A familiar dark thrill courses through my body as I grind my hips against her abdomen. “You can do it, baby. Just close your eyes and focus on how full your bladder feels. And how happy it will make your Mommy for you to use your diaper.”
Need flickers across her cherub-like face. A need that has nothing to do with sex and everything to do with love and approval. Perhaps I should feel guilty, leveraging her desperate need for validation—just one of the things I picked up while stalking her social media—against her.
But I don’t. I’ve never claimed to be a good person, so why start lying to myself now?
“Will you… be proud of me?”
Jackpot.
Bearing down on her even harder, I nod. “Yes, baby. Mommy will besovery proud if you use your diaper. Do you want that, little imp? Do you want Mommy to be proud of you and tell you what a good, brave girl you are?”
She does. I can see it, that aching need glinting in her eyes. “Yes,” she whispers, the sound strangled with tears.
“Then do it, baby. Let go and fill your diaper so Mommy can show you how proud she is.”
I watch, my heart thumping against my chest with excitement as her eyes flutter closed. As she holds her breath, her nose scrunching slightly.
And then as the sound of her filling her diaper meets my ears.
When her eyes fly open again, round and full of wonder, I lean forward again.
“Good fucking girl.”
Alexis
It doesn’t seem to matter to my pussy that we just had an earth-shattering orgasm back at Doctor D’s office. The moment Catharina leans over me, her husky voice whispering in my ear, my entire body lights up with need.
“Good fucking girl.”
Yes. Me. I’m your good fucking girl. Let me show you how good I am at fucking, please, Mommy.
As if she hears my silent pleas, Catharina smiles, and even in the dark little room her hair makes for us, I can see the depravity in that simple gesture.
“Do you still want Mommy to fuck your face, pretty girl?”
Nobody’s ever called me pretty before, and I have the fleeting thought that I could love her for that alone. “Yes, Mommy.”
“Have you ever eaten pussy before, baby?”
“No. Um, I’ve never been with a woman… like that.”
Her smile deepens. “A virgin. How delightful.” A gentle hand cups my breast, teasing the bud of my nipple through the fabric. “But you want to be with Mommy, don’t you, Alexis?”
“Yes.” A breath of a whisper.
“My pretty little baby,” she croons, pinching my nipple so I arch into her touch with a whimper. “Mommy is going to ride this pretty face, but no matter how much you enjoy it, you arenotto touch yourself. Am I understood?”
The thought of trying to touch myselftherewhile my diaper is full of urine makes me cringe. And yet, something tells me I’ll still need to resist the urge while she’s riding my face.
But I want to please her, as much as I want my next breath, so I nod. “Yes, Mommy.”
“Good.” Shifting forward, she straddles my face, and I realize with a jolt of excitement that she’s bare beneath her form-fitting dress. She settles onto me with a contented sigh, her pussy hovering just over my mouth.
When she speaks again, her words are slightly muffled, but I can still hear her instructions. “Mommy likes plenty of tongue and some sucking. Just on my clit though.”
And with that, she gives me her full weight, smothering me with the sharp scent of her pussy. I open my mouth, tentative at first, lapping at her swollen clit.
“Oh.” She sighs it, and my pussy clenches at the sound. “Just like that, baby. But a little more pressure.”
