my chest, your hair everywhere; I hear you gasp, and then you roll away, leaving my cock in the cold. “Good boy, you made Mommy happy; now take the medicine.”
You stick two fingers in your pussycat and pull them out. Full of cum and humor, you stick them in my mouth. ‘Clean it all up. That way you'll heal.' I do as you ask and lick your fingers, then I see you stick your fingers in your pussy again, but this time you are the one licking them. ”Mommy likes her baby's cum; next time you have to come in my mouth." "Alright, Mommy,” and then ”Can I keep your stockings for tonight?“Sure, love, I'm going to take some pictures now, and then I'll come back and we'll sleep together." ”You did great.”
After lunch, since I hadn't eaten anything, you got worried, and so you lay down next to me and hugged me tightly, like I do when I'm the one hugging you.
You smooched on my neck, rubbed my neck a little, and whispered sweet, comforting words to me. You don't like to know that I'm sick, also because we've already skipped the Sunday morning fuck!
The afternoon continues like the morning; now and then you look in and check that I am well and that I don't need anything, but I still need rest, and I sleep almost all the time.
After dinner, something changes. I see that you are getting ready; you are no longer in your comfortable home clothes but in a black dress, high heels, and beautiful tights; you are preparing content for Onlyfans, and even though I am tired, I can see that you look beautiful and seem very excited. They will be lucky your fans will have memorable photos and videos.
But even if you're working, you don't miss a chance to stop by and check up on me; you take care of me all the time, between photos and videos. I'm not jealous; that's how we met, then became close, and then something more; I will always have something your fans will never have: your generous little heart.
Later in the evening, something happens: I hear you enter the room; you're still wearing heels, and I hear your footsteps on the floor. You approach me and ask, ‘How are you, love?’ You've done it before, but this time I feel something different. I can feel how excited you are; I can smell your pussy; you must have made a very exciting video, and you're still not over it. You lean back on the bed, you rub one leg over my hand, and you want to make sure I know you're still wearing stockings; nylons are a passion for both of us, and it turns us both on; normally I would take the initiative, but today I can't, and you realize that.
You lean lightly on me; even though you are much lighter than me, you are afraid of crushing me. I adjust to make you comfortable, and you spread your legs and are totally on top of me. I can see your cleavage perfectly, and I can see your aroused look, and I can feel you press down with your body to my cock, gently moving, to arouse me.
I can't resist you; you look me in the eye and whisper, “Now Mommy is going to take care of you,” and you pull up your dress enough for me to see your naked pussycat under your nylons. So are you getting turned on? Do you like what you see of Mommy? You know she is all about you. You pull the dress up even further, and the view is spectacular, and I can tell you are wet and hot. You move the sheets, you're even closer, and you start thrusting your vulva on me again. I feel the wetness through my pajamas, and I realize that despite the sickness, something is responding well. “Mommy, I'm getting hard; is that okay?” "Yes, love, I'll take care of it now so you'll feel better." You slip off your dress, and I reach down to unfasten your bra (I'm used to doing that). Your free tits are always beautiful and arousing; you push a nipple into my mouth, “Suck my baby, suck Mommy's tits." You had never acted like this; it is strange and exciting. My cock is hard, and you notice it; you slip off my pajamas and keep riding me; now there is only nylon separating us, and it is very little.
You are getting wetter and wetter; I can see the droplets forming on your pants; these are things your fans never see. “Mommy, let me lick your juice; I'm so thirsty.” You smirk, and even though you have to give up rubbing your pussycat on my cock, you move over and wrap your legs around my head so that I can lick it down. I hear you let out little cries of pleasure. I suck everything I can. I feel my cock explode. “Mommy, I think I'm ready, but first, can I ask you for a present?” "Sure, honey, Mommy wants you to be happy.” “Can I wear the stockings you're wearing now?” “Mine love? It's okay, I got it.”
You take off your heels and slip off your stockings, then gently slip your stockings on me and take the opportunity to massage my cock with the wettest part of your tights. I see your pussy lips open, wide open, ready to be filled, but we continue to torture each other in reverse, your pussy, my cock, but this time I wear the stockings. It lasts a short time, “Mommy needs her good boy,” and you pull down your pants enough to pull out my member and quickly get it inside you.
You start pumping, slowly at first, then faster and faster and harder. I'm weak, but I manage to slow you down. "Mommy, not like this, then I won't resist." You listen to me with difficulty, but you know I'm right; by now our bodies know each other; we've made love many times, but never like this. You are strangely horny; this thing about being called “Mommy” turns you on in a strange way; you never told me that. I stop you; I'm all inside you, enjoying this moment. I feel the inside of your vagina throbbing; I want to enjoy it longer, but you start again.
We are coordinated; every time you push, I push as well to get in as much as possible. With a finger, I try to stimulate your clitoris, but you take your hand away. “Tonight only Mommy decides how to enjoy.” I feel you are about to orgasm; I recognize the spasms of your vagina, so I let go, hoping to come with you. Unfortunately, I don't succeed, but just barely. I come a few seconds early and flood you, and soon after I feel your orgasm coming too. You slump down, bending toward me, your bare breasts on my chest, your hair everywhere; I hear you gasp, and then you roll away, leaving my cock in the cold. “Good boy, you made Mommy happy; now take the medicine.”
You stick two fingers in your pussycat and pull them out. Full of cum and humor, you stick them in my mouth. ‘Clean it all up. That way you'll heal.' I do as you ask and lick your fingers, then I see you stick your fingers in your pussy again, but this time you are the one licking them. ”Mommy likes her baby's cum; next time you have to come in my mouth." "Alright, Mommy,” and then ”Can I keep your stockings for tonight?“Sure, love, I'm going to take some pictures now, and then I'll come back and we'll sleep together." ”You did great.”
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