Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357
D and I had a long morning of running errands and cleaning up from the weekend. It was midafternoon by the time he finally sat on the couch with a huff. I grinned as I straddled his lap, my hands planting against his pecs. A soft moan slipped from D as I ground the crotch of my little cotton shorts against the zipper of his jeans and leaned in to press my mouth to his softly. “I haven’t seen you go potty in a while,” I murmured against his lips.
His hands shifted on my hips, and I could tell he was getting anxious. My fingers moved down his belly to the waistline of his jeans, and I pulled the material up so I could peek inside. He was wearing his cartoon training pants instead of boxers. I moaned and looked up at him. “You aren’t gonna have an accident for Mommy, are you?”
Mommy Piddles Your Pants
“No!” D blushed and pulled my hips tighter against his crotch. “I’m a big boy.” My hand sunk inside his jeans to cup his balls through the buttery soft fabric of his training pants.
“You might be….” I pulled my hand free and scooted higher on his lap. Exhaling softly to relax my tense muscles and allow myself to dribble over him. ‘But Mommy isn’t.” He looked down where my little shorts grew damp, and soon his jeans were dark blue where I’d piddled on him. The hot mess soaked not only through my shorts and his jeans but right through his protective training pants as well. He groaned and humped up against my wetness.
“No fair, Mommy! I have to go so bad.” He squirmed under me as I pushed on his lower tummy with both hands.
“You’re already wet, just let go for Mommy.” I encouraged with a wicked grin.
Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357
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