I coax Ella into getting on the bed. Shes so confused she doesn’t even complain or struggle. I lay her in the middle of the bed, and begin fastening her ankles with straps coming from under the mattress. I cut the zip tie off her wrists and quickly tie up her arms the same way before she even realizes what’s happening. The cuffs of the restraints are detachable, so you can keep them on her wrists and ankles, move them to another location, and attach her wherever you want. She keeps muffling things and her eyes are teared up. She’s fully spread eagle in the center of the bed, stretched in all four directions as far as she can go. Soft, light pink pajamas, snowflake pattern on them, so pure. For now.
“There we’re all done. Now we have some time before daddy gets back, so you’re gonna make mommy cum on your face, ok baby?” I don’t wait for a response.
I crawl on top of her as she mumbles and begins struggling at the straps. Straddling her in cowgirl position, I sit my full weight on her. I begin slowly grinding my hips, pressing my pussy into her crotch through both our clothes. “There, feel mommy’s pussy on your pussy.”
I get down on my elbows over her. My tits hang loose in my shirt, brushing against her face. I press them down, smothering her a bit, grinding and gyrating the whole time. Rubbing our bodies together.
I’m still not used to any of the smells in the room. Usually, you don’t notice your own scent, but I’m not myself, so it’s all so fascinating and new. So erotic, all the fresh, feminine smells of soaps and lotions and clean clothes and sheets all starting to rub against one another.
I slide lower and give her kisses all over her face, her wide open mouth and puckered stretched lips, then her neck. Talking baby-talk to her the whole time. I inhale her little girly scent from her neck and hair, fresh and warm. I move down lower, still grinding my pussy, this time on her thigh. I shove my face, my nose, straight into her armpit, rubbing my face around, breathing in deeply. No scent of sweat, hardly anything at all except fruity soap, fresh from bathing recently, such warmth. My pussy is throbbing, plastered to the inside of my shorts.
I lift up a bit to look down at my crotch. A wet spot makes the gray sweatpant fabric dark. Stuck so tight to my pussy, it actually clearly outlines the shape, the puffiness, the lips, the crease down the center. I inadvertently moan in excitement, and hearing the sound of Grace moaning actually turns me on more. “Look Ellie-baby, you made me so wet.”
I crawl upward and place my crotch directly over Ella’s teary eyes, runny nose, stretched mouth. She closes her eyes tight and tries to turn away, but I grab her by the head with both hands to center her face under my pussy as I lower it down. I grind front to back across her entire face as she squeals and mumbles. It feels so good, my heart races, my breathing heavy. “It’s ok. Shhhhh baby just take it on your pretty face.” Always talking to her in a sweet motherly baby voice. She lets out a muffled sob beneath me. “No don’t cry, your nose makes mommy’s pussy feel so good.” I try not to hurt her, rubbing faster and faster, her little nose and the tightly stretched lips with a gag in them creating some nice bumps to grind on.
She moans and squeals, so I plant down hard over the gag in her mouth, feeling the vibration from her voice, the heat of her breath. “God this feels fucking amazing baby”. She quiets down so I start humping front to back again, holding her head steady beneath me the whole time.
I need more so I roll off and find a black vibrator face strap-on in the supplies. I return and stand directly over her head, my back to her body, staring at her hazel eyes beneath me. I start to strip out of my shorts, tight and plastered to my crotch. I hold up the wet spot to my nose and inhale the sharp scent of Grace’s pussy juice. I shiver in excitement, knees buckling a bit.
“Here Ella, smell this, smell mommy cunt juice”. I lower down and shove the wet shorts to her nose as she struggles. “Aw its not that bad is it?” I laugh. I rub them around her nose, digging in her nostrils a bit, out and across her cheek, then over her forehead, leaving a slight trail of wetness across her face, as if a snail had crawled all over her.
I toss the shorts and quickly strap the dildo around her little head, it covers the gag in the mouth, a bad fit but it’ll do. Black dick-shaped vibrator, black straps.
I turn around to 69 position over her head, lower down, “Look baby, this is where you came from, I squeezed you out of this pussy when you were a baby. Do you like it?” I wiggle a bit, then guide the dildo in Grace’s pussy hole. It practically sucks it in, sliding effortlessly, the pussy begging for it. “Oh fuck Ella! Oh my fucking god, this is what it feels like??” I slide all the way down, loving every inch more and more. Bottomed out, I pause to fully take in the feeling. I feel myself molding to its shape, a perfect fit, like it’s meant to be there, my pussy throbbing around it.
Ella’s nose is an inch away from Grace’s asshole I realize. I spread my cheeks. I baby talk some more “Ella baby, hows it look under there, hows your mommy’s asshole look?” I grind in circles a bit, most of my weight pressed down on the poor little girl’s helpless face as she squeals muffled complaints into a dildo strapped to her mouth buried in her mother’s sopping pussy, with nothing to see but her mother’s ass. I grunt, it takes a minute, I press and strain, and finally I’m able to force Grace to toot a tiny wet fart directly into her daughter’s waiting nostrils. I laugh, the situation so unbelievable and wrong. Her mouth unable to breathe, she must sniff in through her nose. She squirms and whimpers helplessly.
I lift up, sliding up the dildo, a sticky sound as my pussy releases a bit of the cock. Then I slam down, hopefully not enough to hurt the poor girl. She gives a muffled scream but she sounds unhurt. Again, slide up, and straight down onto her face below. My ass cheeks lightly patting her face. She keeps moving around, so I have to hold her head, which makes it difficult but also makes more motion and sensations. Up and down I thrust over and over.
This feeling is great, but I need to turn things up, so I reach down and find the switch on the dildo, and holy shit the feeling is unlike anything I’ve ever felt. I immediately realize that while Grace seems sturdy and very used to fucking, she’s also really sensitive. It’s almost painful. Clearly she never does this.
I start bucking and shaking, almost losing my grip on the struggling girl beneath me. “Fucking stop moving Ella!” I yell in a firm tone, and I slap her face lightly to try to subdue her.
I thrust up and down, my head going fuzzy from the insane feeling coming over me. Sloshing sounds from my wet pussy. Pattering sounds from the vibrations rapidly bouncing off of flesh around the dildo. I look down between my legs and see a bit of white cream around the base of the dildo, leaking and foaming from my cunt.