’You’re My Pretty Little Baby Boy’ I Say As I Dress You In The Baby Pink Dress And Place The Frilly

’You’re my pretty little baby boy’ I say as I dress you in the baby pink dress and place the frilly bonnet on your head. You look so precious, when you’re all dolled up for me. I cup your cheeks in my hands and kiss you gently.

I place myself in the chair, placing one leg on the table. You blush as you see that I’m not wearing anything under my dress. I start touching myself, sliding my finger up, making it all wet, and begin circling my clit.

I can see your cock getting harder under the dress. ‘Oh, sweetheart, is this turning you on?’ You nod slowly, not looking me in the eyes. You keep your stare on my pussy, which is now glistening from wetness. I point to the floor between my legs, ‘Come sit here!’ You obey like the good little baby you are.

I take my finger and start tracing your lips with the tip, leaving a trail of wetness on them. I slide my finger in your mouth and you instinctively start to suck on it. ‘Do I taste good, honey?’ You look up at me, my finger still in your mouth, and you moan as confirmation. ‘Mommy has had a very hard day at work and the only thing that’ll help me relax is you. Put your head right here,’ I pat my hand on my thigh. ‘and put your fingers inside me. That’s an order, darling!’

You start by touching my pussy gently, letting your fingers get wet from my juices. You play with my clit before sliding your fingers inside. I gasp when you enter me. You fill me so wonderfully. You glide your fingers over that special spot over and over again, applying just the right amount of pressure, and I moan in response. My breathing gets faster and deeper, and I start moving my hips in the same rhythm as your fingers, and you pick up the pace. My mind relaxes, the stress of the day washed away by the steady motion of your fingers and I cum. It rushes over me like a flood, making me scream your name out loud. You pull your fingers out slowly, while my body shakes from the aftermath of my orgasm.

Your head is still resting on my thigh and I stroke my hand over the soft fabric of the bonnet. I grab your hand and bring it to your mouth. ‘You did so well, my love. Such a wonderful plaything! Now clean your fingers for me, let me see how much you enjoy the taste of Mommy!’