Raising up on her elbows to watch her son, Gail whispered. “Go on baby, don’t be shy. You can play with mommy’s kitty cat. If you are really nice to it and stroke it softly maybe you can make it purr huh?”
“I’ll try Mommy,” he said before reaching down between his legs with one hand. Deliberately, he stroked the soft blond tufts of hair covering Gail’s pussy as he looked up at her with an innocent smile, “Nice kitty cat. Its fur is soft Mommy and I like petting it.”
“You do baby?” she asked in a hoarse voice full of pent up desire.
“Yes, but how do I make it purr? Can you show me?”
Raising herself up into a sitting position she told him. “Now listen to Mommy and do what she says OK?”
“Yes,” Bobby replied with a keen eagerness like someone who was about ready to play with a new favorite toy.
“First, it helps if you get two of your fingers nice and wet. Give me your index and middle fingers honey.”
Smiling at him, she carefully sucked each of them into her mouth getting them nice and wet before guiding them down and in between her legs.
“Now start petting mommy’s kitty cat nice and soft like before hon using those two fingers.”
She spread her legs wider allowing him full access as he carefully used his fingers to stroke the tufts of hair around her vagina.
“Now feel around hon with your two fingers until you find your mommy’s wet little hole and then just slide your fingers up and inside of her. Here, let me help you and once you are inside you can just slide your fingers in and out, nice and slow and then faster sometimes.”
She wrapped her hand around his, directing his fingers to the opening of her moist cunt– without actually entering it– as she whispered, “This is where if you really want to make Mommy’s kitty purr you need to concentrate hard on your petting and stroking of her kitty cat, hon. You think you can remember on your own after I let go of your fingers.”
“Yes, Mommy,” he said. “I’ll remember.”
“And one more trick to make Mommy’s kitty purr is here baby . . .” She held her hand up before wiggling her thumb. “Use one of your thumbs to touch mommy here.” She first pointed to her clit before guiding his index finger to it, allowing him to touch it briefly before she pulled his finger away.
“Now remember this baby . . . what I just showed you is the kitty cat’s secret love button. I mean she just loves to be stroked and petted there and if you do it nice and slow and gentle, applying just a bit of pressure, you will really make mommy’s pussy purr, sweetheart.”
Again he answered with a simple, “OK Mommy,” using that sweet childlike voice so full of innocence that was actually turning her on all the more as she patiently played her role of teacher.
“Are you ready to play with Mommy’s kitty on your own now honey?” she asked desperately hoping he would say yes.
“I just have one more question Mommy.”
“OK, go ahead and ask sweetheart.”
Looking up at her, the expression on his face was one of total innocence, melting her heart and setting her world on fire, he asked his question. On the surface, his question would have seemed abundantly silly, but somehow it fit perfectly into the way things were progressing thus far.
“Will your pussy cat down there really purr just like Felix when I used to pet him,” he asked.
Before answering she squeezed his hand tight. “Actually, instead of the purring, you will hear Mommy began to moan louder and louder and that’s when you know you are doing good baby and making her kitty cat purr with pleasure . . . OK?”
Releasing his hand, she whispered, “Now you try playing on your own baby. Just remember be gentle and listen for your mommy to begin to moan a bit. I’m going to just lay back and relax and let you have your playtime. OK sweetheart?”
“Yes, OK,” Bobby replied.
The last thing Gail witnessed before closing her eyes and falling back on the pillow was Bobby, an intently serious express on his innocent face, raised up on his knees and facing her, while leaning forward to stare fixedly down, and in between her legs, as he brought his two fingers up to his mouth.
Gail felt Bobby once again stroking the soft tufts of her pubic hair as he whispered, in the sweetest and cutest of voices, “Nice little kitty cat, I’m going to make you purr.”
Resisting the urge to giggle, Gail instead whispered to her son, “You like petting mommy’s kitty cat baby. Her hair is nice and soft huh. You know your mommy uses a special oil to make the kitty’s fur down there nice and soft.”
“Yes, I like petting kitty, Mommy.” As he continued to stroke her hair softly, his voice suddenly turned serious. “You don’t let anyone else play with your kitty cat or even touch it at all . . . do you?”
“No, of course not, baby,” she answered truthfully.
“What about you Mommy,” he asked again using that same serious voice, “have you played with your kitty cat yourself since I have been gone.”
“No honey, I haven’t. Mommy has been saving her kitty cat for you and you alone to play with.”
“Good,” he said in a voice appreciably softer now that he was reassured his mommy had been so very good and chaste, saving herself just for him.
After a few more of his delicate, maddening strokes, Gail let out a soft moan as she felt the first of his fingers slide up and inside of her. “Does that feel good Mommy? Does kitty like that?”
“She d-does . . . a lot,” Gail said her words catching in her throat as Bobby began to keenly work his finger in and out of her pussy with increased confidence.
Spreading her legs a bit wider, as an invitation to her son he should explore a bit deeper beyond her sparse jungle of pubic hair, Gail sighed as Bobby carefully inserted a second finger up and inside of her.
“Wow Mommy you kitty cat feels nice and warm and wet,” Bobby cried enthusiastically.
The sex starved Gail’s only response was another quiet moan, which only grew louder as Bobby’s thumb found her clit. Applying the lightest of pressure, he began to rotate his thumb gently around in a circle against it as his fingers continued to slip in and out of her now soaking wet pussy.
He increased the speed of his fingers sliding in and out of her, just as he increased, by gradual bounds, the pressure he was applying to her clit with his playful thumb, causing Gail to start to squirm all over the pillow chair with her moans of pleasure increasing in intensity.
“This is fun, Mommy . . . playing with kitty and I’m doing good making her purr real nice huh?”
“Yes you are baby, but if you really want to make her purr maybe you could try giving her some sweet kisses.”
“Really kitty likes kisses?” he asked as he pulled his hands away.
“Yes all over but especially on her secret spot where your thumb is at. There she likes to be petted there with a tongue. You want to try honey?”
Of course she knew his an answer as Bobby was already positioning himself between her legs. Gail raised up for a moment to watch as her son lowered his mouth slowly between her legs.
Closing her eyes again while falling back onto the pillow, Gail spread her legs wider as Bobby went to work. His tongue lapped at her clit with a delicate precision causing her to whimper with unabashed pleasure, especially as he added a finger to the mix, moving it in and out of her with a varying speeds.