Your Good Boy Reminds You Why You Keep Him Around

Transcript

Welcome home! How was work? Did you have a good day? Was it rough? Was that one co-worker just being the worst again? I can't remember their name.

Yes! Yes! I know they're often the reason for your frustration.

I'm sorry that you have to deal with them. You know, I've said it once and I'll say it again. If you want me to go over to your work for you and teach them a lesson, you know I'll always stick up for you, right?

Hmm? Are you sure? You know I don't mind.

Least I could do for you looking after me and all that. You're such a wonderful mommy for me and I just want to be a good boy for you. I'm glad you think so.

Um, I didn't really do a whole lot. Played some video games. I did the laundry and.

.. Oh! And I washed the dishes like you asked.

Um, I wasn't sure what to make. So I figured I'd wait until you got home to ask and if it's something that took a long time, we could just order. I don't like to bug you at work.

And I didn't think like asking what you wanted to eat was worth a call. You already work so hard when you're at work and then you come home and I just hang around here all day and. ..

Like I get the cleaning and stuff done but I just. .. There's not a whole lot of it.

It's just us here so it's really not much and. .. Yeah.

No, no, no. I get that you don't just keep me around to clean but. ..

I don't know. It's just. ..

I appreciate you a lot, Mommy. I just don't want you to ever doubt that. I love when you call me a good boy.

Sorry. I'm bombarding you, aren't I? I didn't even give you a chance to take off your shoes yet.

How about I find something to put on as background noise? And then we can figure out dinner? Okay.

Hmm. What's on? Hmm? No, no.

I did the dishes. There shouldn't be any dirty ones. Did I? I'm sorry.

You're right, though. I guess you, uh. ..

You really don't keep me around just to clean, huh? Hey. Don't act like you forget why I'm here.

Well, you actually keep me around. You need me to remind you? Hmm? Does my Mommy need a reminder? Of why she works so hard every day? Hmm? A reminder of what a good boy I can be for my Mommy? Hmm? Hmm? Hmm? A reminder? Of why you really keep me around? I'd be happy to show you.

You like that? When I manhandle you? Hmm? It's one reason you keep me around, isn't it? Hmm? Because I'm strong? And I can pick up whatever you want me to? Hmm? Even if it's you? Hmm? Let's brush this skirt off.

It's kind of annoying. I'm gonna show you all the other reasons that you keep me around. Turn your head.

You need me to kiss this neck? You know it gets so sore. You get stressed at work? This side? This side? You need kisses? You think that soreness will go away? And legs? Don't you? Tell me, Mommy.

I'm right, aren't I? Can you nod for me? That's my girl.

That's my Mommy. That's not all. I'm really good at undoing buttons, too.

And undressing you? I know that doesn't seem like much, but after a long, hard day at work, I know you appreciate it. I know you like having my big hands run along your sides like this.

Run along your skin. Up your back. Just touch you all over.

Feel you. You like it, don't you, Mommy? That's why you keep me around.

For my kisses. For my lips. For how well I can take off your bra.

Single-handedly. So I can squeeze your thigh with the other. But that's not all.

I want to wipe your nipples, too. My tongue. It's sucking and flicking.

While squeezing the other one. That's the real reason, isn't it? It certainly sounds like it's the reason.

I think you've made more moans than you've said words since you've been home. You really do love it, don't you, Mommy? The way I lick and suck your nipples.

I'm going to squeeze these fucking tits. I know you love it. But if you won't tell me, turn around.

I can just keep showing you more and more reasons. Is that one of the reasons? Is that one of the reasons? That my big hands and the sound they make smacking against your ass and the handprint they leave against it.

Is that a reason, Mommy? Is that why you keep me around? Not just the strength, but also the size difference? It certainly feels like that's the reason.

Your panties are completely soaked through. You're absolutely drenched, Mommy. You better take these off of you.

Wet clothes will give you a cold. Oh. So fucking yummy.

My mommy tastes the best. Is this the reason? Eating your pussy from behind? Grabbing your ass while I do it? Pressing you into the counter? Making you scream in the kitchen? Just moaning with pleasure? Oh.

Is that the reason? Is that why you keep me around? Oh, help me, Mommy.

Help me. Is that why I'm such a good boy? Hmm? Hmm? Mommy.

As much as I love your moans, I do want to hear you tell me what a good boy I am. And if these are the reasons you actually keep me around, since it's obviously not my dishwashing. But, if you can't bring yourself to say any words, you can just come for me.

Hmm? You want to come for me? Come on, you good boy's tongue.

Show me what a good boy I am. Oh. Come on, Mommy.

Hmm? Come for me? Come for me? Come for me, Mommy? Come on.

Come for me. Come on. Hmm? Hmm? Hmm? You're such a good girl for me, Mommy.

Hmm? Hmm? You stay right there.

Hmm? That's for you the real reason you keep me around. I know all along.

Anybody can kiss your neck. And lift you up. And handle you.

Even eat your pussy. But nobody, nobody's cock fills you up just like mine. Isn't that right, Mommy? Nobody's cock stretches you out just like this.

Oh, fuck. Nobody's cock. Oh, my God.

Oh, nobody's cock fucking forces its way into your little hole like this. Hmm? You know your good boy's a dick, don't you, baby? You do.

Tell me, Mommy. Tell me how good it fucking feels. And tell me how good I stretch you.

Mm-hmm. Oh, tell me, Mommy. I wanna hear it.

Mm-hmm. Mm, yes. Oh, fuck, that turns me on.

Call me a good boy again, Mommy. Come on. Oh, fuck.

Mm, tell me how good I fuck you. Mm, tell me how good I fill you up. Oh.

Mm, does it make your pussy feel good, baby? Mm? Oh, I know it does.

Oh, I fucking know it does. Mm? Oh, I know it does because it squeezes so fucking tight.

Mm, and I can feel its spasms. It's spinning around me. Oh.

And it just keeps getting wetter and wetter. Oh, fuck. The more I go.

Mm, and you make delicious moans for me. The yummy, yummy sounds. Oh, fuck.

And you know I love Mommy's moans. Oh, fuck. Uh-huh.

Mm. Almost as much as Mommy loves my cock. Huh? Mm, you want to come on your good boy? Come again? Mm? I know you like it.

Oh, fucking deep like that. Oh, a little faster from behind. Uh-huh.

You want to come on my cock? Mm? Come on, Mommy.

Come on my cock. Come again. I want to feel your cock fucking crunch on me.

Come on, Mommy. Come on. Come for me.

Oh. Oh. Mm, this is my girl.

Oh. Oh, this is my funny girl. You're the best fucking Mommy.

You're the best Mommy. Uh-huh. Mm.

Mm, that's why I take care of her when she gets home. I put her on the counter and give her kisses. Mm, I take off her clothes.

I worship her delicious body. I bend her over and I give her all the orgasms she needs to forget her day at work. Mm, I just make you feel good.

Mm, just fuck every worry out of you. And fill you with pleasure.