“I know you’re upset that I’m going on a date tonight. I understand but sometimes mummy just needs grown up conversation and a really big cock. Why don’t you kneel down here as I’m getting ready? I’ll finish you off just before I leave.”
I’ve got a date tomorrow with an older woman who has big boobs. I hope she decides to keep me and make me her humpy pet.
Give me a brainwashing audio to listen to and some lacey pink knickers to wear and have me kiss and worship and love your feet as you call up my crush and tell her about all my kinks.
I just want a motherly woman who fills out a low cut cardigan to ruin me for other women just because it amuses her.
“Baby you know your peeny is too small for sex. Take your frillies off, get on all fours and you can have two minutes of humpies with mummy’s hand. But you won’t need that long will you?”
I wish I had a mummy who was going out on a date night tonight and leaving me at home tied up and listening to brainwashing tracks so I love and respect and need her more.
Tell me how happy and honoured I feel to be going down on you as I’m going down on you.
“Please may I have a cummie this evening, mummy, please?”
“Oh baby, I was about to tell you you could have a cummie tonight but now you’ve asked I can’t. You know the rules. No asking for cummies ever. You’re going to have to wait at least another month now. But don’t worry, I’ll be here to help you cope.”
I want to be kept denied and naked and caged. And then when I’m unlocked I’m so proud of my little erection that I don’t realise I should be embarrassed at being kept naked and needy.
I want to be put in a nappy and dressed in very childish clothing, then taken by the hand and led down the street by a mummydom. When she finds a nice-looking woman (or, even better, a group of women) she asks me if I think they’re attractive. When I say yes I’m asked for specifics. “She’s got a nice bottom, mummy” etc. Then mummy tells me, kindly but firmly, to go over and tell the nice lady that I think she’s got a nice bottom.