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Amelia’s a good babysitter. The best, even.
She has rave reviews all over town. Amazed parents spread the news about how she can wrangle even the most hyperactive child into a quiet, docile, submissive little angel.
How she gets there doesn’t matter. What they don’t know can’t hurt them. But when she shows up to watch notorious little troublemaker, nine year old Jace, she knows exactly what she’s meant to do.
It starts when he refuses lunch. No issues there. She lifts up her skirt and pins his face beneath the weight of her curvy hips, and lets the vibrations of his protests bring her to orgasm until they taper off into silence.
She gets up after that, goes back to folding the laundry, but Jace stays there for several minutes, sprawled on the floor, face wet with tears and the shine of her juices as he stares dazedly up at the ceiling.
When he pitches a fit about having to come inside for dinner, Amelia assumes a similar position on the front lawn: thighs clamped on either side of his face, this time facing away from him, his shorts pulled down around his ankles as she slapped at his cock until it was red and swollen.
Jace was still crying silent tears as he ate his spaghetti.
The end of the night brought what she always looked forward to the most.
After a long day of being put in his place, Amelia suckles at his little cock until it was stiff and nearly purple, before slipping it into the hot, soaked walls of her pussy.
Jace’s wide brown eyes look like they could pop out of his skull as she moves in tight little circles, and it hardly took a few moments of grinding on his baby cock before he was locking up, a wail leaving him in a gasp as his body spasmed.
There’s something so heady about giving a child their first orgasm. Sweaty, flushed faces, big eyes staring up at you like they worship you, like they can’t even comprehend the pleasure that’s flooding their innocent little minds.
Amelia wants to bottle it, wants to grind on his over sensitive little dick until he’s breathless and sobbing, until the only words he can gasp out are no, please, hurts.
”There you go, good boy. Did mommy make you cum?”
His hips shudder beneath her, a jerky, off-rhythm motion as his body twitches and shakes, before finally falling still. He’s completely boneless, eyes half-lidded and his mouth still open on a whine as she clenches around him.
She pumps her walls around the softening little nail of his cock a few more times, punching helpless little whines out of his pink lips, before he’s uttering two little words that send her tumbling over the edge.
”Thank you, thank you.”
Amelia gives a sharp, wounded moan, toes curling as her cunt clamps down, making him nearly scream as gushes of slick run down his tiny balls.
”Sweet boy,” she groans, falling forward, heedless of the breath that’s punched out of him as her weight settles on top of him. “Good boys get mommy’s pussy, Jacie. You’ll be good for mommy, won’t you?”
He doesn’t answer verbally, maybe can’t, but she feels the soft texture of his hair tickle her chest as he nods into her breasts.