Missy: Day Five – Evening

Day Five: Evening



I looked back at the mirror in the bathroom. My face, flushed from the hot shower, stared back at me. My eyes traveled down my back to my small waist and finally to my bottom. It was still rosy from Mommy’s palm. I lifted my hand and ran it over the fleshy curve of my ass cheek. It was warm to the touch. Shrugging off the discomfort I finished drying off and walked into my bedroom.

Mommy had laid out one of my comfortable night gowns to wear on the bed. It was a light heathered grey color with spaghetti straps, had a stretched out v neck line and reached the middle of my thighs. It was soft from years of washing and was thin enough you could see the outline of my puffy nipples through it. There were no panties with it so I slipped it on over my head and then went downstairs to find Mommy.

I found her in the living room, watching a movie where a couple was having sex in what appeared to be a doctor’s office.

“Hi Mommy!” I said cheerfully, wanting to put my earlier punishment behind us.

She smiled softly in greeting and patted the space next to her on our big cozy grey sectional couch. I plopped down beside her.

“How was your shower Missy-girl?” she asked, her hands reaching up to unbutton and then remove her blouse.

“It was good Mommy! I’m squeaky clean,” I smiled.

“Good good, how’s your little bottom? Sore?” she said, unhooking her blue lace bra.

I shook my head no, “Only a little Mommy, it’s not too bad. My cunny is still hot though,” I explained.

“I know honey, you’ll have to be patient,” she explained as she lifted one of her breasts in her hand, kneading it slightly. “Put your head on my lap baby, I want you to nurse for a little while.”

I did as she asked and laid down on the couch with my head in her lap. My mouth automatically finding the end of her teat and latching on. Warmth burst into my tongue as her milk fell. She moaned in relief at the feeling and I suckled gently as my eyes strayed to the movie on the television.

It didn’t seem to be one of Daddy’s professionally made porn films. It looked like it was hand made or a documentary of sort. A naked man was fucking a young woman in a light blue hospital gown. She was laying back on a gynecological table, her feet in stirrups holding her legs apart. This provided the thin tall man with easy access to her pussy, sawing his average sized cock into her. She was moaning but there didn’t seem to be any passion behind their coupling. I let Mommy’s nipple pop out of my mouth.

“Mommy, why are they having sex at the doctor’s office?” I asked curious.

She guided my head back to her nipple to continue nursing.

“There you go baby, keep suckling. Sometimes ladies want to have a baby so their doctor arranges to have them bred with a live breeding. Some women need some help getting pregnant and traditional fucking just won’t do it,” she explained, running her hand over my hair, down the side of my face. “One day your Daddy is going to want to breed you himself. If you don’t take the first couple of months we’ll talk with Dr. Danielle to help you along. Would you like that honey? For Daddy to give you a baby?”

I nodded my head and sucked harder, the idea of Daddy knocking me up making me get even more turned on.