Feel the sliding wet fucking as you tease your clit over and over. Watch yourself. Think about cumming."She needed trigger words. She would intone thi...gs like this and I would repeat them as she worked herself up further and further."Cumming..." she breathed. I could hear the wetness of those fake cocks as they penetrated her, her ass bouncing."Cumming," I countered."Pleasure!" she responded, her voice breaking. The squeaking of her bed was clear to me over the phone. She was fucking. I wanted to do whatever Mommy told me to do. She held her hand over mine and moved it all around, and even pinched my fingers together over her nipple and said she really liked that ‘cause that’s what Daddy does, too. Then she said, “Oh, that’s so nice, honey. Raise up, I want to take your top off.” I did, of course, and now I laid on Mommy’s lap with my new bumps open to the world, below Mommy’s, and her hand cupped them, pinched my tips softly, and I started to feel something happening. I could clearly see the round shape of her breasts heaving underneath, twin bumps of her stiff nipples pushing the fabric up. They looked like jumbo pencil erasers under there. Her undershirt was pulled up to show a strip of that soft, creamy tummy again, just hiding that button I so wanted to explore with my tongue. ‘Ohhhh my God, my GOD, Diana you are so fuckin’ beautiful–‘ I meant it with every fiber of my being. ‘How the fuck are you so fucking beautiful and so fuckin’…? GodDAMN.’ In that. ) I was hesitant because I had never let it grow further so that I would not draw any more attention to my slight build and fairly feminine features, however, I knew she had an amazingly fantastic sense of style and I also had an hypnotic infatuation with this goddess. So I agreed and let it grow. Every now and then she would give me a well timed and placed compliment about my changing figure or longer hair which would make me proud but even more intimidated. Since I was her only employee, I.