“Well, that has a much simpler answer. Similar to how you were when I was stepping inside a few minutes ago and your little alone time yesterday, it definitely helps me when you moan out exactly what you want when you’re deep in your own fantasies.”
Wait, hang on a moment. You mean to tell me that all of what I was thinking was actually being screamed at the top of my lungs?
“Hm,” I say after realizing it, “That’s good to know. Um, you mind reminding me to kill Phoibe later?”
“What for?” mom asks through a chuckle,
“She was actually the one who put those thoughts in my mind. Right after you gave us those pies, she went on and on about how great your ass looks and stuff. Had she not said any of that, I probably would have better control of my desires.”
“Well, consider what that one interaction between you two led to. I mean, here you are, sitting on the kitchen floor with mommy dearest straddling your lap full to the brim with your warm, sticky, creamy, delicious cum. So it’s not all bad, huh?”
“I guess you’re right.”
“I know I am, baby.”
She gives me a couple pats on the cheek before reaching into my pocket and pulling out my phone. She then stands up, saying,
“Now, open up.”
Confused, I do as instructed before she brings her hand to the back of my head and pulls my face into her pussy, moaning as I start licking her clean. After a few seconds go by of me collecting my fluids from her cunt, I hear the sound of my camera as she giggles at me before saying,
“Instead of killing her, maybe she deserves a reward like the sight of your adorable little face being stuffed with a different kind of cream pie.”
“You proud of that joke?” I ask after she releases my head,
“Very. Now, with her being too secretive about her interests in me, I feel it’s only fair that she be punished. After all, secrets are only for the deceptive. And this isn’t a deceptive household, is it?”
I shake my head, grinning ear to ear as I already start envisioning different ways that we could punish that little monster.
“Exactly,” she continues, “So how about we invite her over to show her why it’s always good to let your feelings be known?”
“Mom, you read my mind.”