Guess What Bestie? I'm Your Mommy Now.

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Hey there. Are you alive? Okay, but are you conscious? Hello? Did you forget we were hanging out today? Oh, hell no, I'm not coming back later.

I'm angry and you asked me what? Get your ass out of bed, babe. Now, before I flip the mattress over with you in it.

Well, yeah, but I'm your bitch. Five fucking minutes. Oh, good, you're up.

So, you have zero eggs. Nope, none. Because to make waffles you need eggs.

Yeah, but even if you use a mix, you at least need milk. And if there's any milk lurking in that salmonella shitshow you call a fridge, I don't want to find it. Nope, no almond milk either.

You have five fucking types of popcorn and four varieties of diet soda, but not a single thing that could be used to make an edible breakfast. I've already placed a grocery delivery, should be here by the time you're done getting ready. I got some staples too, because you apparently subsist on grapes, popcorn, and string cheese.

Ah, no need. Just remember my birthday's next month. No, uh, I mean, no, you definitely don't have to cook me anything.

But mommy does like scotch. Who the fuck doesn't have a spatula? How do you even.

.. And all of his spoons are slotted. All of them.

Cool. Cool, cool, cool, cool, cool, cool. There he is! Sorry, sorry, not a morning person, I know.

Breakfast is almost done. Uh, babe? Your shirt's on backwards.

Nope, you just. .. Jesus, okay, you literally just did a full 360 with it.

Hold on. Here, let me. ..

There you go. Now who's dressed like a big boy? In his He-Man t-shirt? Wow, where the fuck did you find a.

.. Hey, I wasn't giving you shit. You look adorable.

No, really, you do. Did you already brush your teeth and shower and all that? I mean, are you sure, though? Okay, you dork.

Breakfast is ready. Come have a seat. Yeah, I'm no dummy, I made a full pot.

I value both our friendship and my life. There you go. Careful, it's hot.

Boy, you need to slow the fuck down. You're gonna burn the shit out of your mouth. Here, have some water.

Hey, are you still taking vitamins? What do you mean, supposed to? Well, have you taken them today? Get on it, then.

Here, bottoms up. Babe, take the fucking pills before I pinch your nose closed and stuff them in your mouth. Oh, you don't think so? Ask my cat.

There you go. Thank you. Now, finish your water.

Yeah, I've met you, so I figured a lid and a straw might be the safest bet. Yep, not my first rodeo, baby boy. Okay, waffle for you.

Do you want maple syrup or strawberry syrup? Nope, you get one or the other. Because you're not a fucking hummingbird, that's why.

How about this? I sliced up some fresh strawberries. You can have some of those and the maple syrup.

I'll even mush them up for you so your brain thinks it's syrup. Deal? That's my boy.

All right, and there you go. Handcrafted artisan strawberry puree, just for you. Eat up, baby.

Hmm? Whatever do you mean? Oh, so you picked up on that, did you? And here I thought I was being so subtle.

Well. .. Okay, so.

For starters, I really liked the Kindle you gave me. Like, really. Oh, trust me, it has everything to do with this.

Sweetie, you do know that just because you deregister a device, it doesn't automatically erase all the content, right? The books. The bookmarks.

The highlights. No, no, no, stay there. No running away from me.

Trust me, I'm not making fun of you. The exact opposite, actually. Just sit your ass back down next to me and let me finish.

Thank you. Please, don't be embarrassed. Hey, I'm glad I saw it.

So glad. I just need to ask you something, and I need you to be 100% honest with me, okay? Hey.

Look at me. It's me, okay? We're good.

We'll always be good. Just, please. Okay, so.

I'm sure you figured out I saw the types of books you read. I'm guessing, based on sheer volume, that you're more than okay with mommy-dom little boy stuff, right? Okay.

Good. But, in those books, I noticed you always highlighted really specific things. Bits about best friends becoming more, women stepping up and taking control, female characters who happen to have glasses and very familiar-sounding features.

Kind of seemed to imply that you maybe had a friend in your life that looks kind of like me, and that you perhaps had more than friendly feelings for? So, I don't know if this is like an awkward silence, or maybe a contemplative one, but it's kind of freaking me out, so if you could just give me a. ..

Yeah? Seriously? Oh, thank fuck.

No, no. Stay put. I'm not done yet.

I just, frankly, needed to know which big epic speech to pivot to, so. .. Hold on to your ass, baby boy.

So, I'm a mommy-dom. I have been since I first learned what sex was and saw my first grown-ass man getting spanked. Porno.

I'm a caretaker at heart and a kinky bitch, and that's the kind of relationship I've been looking for for the past few years. What? Seriously? Oh, really? So, you just tell all your friends and dates that you like to be spanked and dressed in 80s cartoon shirts and fucked on top of a pile of stuffed animals?

That's what I fucking thought. Although I'm sure some of the cock-hungry cougars you work with would love to have that information in their spank banks. Ow! Oh, you are just racking up the demerits, young man.

As I was saying before I was so rudely accosted, I'm a mommy and I've been wanting you in my bed and under my hand for a really fucking long time, but that's not exactly an easy risk-free convo to have when you definitely don't want to fuck up an amazing friendship. You know? You know.

But, thanks to that nerve-wracking chat and your total adorable lack of attention to detail when giving away electronics, I think we're on the same page? Assuming this is all adding up the same for you? Ooh, thank fuck.

Well, in that case, come here, baby. Sit on mommy's lap. Yep.

Right here. Right now. Straddle me.

Nope, I don't want to hear any too big bullshit. What I want is that ass in this lap. Right fucking now.

There he is. Yeah, baby. Does it feel so good to be in mommy's lap? I know I love having you here.

I. .. Fuck, just.

.. Just kiss me. Yeah.

Give mommy your mouth. Oh, fuck. Mmm, baby.

Okay. As happy as I am that you're so into this, and I am very fucking happy, before mommy can break in her new little boy, there are a few consequences that need to be addressed. Yeah? Uh-huh.

Did we forget about covering mommy's mouth? And the smacking of mommy? Nope, doesn't matter, baby.

Little princes who manhandle their mommies get spanked, sweetheart. That's rule number one. I mean, as long as that's okay.

I can always come up with some other more creative punishments if you don't. .. Baby, baby, baby, hold up.

Hold still before you eat shit and take me with you. Here. Get you situated.

Okay, dangle this way, so you can grab the table if you need to. That's it. Now, I'm going to pull down these skimpy little things you generously call underwear, and I'm finally going to see this bare ass I've been dreaming about.

Fuck. Oh, honey. You are rock hard.

Such a naughty little thing, aren't you? All stiff and needy for your first bare ass spanking from mommy. You know, I think I'm going to keep these little mantis as a souvenir.

And tonight, when I'm fantasizing about holding you by your ears and fucking your sweet little face, I'm going to rub them all over my pussy and cover them in my cum. Oh, shit. You really like that thought, don't you, baby? Unfortunately for your horny little ass, you owe me ten smacks, and you're going to count each one out loud for me, okay?

I need words, baby boy. Say, I understand, mommy. Good boy.

Ready? And let's just make man child your safe word for now, okay? Ready, baby? Mommy's going to start now.

Good boy. Fuck, baby, those needy little noises you're making. I can feel you grinding that hard cock into my lap.

Yeah, sweetheart, you're doing so well. You're making mommy so happy and so fucking wet. Those fucking sweet little helpless whimpers.

Holy fuck. You're all done, baby. You did so good for mommy, so good for me.

Now sit down, baby. I'm going to straddle you. Come here.

Stop, stop, stop. One second. Just one second, baby.

Yes, baby, I know you need to come, and I am going to take such good care of you, but I need to hear you say it one more time. That you're mine. That I'm your mommy and you're my baby boy.

And even if this is a little scary, we'll work through it together. Because to be frank, sweetie, you kind of suck at adulting. But that's okay, because mommy's here now, and I want that job more than anything.

Oh, trust me, there are plenty of other things you can do for me. No, baby, as much as I want to see you on your knees, peering up at me with those pretty eyes, that's going to have to wait. My baby boy needs a good, hard fucking, and I need to watch your face as my tight pussy clenches all over your cock.

Oh, not mad at that idea, sweetheart? I'm shocked. Let's get this shirt off of you then.

No disrespect to He-Man. Oh, you're right. I don't need my shirt anymore either.

Or this bra. Baby. Stop staring at mommy and slide your hands on my tits.

Good boy. Now, flick my nipples with your thumbs. Damn, baby.

It looks like your underwear are getting a little too tight for some reason. I think you might need some help here. Good boy.

Now, get on your knees. Reach under my skirt and take off my panties. I know it's right there.

I see you eyeing my pussy, licking those little lips, but you don't get to taste it just yet. Because mommy needs to be filled up with your cum. I want it dripping out of me all night, soaking my panties, reminding me of my baby boy.

Now, sit back down. Let me straddle your lap. Kiss me.

Kiss mommy. Listen very closely, baby. I promise you, I'll take my time with you later.

But for right here and right now, I'm going to put just the head of your cock inside my pussy. And then I'm going to rub my clit until I cum. And you're going to watch.

And when I am still writhing in the aftershave, .