(A/N If I had it to do over again I would use kittie for playing kittens and Kitty for the nickname Sam calls Cat sometimes. Also, if you took the time to count it, I've given the girls one more weekend then there were weeks in the time between #MadAboutShoe and #MagicAtm. I told you Call Me Momma took place over a magical weekend.)
I'm not going to say that it didn't make me horny when Sam tore my dress off. Because I don't lie to you and we share secrets. Although, don't think I haven't noticed that you never told me any. And I don't know if she was Momma then but I don't think so because I'm pretty sure I called her Sam a few times after that.
I didn't even have my pretty collar yet then and I think I even called her Sam after I got it before the first time she corrected me.
But I'm going to call her Momma from when she gives it to me, just to be safe. And if we ever play kittens again, and just because it's such a fun game even when I am wearing it just in my head, I'm going to call her Momma. Both in my head and when I'm talking to you. I am also going to do it sometimes just as a nickname like we have done as long as I've known her. I guess you will tell the difference by context, and when it's just a nickname I am unlikely to do it twice in a row.
To get me that pretty collar and go to all the trouble to plan a whole weekend for me, and keep it a surprise. I knew Sammy-lamb was so much more thoughtful and kind than she wanted people to think. But in reality Momma is everything a kitten could want in an owner.
And the dinner. And making me sit on the table and be her food! And the parking lot!
It's like she put my head in the the brain frogging machine and set it to keroppi.
The ride home wasn't long. Five minutes maybe. I don't know, I was pretty blissed out. But when we got into the house, I dropped to my hands and knees and started trying to fight my clothes off.
I'm not sure why I did it.
Okay, I'm not sure why I did it beyond the two reasons of: I was playing and I just wanted to be naked for Momma.
But why wasn't I undressing like a person? Why didn't I say something? Why was I suddenly fighting at my clothes like a kitten in a sweater? I can't answer those any better than the playing answer.
But Momma took it.
"It's okay, it's okay kitten." Momma said, dropping down and petting me. "Momma will get those nasty old clothes off you."
She quickly had me skinned down.
She sat on the floor for a moment, pulling me to her and petting me. "There we go. All pretty and naked for Momma. Such a good girl, such a pretty naked girl."
I moved a bit and rubbed myself on the hand she wasn't petting me with. I know she noticed but did it again, just so she knew it wasn't an accident.
"You slutty girl," She said with a smile, "Are you really trying to present to me? My little kitten really is in heat isn't she?"
I slid the rest of the way off her lap and presented myself fully to her. Low to the ground with my bottom back and out. My sweetheart's gift open and offered. Although in this case maybe it was my slut's gift. I don't know if I was wet enough to be dripping. I don't know if people did that in real life.
But this felt real. And, honestly, this felt like heat. I felt hot and heavy. Thick and full and distended to use a word that could only possibly be sexy to me and only possibly in this context and only possibly because I was feeling it and it felt good.
I felt pretty full already, and my kitty sluthole felt so heavy with need or want or whatever this was. But when Momma's fingers went in, it was a whole different game.
This was electric and aquatic. It was wet and volcanic and incredible. Momma's fingers felt thick and rough and strong but only because I felt so raw and sensitive a feather would have flayed my nerves. But it was good. Everything was so good. So much more than I felt I could stand, but so good.
I don't know what noises I made. I know Momma was forced to give me a pillow to bite and I bit it gladly and dug my nails into it and screamed into it.
How can something feel so hard its like a beating on your womb, like a storm in your gut; and be good? Not just good in the end but good right the way down. I was liking it at the time. I didn't know if I could take the next one. I worried the next one might break me. But even during the hardest tidal wave thrust I enjoyed every second.
Either hole or both together, it was the same.
Wave upon wave. Every one mind-blowing, every one satisfying and every one could happily have been my last.
But then there was that little voice remembering Momma telling me to look on the bright side and a slutty kitty doesn't know any better than to ask for things I would be ashamed to admit wanting. Momma didn't seem to be tired or sore and I was tired and sore in the best ways so I decided to keep trying for one more.
When I stopped her, it was not because I couldn't take another wave. But because I couldn't spend another moment not kissing her.
"Thank you Momma, thank you. Momma please, could you kiss me now."
"Not here on the floor I couldn't." Momma said.
"Of course not." I agreed. Disappointed because I loved her kisses so, but I did see the logic.
"More than once I mean. To give you a souvenir to remember me on the trip to the bedroom." She said, grabbing me and kissing me.
Momma is the best owner in the world.
Momma went into the bedroom and climbed onto her bed.
Tonight we normally would be sleeping in my bed, but I think we could all agree that expecting the person to sleep in the pet's bed was silly. I just hoped I would still be allowed to sleep in her bed as a kitten.
But I wasn't sure how to ask without talking and even though I hadn't been told not to, I really didn't want to. Just like even though we were doing kissing on the mouth and I definitely wanted to be a kitten that did kissing on the mouth right now I did not want to be a kitten that did talking right now.
I crawled into the bedroom as fast as I could and scurried up onto Momma's bed.
I nuzzled into her neck then started licking her face a little bit.
Apparently I also wanted to be a kitten that did face licking. Oh and everything licking. I wanted to be a kitten that did that. But most of all kissing right now. Right now I really needed to be kissed and kissed properly.
I presented my lips to be kissed. Which Momma did. "Such a sweet fun kitten. And such a slutty kitty too. Her surprised Momma. After here and the restaurant, plus all she took in the parking lot. Then to go wild for it the moment we get in the door. Momma's impressed."
I gave her a little hum moan in the back of my throat. I wanted to purr for her but I wasn't sure how far we were taking this kitten thing and I was scared she wouldn't want to kiss me while I was making animal noises.
She made me feel so good and safe and pretty. She made me feel so precious.
She was so exquisite herself. I couldn't imagine anyone making me feel like this. It was like a different world. Like kitten collar, lick me on the table of a fancy restaurant, play with my bottom on the hood of a car world wasn't even the same world where I had friends and school and dishes that needed to be washed. Momma was the key. Momma made everything extraordinary. Momma made the dishes magical and Momma created the kitten collar world that wouldn't even be here without her. Momma with the pink soft lips I was losing myself in kissing.
I don't know how long it was before I had a thought that was a complete sentence and not some fragment version of: More. Warm. Love this. Yum, tongue. Momma broke away and said, "Momma wants to give her kitten a bath,"
Well whatever Momma wants, Momma gets. And Momma wants me. I was in heaven.
I crawled in after Momma. She was filling up the tub. Sitting on the side. She smiled at me when I sat on the towel by her foot. "Now you're gonna be a good kitten in the bath for Momma right?" Momma asked.
I nodded big and enthusiastically.
"Oh, so you don't want to talk right now kitty?" Momma asked.
I shook my head real big.
"That's okay kitty, you can be as much of a kitten as you want. Now do we need to wash your hair tonight?" Momma asked me.
I didn't know how to answer that. It was up to her.
She seemed to realize my concern. "Did you wash it this morning?" She clarified and I smiled and nodded.
"Good girl." She said, brushing my hair then splitting it into two and doing the double bun that would be my kitty ears on top of my head. "There, that's out of the way."
As she petted me, I moved to bury my face between her legs, smelling her through her panties. "Woot, slutty kitten. What are you doing good girl? Do you want to lick Momma or are you just sniffing?"
I had been happy to smell. I had not been really thinking at all, just being in the moment. However, as soon as she said 'lick' I took the gusset of her panties in my teeth and started trying to tear through it.
"Naughty." Momma said, tapping me on the bottom with three fingers together. "If you want to lick Momma, you let Momma know. Then you wait patiently to see if Momma will allow it. Do you want to be punished?"
I nodded vigorously. Much moreso than on any of the questions she'd asked before.
This kitten game was more fun than anything. But had never occured to me, and might never in a billion years if Momma hadn't brought it up. But the idea of Momma spanking my bare bum or even my front part til they were pink or even red. Or the idea of Momma biting me pretty much anywhere hard enough to mark, those were punishments that had occurred to me long before I thought she might one day admit that she owned me. I've obviously known she owned me for some time.
Of course mean Momma, who is perfect and not mean. But is not spanky it seems either, took my nod to being punished as a reason to pull me from the bathroom and put me in the corner. So I am pouting so hard.
"Count to ten and you can come away." Momma said.
I shook my head.
"The bath is full and Momma's pussy is waiting. Count to ten and come give me kissies or I pull out the plug and everyone goes to bed cranky."
I put up my hand with my fingers folded under into a paw and scuffed it down the wall, like those cats that can count in funny videos.
"Good kitty, that's one."
Knowing for sure that I knew what to do and I was a good kitty again, I counted to ten and came back in the bathroom and to the warm embrace of Momma's thighs. She scratched my head between my 'ears' and petted down my neck. Tickling her fingers down my back as I licked her.
She tasted so good. I loved her freshly washed, but I loved her sweaty too. There wasn't a way I didn't love to lick Momma. Honestly, I'm glad she was sweaty now because I was feeling animally and I'm glad there was a scent for my heat to grab onto. I could feel my own vulva getting heavy with need again just tasting and smelling Momma.
I could feel my nectar leaking a bit and I knew it was unusual for me to get this wet this fast. But not as unusual as it was for me to want her to shove my face in there and pull my hair. Just grab those knots like handles and ride my face like the saddle of a bronco.
I pushed myself in deeper; licking and sucking. She tasted so good and she felt so good on my lips and my tongue.
Momma leaned back against the wall a bit and put her hand in my hair. "Yes, oh yes!" I moaned into her as I licked and sucked and she pulled my hair and rode my face.
I didn't want to bring my fingers into it, because of the two-fold reason of: I was a kitty and I had just been crawling around on the floor. But Momma understood that and she worked her own clit while I took care of licking her like a lust crazed kitten.
She stopped working her clit so she could use both hands to spread herself open to me, which I really appreciated. And said, "Thank you Momma... Thank you Momma... Thank You Momma." Just like the 'yes oh yes'; it wasn't something I thought about. It wasn't something that even had anything to do with my decision to be a kitten and not talk. I was desperately and voraciously licking out the woman who was my world. This was so much more primal than games. Even the primal animalistic game we were playing.
Even a game that made me feel like this.
And in that moment I felt so grateful for the opportunity to lick her and for the assistance she gave in the form of opening up a bit more so I might get in deeper.
After her giving and giving all night to me, I wanted to give back, and I think she needed to be given back to. Not that those thoughts were conscious. Not that conscious thought of any kind was going on.
I licked as deeply as I could and I licked around the edges. I licked her hands to thank her and I licked her hands because I liked to lick her hands and then I licked those of her fingers I was sure I tasted some juice on.
I licked her sweet button and I began to lick my way down. Then I decided I hadn't really given it it's due and came back to her button for more licking. I kissed her and licked her and sucked her til she stood out like a little pink mushroom. A magic mushroom whose power was driving me insane with lickiness.
I took Momma's hands away with a whispered "please" and put them back on my head while I moved in to kiss Momma's sweet love lips.
She was about to blast off but she obviously heard because she took my face and let me do what I was doing.
This one was more of a keening moan.
Longer and more musical in character.
Not what I might have said then, but looking back.
I don't know whether it was because I was kissing and romancing her there but after rough and tumbleness of her grunts and groans and tongue riding thrusts when she was helping me with her hands I think it might have been. I could feel and hear when she relaxed and I definitely think there was a small pulse that may have pushed a little extra flavor my way. That may have been part and parcel of her completion, or a post game relax of a critical muscle but I was pleased not to have missed out.
As she panted and sighed, relaxing. I was unwilling to stop kissing quite yet so I just slowed it down so as not to give more sensation than she wanted. "Mmmm. That was perfect my pet. And more than enough. If you could just press your nose against my clit firmly for like ten seconds then let it go slowly I think a little tense knot will release right in the middle of my taint."
I did as she asked. And she sighed and let out a little groan.
However now that my attention had been drawn to it, I wanted it. So I started to play along her fun bridge with the tip of my nose and the tip of my tongue.
She let me play and explore for a few minutes but when I brought the pressure up a bit to where I was properly licking and nuzzling her, she put a stop to it. "That feels incredible. And it does remind me I have never allowed you the same backdoor privileges I have insisted on taking with you. Not to mention just the skin between doesn't get enough attention. You are quite right. However you are just a nosy little kitten who needs a bath, not an intrepid explorer investigating new territories."
And it was in that moment; as she took it away, that I realized I had glossed over with a quick sniff and a darting tongue. My fingertips had grazed. But I was pretty sure I had always been too shy to ever give in to sticking my face directly into Momma's bottom. Let alone my tongue.
That would change as soon as I wasn't a kitten anymore. Or I felt ready to talk again. Because slutty kittens can ask for things Cat girls daren't.
But for now Momma had let some of the water out of the tub and refilled it with just hot so it was piping for my bath.
It felt too hot when I got in and I hissed. Especially on my open used kittyhole and bottom. And the fact that I kind of relished that precious torment and the fact that Momma had put me there was why I sat still long enough to get used to it. Then I put my hand down and felt my kittenhole. Well Momma's kittenhole I suppose. It was swollen and tender. Normally it lay flat when things were quiet like barely smiling lips. But it was full and thick and slightly open like she wanted a kiss. Normally she only looked like this in the middle of our love. Not half an hour later.
Which led me to wonder about her friend, Momma's kitten bumhole. She was still a bit open too. This scandalized me more than maybe it should. Which turned me on definitely more than it should. It made me feel like Momma's little trollop. Momma's little bottom trollop slut tart. I couldn't even think of enough words for how dirty and horny it made me feel.
Momma looked at me with an amused smirk on her face. "Are you masturbating your butthole right in front of me?" She asked.
Zings! Horrified embarrassed zings and tingles shooting through me.
"No Momma. I was just feeling how stretched and swollen it was." I paused a moment. "But I could if you'd like me to. I mean, I'd like to, if it would make you happy to watch me."
"I'm sure it'd be really sexy, my pet. But it is late and we have had a beautiful sexy night. We have the whole weekend. I was thinking a nice bath, while we wind down. Maybe I'd get in there with you. Then we'd turn in." Momma said.
She took a wash cloth and gently washed me. More to make me feel loved and taken care of than anything. As she knew I wasn't dirty other than cummy and having to wash the makeup off my face. And I went to bed cummy pretty much every night, as did Momma, and we both liked it.
On the rare occasion we were juicy enough for it to be more a mess than a turn on, a warm wet washcloth solved the problem. So I was on the fence as to whether this was a super fun addition or just a regular fun addition to the game until Momma joined me. That's what knocked it out of the park.
Yes we bathed together almost every day. But normally I wasn't a kitten who was trying to lick wash Momma at the same time as using my hands with the fingers folded under as paws to fumble with the washcloth and soap. That makes a difference. Not to mention, I could bathe with Momma three times a day for a lifetime and it would still be a four star event.
When we got out to dry off, Momma dried me first. Then I might have cheated and tucked the towel edges in my paws before I folded my fingers over so I could help dry her too. But she didn't punish me.
I guess I was talking again already, which was good so I could ask, "Momma, may I sleep in your bed with you."
"Of course, you're my kitten." Momma said. "But it was the right thing to ask. Or to wait to be invited, rather than assume."
So I crawled into bed with Momma and she petted me and told me what a good kitten I was until I fell asleep.
The next morning when I woke up Momma was still asleep.
I tucked the blankets around her and went to make her breakfast. Waffles, bacon: american and canadian, sausage: polish, american and italian, and I found a tub with six meatballs in it in the freezer that I had hidden the last time I made them so I could surprise her. I warmed up some syrup for her and some gravy.
Nona had a lap tray but I felt the bed desk might hold this amount of food better so I loaded it up on a cart and brought it in the bedroom.
"Momma, sorry to disturb you. But I made your breakfast." I said when I parked the cart next to her bed.
I could have just let the meat smell wake her. It had done the job halfway by the time I spoke.
She looked around as I settled the bed desk over her. Nona had gotten it years ago after she had surgery, when she was still running her business full time. It was sturdy and about four times the size of a normal bed tray. "My kitten, what have you done?" Momma asked.
"I made you six meats and a waffle." I said.
"I love six meats and a waffle!" Momma said. "What would that be?"
"Two kinds of bacon, three kinds of sausage, meatballs, and a waffle. With syrup and gravy."
"That's my favorite breakfast… now." Momma said.
"I'm so glad." I said, sitting on the bed and starting to untuck the bottom of the blanket.
"What ya doin?" Momma asked.
"I was thinking I would rub your feet while you ate."
"Okay." she said untucking her feet the rest of the way.
I began to rub Momma's foot as I sat and watched her eat.
"What does my slutty kitten want to do today?" Momma asked.
"I was thinking maybe of being done playing kitten, at least for the morning." I said.
There was a little hitch in the bite, just a second of slowing. Nothing that'd be seen if I wasn't watching. "Oh, I thought you had fun." Momma said.
"So much fun Momma!" I said. "So, so, soooo much fun! I loved it. Loved it. I loved it so much, we might need to talk about me wearing this all the time." I flicked my bell. "But today's today, and tommorrow's tommorrow. And the weekend isn't even over yet. I know we need to be careful.
And if we can't kiss, can we really collar? But a collar isn't a kiss. And doesn't everyone think I'm an odd Cat anyway? And nobody needs to know but us.
I don't even know if you even want to talk about that."
I put up my hand. "Momma please. Honestly, right this minute, either answer wouldn't help. Because a yes would make me want it and a no would make me cry. But that isn't what we're talking about anyway. Why do I have other ideas for today or this morning?
That's right I loved last night. I showed you how much I loved it then. Told you how much I loved it now and my panties are wetting as I talk, so that's showing again.
I am a bit sore, front and back, with how much I liked it. You have no idea, sweet Momma, how much I would love to spend today finding out how far my kitten heat goes and how far you can stretch me and use me and make me beg and even cry. How much you can make it hurt.
I caught the look in her eye. "No no no! Not hurt, never hurt. With Momma, nothing could ever hurt with you. But I would love to play strong sensation games. Sexy sensation games. That meant we had to be extra tender for a few days when the weekend was over. Because I was extra tender from the fun.
But that's just it Momma. My kitten is a greedy kitten. Both the kitten part of my brain and my kitten slitten on which I'm sittin'. And you've done so much and you are the best Momma and owner a girl or a kitten could ask for. So I was thinking maybe I wouldn't be a kitten for a while. I would just be your pet girl who wants to show her owner how much she loves and worships her."
"Like how?" Momma asked.
I looked at her coyly and said, "Doin' stuff,"
"What sort of stuff?" Momma asked.
"The minor stuff should be a surprise because it shan't sound as exciting as it will feel. And the major stuff shall have to wait. Because girls are shy and must wait for the return of slutty kittens to reveal things they've realized they've not done to Momma and now want desperately to do.
Momma motioned me over and I leaned across the bed desk, she kissed me sweetly and said, "You can tell me anything."
I thought about how sometimes I wanted her to spank my kitten business til it was as swollen and open as it was last night. I thought about how I wanted to sniff and lick her bottomhole like a puppykitten and I knew the second would come out tonight at the latest and the first might not come out for a good while. I said, "We'll get there Momma."
Momma finished her breakfast before she commented that more than rubbing her feet I seemed to be sucking her toes. "I didn't realize you had a foot thing, kittygirl." Momma teased.
I sighed and said, "I don't, it's just every part of Momma is so tasty." I almost mentioned my armpit thing and my burgeoning bottom thing but I knew Momma in her gentleness and generosity would encourage me to indulge them and I wanted to be a good girl and not let this become about me. Which was hard for a few minutes, because I was thinking about them now. But I distracted myself thinking about what I planned for Momma. Not to mention the challenge of rubbing Momma's feet without giving in to sucking her toes. Which now that I told myself was a challenge was suddenly very difficult indeed. But Momma-piggies are so suckable!
When Momma was done, I cleared everything away and came back with my canvas groundsheet in case of spills and a couple layers of massage sheets.
I took Momma out of her bed and pulled up all her blankets making up her bed except her pillows which went on my bed while I made up a work surface on top of hers, with groundsheet and linens.
"Are you going to massage me with your kitty paws?" Momma asked.
"That would be so much fun." I said "And it's going in the bank for later. But I told you, this morning I'm more girl than kitten. Now lay down on your tummy."
She lay down and I took the coconut oil and rubbed it all over my front. On my breasts and tummy and all over my arms. Then I climbed up on Mama and started massaging her with my body.
Now there is absolutely no therapeutic way to massage someone with your whole naked body, except for the fact that yumminess is always good for you. So this was all just fun and I still hoped to be allowed to keep our regular massage appointment tomorrow to work on Momma.
This was for me to do things like straddle Momma's neck, a knee on each side and rub myself against her until I was sure not only that she knew what I was rubbing on her but also until that little knob of bone at the base of her neck had worked me open and pressed against my button. And maybe I was a kitten still because I did seem to be rubbing that on every part of her: knee, shoulder, elbow that might have enough of a hard edge to it that it would spread me open like I was scent marking her. And the very idea that I might be subconsciously doing that pleased me more than maybe it should. But I couldn't fret doing something so fun.
I rubbed my breasts down and over her back while my forearms loosely clenched and slid down her sides.
Thinking about it: since lomi lomi used a lot of forearm work and Fijian massage used foot and shin strokes, some other knee postures I'd learned here and there. I actually could do a therapeutic full body contact nude massage. It would be a mix of work and play but I could put something together with a little thought.
I stopped myself with a decision that I could do that next time. and this was not the time to think about it.
Then came the fun part. When I had Momma turn over and I was massaging her breasts and tummy with my breasts and tummy. Or I suppose as it became, rubbing the entirety of Momma's front with my breasts. Then rubbing Momma's nubbin with my nipple. Then asking Momma if we could make out for like half an hour that turned into an hour and a half. Where I just took a massage sheet and rolled us up in it like a kissing burrito for kissing in.
It got pretty sweaty and slippy in the kissing burrito. Which was nice. and after the marathon Momma makeout I asked if we could stay in the kissing burrito a bit longer and I could try to do the body to body massage like that a bit with us all rolled together.
The sheet was wound around us pretty tight but it was also pretty slickery in there so that was fun. I worked my way back around to Momma's back. And started to rub and grope and play.
As it turned out I couldn't really get my head any lower than my mouth just below the sheet line. This meant kissing and nibbling shoulderblades and collarbones and above. I'm only two inches shorter than Momma so part of me could reach every part of her. My hands and fingers and kitty and bum could reach her treasure and bottom. My hands and breasts could reach her breasts, and of course I could kiss and lick all over her face. So there were plenty of things an enterprising kitten pet girl slut possession could do. And I like to think I did all of them.
Well not all of them. I massaged her glutes with my hands, went bum to bum and skated playfully over her secret passageway with my dancing fingertips like I always had. But this was neither time nor place for anything new.
Of course when I came back around the front. The same way my first trip to this side had inspired the whole burrito thing to begin with; so did this one bring more kissing and more active cuddling and a grinding hunger for my Lady's treasure.
I knew I was in trouble when I asked her and her eyes went wicked.
"Momma, may I lick you?" I asked.
Fiendishly she smiled, her eyes dancing, and she said "My pet, you just licked me. On the chin. So sweetly with the tip of your perfect pink tongue. I loved it. And you licked Momma's lips and her tongue as well just before that. You have practically made Momma your lollypop you've been licking her so. Whatever can you mean, may you lick Momma?"
"Momma, I mean may I lick you special and make you cum." I said, getting embarrassed.
"But kitten, sweet kitten. Every time you lick Momma it's special. Momma loves her kitten's tongue and mouth. It would never not be special." Momma smiled so sweetly. Too sweetly.
"I mean your special place Momma, and you know it." I said.
"So Momma's mouth is not a special place?" Momma asked.
I blushed. "Momma, that's not what I…"
"And Momma's chin. That's not special?" Momma asked, in her pretend sad voice.
"Of course it is, Momma" I squeaked. I knew I was blushing magenta now. And hot, so hot; both inflamed with embarrassment and excited.
"And Momma's breasts. They're not special? You lick them and kiss them all the time. Seem to like it too. But we both know they weren't the 'special' place you were referring to." Now she was using her play offended and stern voice.
I knew what she was doing. I knew I couldn't use 'treasure' or 'gift' because I would only be opening myself up to how every part of her was a treasure and a gift. And she was right, it was. Every inch of her was a jewel in my eyes. Plus, I may be a lady, but I was a lady who belonged to this beautiful woman and I would play whatever game she wished.
"I want to lick your cunt Momma. I want to lick your pussy, your snatch, your twat, your slippy sweet fuckhole. What was that one you used the first night we played this game?
Momma, I want to lick you where you pee."
"Mmmm, that's the stuff." Momma said whipping the burrito sheeto off of us and when I was about to go down, deciding she didn't want to let me go yet.
She sat up with me on her lap. With my arms and legs around her and she took my lips hungrily, greedily. How could we still attack each other like this every time? Like it was the first time? Both of us seemed to become consumed with furious need for each other pretty regularly. I loved it. And never saw it ending. Not when she was so delectable and superlative.
And whatever the heck she saw in me. I did have tiny nimble hands that could probably be coaxed into interesting places with a minimum of stretching.
My mind was gone then. Caught up in the whirlwind of kissing with the one that gave my life substance and from that substance formed paradise.
And it was beautiful. Truly beautiful and consuming. It was a time of wonder which you may not believe, knowing I had just spent hours doing much the same thing. Kissing this beautiful woman. And if you question, than you will never understand.
But seriously, I had to get up in them guts.
So when I could think and reason again. When my mind was my own. I pulled back into myself, I looked into Momma's eyes and said. "Momma, kitten needs. She needs."
Momma has always taken care of me and she always will. So when she saw how much I needed she began to recline, guiding my face to her lap as she lay down.
Just being so close. Knowing Momma was there for me. Smelling her scrumptiousness. Released something in me I didn't realize was knotted and my whole body relaxed.
I'm not going to say that this was my home. Naked and collared kitten slut sexpet, worshiping the woman I belonged to on my hands and knees. Because that was a huge simplification of my multifaceted life. I was more than that. We were more than that. But this was a home. If I could live in a storybook. The story of Momma and her kitten.
If this was all I ever had, I would live a beautiful, brilliant, happy fulfilled life and never question or complain.
Everything else was just gravy and glitter and extras.
I kissed and licked at Momma as my inner kitten told me I needed to talk to Momma about not trimming her pussy anymore… or shaving her armpits... or anything else. I told her that people preferences and kitten preferences were two different things and we belonged to Momma not the other way around. I also reminded her that we were a hairless kitten in case she was getting any ideas in that direction and she told me she wasn't and she wanted a fuzzy Momma not to be fuzzy herself.
I told her I was kind of curious and might see if Momma would do it once for showsies but I wasn't promising and she needed to be quiet right now because I was busy. She said that wasn't a very good compromise and she thought she could lick Momma better anyways.
I told her I thought she was a greedy slut and she could sulk in the corner for all I care and that's what she did.
I licked and kissed at Momma's pussy, sucking on her full inviting lips that were already starting to thicken a bit and open, so happy to see me and ready to play.
Obviously, my fingers, my person fingers, were ready to go. Not like certain slutty kittens I could name. I began to stroke the fingertip of my index finger between Momma's lips. Opening them slowly, playing with them, touching them. Feeling the exquisite texture; soft and slick,velvety and sublime.
Kissing her clit as I still stroked my fingertip at her entrance. I wanted to slide in but I was honestly having too much fun just touching her. I wet my thumb with my tongue as it joined my happy lucky finger.
Taking each side in turn between finger and thumb, I felt and explored them.
I pulled them and squeezed them gently. To stimulate my Lady yes, but also in exploration of her flesh. To enjoy the thickness and elasticity of it.
Her body was always a joy to me and each part, especially this one, forever new.
I may have done this exact thing dozens, even a hundred times in the weeks so far. But each time was as thrilling as the first. Each touch and taste made my heart race. Each smell gave me butterflies. Each sound from her gave those butterflies wings. On those wings my spirits were lifted high. It was magical. Each and every time. Magical.
And slutty. And fuckeriffic, I don't want to give the mistaken impression we were having some sort of fairy poetry love here. I was creaming myself imagining licking out her ass. We were down and dirty I assure you.
I took both lips in my thumbs and forefingers and opened her a bit to my questing tongue. Then a little more.
I was teasing myself.
I knew what I wanted was to pull her wide so I could look up into my beautiful Lady's wonderful cummy pink pussy.
Then I wanted to try to lick the walls clean.
I wanted to pull her lips up and back a little so her clit poked out so firm and tall. So I could pucker my lips up around her and suck and lick her real nice. I wanted to make Momma moan like crazy and I wanted to release my crazy lust on Momma's yummy fun pouch. I wanted to set up camp here for hours and lick and suck and slurp Momma's juices til she physically forced me to stop.
But I was teasing myself. I was only opening her a little wee bit at a time. Feeding myself crumbs of what I needed so badly and driving myself mad.
It was fun, she was fun, we were fun. And I was having fun doling out what I needed so very slowly.
Until I couldn't take anymore and I had to go for it. And that moan when I finally gave in and sunk two fingers in and the full length of my tongue and honestly that part of my mind and spirit that I was holding back: came from so deep within me it made Momma exclaim, "Kitten," in surprise.
But then she was making her own noises because I was suddenly completely focused body, mind, and spirit on enjoying her flavorsome goddess box. Which didn't leave a whole lot of room for words with either of us. Though there were plenty of sounds. Plenty of word parts.
My fingers explored her inside and out and my tongue did the same. My questing digits stopping frequently to paint the greedy muscle with flavor.
At one point I needed to be holding her and my hands stopped as my arms wrapped around her hips hugging her tightly to my face as I continued to kiss her intimately and with an eager hungry delight.
Because I can't say I couldn't be satisfied. Every moment was satisfying. Every moment was also unblemished joy that saw no reason to not have another moment, and another.
The rapacious hunger I felt for my owner did not come from being unfulfilled but from being so perfectly fulfilled that I wanted to do it again. It wasn't dissatisfaction but a satisfaction so effortless it's very perfection became a fun and silly game we played between ourselves.
That old line that perfect would be boring. Well friend, boring wouldn't be perfect. And Momma was. And her cunt was. Her sopping cumhole swimming with gooey fucksauce was.
Ooh that was a good one. I had to tell Momma that one.
I licked and lapped at her, fingering her as she came again and again. And I think I came twice myself with the joy of it. Until finally after a big one Momma rested her hand on top of my head as she panted, catching her breath. "I think that's enough for now my pet." and she pulled me up next to her and pulled a sheet over us. Then she took me in her arms and I cuddled in close and she said, "I think it's snuggly snuzzle time for Momma and her kitten for a bit. Then maybe we can play some fun kitten games."
Fun kitten games sounded nice.