TBaby/The Thatcher Family/Veronica/Third Thursday/Mummy's Bedroom
When he lifts you up, you wrap your hands around behind his neck and feel his hands underneath your bottom as he carries you into Mummy's bedroom. He stands at the bottom of her bed for a few moments and then, in one smooth motion, he throws you onto your back, making you bounce on the springs. When you spread your legs and rub your winkle, the thought that he's watching, makes it feel even better than usual.
You lift your head up and you see that he's rubbing his stiff cock and then he climbs up onto the bed, gets on top of you and presses his lips against yours. You stick your tongue out at the same time as him, but his big tongue pushes your little one back into your mouth and it feels almost like it did when he put his cock in.
Suddenly, you realise you can't breathe and try to push him off, but he doesn't understand and keeps pushing his tongue further in. Just as you're beginning to panic, he stops and gets back on his knees, watching you as you get your breath back. "Sorry Princess," he says as he shuffles back a bit and then blows a big raspberry on your tummy, which makes you laugh.
After blowing a couple of raspberries, he moves further down, kissing and licking your tummy and then he catches hold of your legs and he's kissing your winkle, just like Mummy does. He is a bit rougher than Mummy, but when he starts trying to push his tongue right inside, just like he did in your mouth, it feels amazing and you can hear yourself making a funny moaning noise.
Suddenly, he sits up and just as you lift your head to see what he's doing, the white stuff comes squirting out at the end of his willy. There's loads of it and it goes all over you. When you put your hands in it, feels all squishy and you spread it around, especially down to that nice place between your legs. For a moment, he looks as if he's going to do something else, but then he gets off the bed. "Come on Princess," he says, "we'd better get you cleaned up before mummy gets home."
In the bathroom, he sits down with you on his lap and you can feel his willy all squished up against your slippery winkle and you wonder if he wants to put it inside and what that would feel like. When he says he loves you, you lean back for a kiss. "I love you too Unka Jason," you say as he carries you into the shower.
When he tucks into bed he says something about not telling Mummy, and you wonder why not, since what he does and what Mummy does isn't all that much different.