All Chapters of Daddy and Mommy: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

| Jackson |Drunk Samantha was daring as fuck. I was slowly slipping with each second while she worked me up, with her tongue on my sweet spot, my chest, my stomach, and down to my pelvis, leaving me a panting mess."God, I love your moans," she said, giggling as she knelt in between the seats, fumbling with the belt. She whined when the belt wouldn't budge. "Daddy, help me," she whined, too drunk to be steady. I undid the belt and pants. Michael was driving as fast as his protective instincts allowed him, eager to get home. "Mmh, so hard," I hissed when Samantha grabbed my cock, pulling it out."Fuck..." I threw my head back when her hot mouth swallowed half of my cock. My whole body buzzed, tingling from how sensitive I was. I tensed when she ran her hot tongue all over my tip. She wrapped her mouth around me again, sucking me this time. Fuck, I felt like she was sucking my soul. "F-fuck, baby." I watched with hooded eyes as she bobbed her head up and down my cock, taking only half

| Samantha |"I don't know, but something's wrong and he won't talk," I sighed leaning back on my office chair, spinning it around as I talked to Addison."He has been kinda down at the office too," Addison lets me know."You know what?" I stood up and closed my laptop. "I'm coming there,""He's not here. He went out on business. Only Mr Havit is here,""It's fine. I can just talk to Michael while I wait for him," I said packing my small bag. "I'll talk to you later,"I was worried about Jackson. He's been distancing himself lately. I mean, we talked about that night and I thought we were fine. Something's changed and he won't look at me the same. I have to get to the bottom of this before things escalate. I hate the tension between us.My mind raced with thoughts, trying to figure out what the problem was. I was really worried. He's too cautious around me these days and I don't like it."Thank you, Jordan," I said getting out of the car. I didn't waste any time and made my way up, af

| Jackson |Mommy looked so good.Really beautiful. Michael kept fixing his pants as he eyed the two of us closely. I can tell he's struggling a little. I wished to ease his discomfort, but I knew that would lead me to punishment, so I stayed rooted in my spot."On your knees for me," Samantha said, walking over to me. I reacted a second too late because I was distracted and mesmerised by her. I can't begin to describe how beautiful she looked. She oozed confidence and power; I felt myself slipping deeper into submissiveness, sinking to my knees as I looked up eagerly at Mommy. I purred quietly when her soft hands brushed my hair back, smiling down at me. "You look so good, baby." She bent down to kiss me. "So good." Her hands brushed my shoulders, making me shiver with delight.I felt the gentle fabric of the collar as she clasped it into place. She stepped back to admire, smiling proudly. "There," she said happily. "Okay, I'd like to stick around for an hour or two and see what happ

My agony was short-lived when she finally let me get a taste of her lips. I took that to my advantage, kissing her hard. She purred, pushing my head down while fisting my hair. I took over, trying to overpower her, and for a moment it worked. She moaned as she kissed me just as hard. She seemed to be melting under my skilful lips.Until the vibration intensified. I gasped into her mouth, arching my back with a pathetic whimper. I felt her smile against my lips. "I'm in charge, baby," she said softly before kissing me again, hard. She pulled back all too soon, the vibration slowing down.I cried out when her small fingers wrapped around my cock. I tensed, shuddering as I fought the urge to let go. "Mmh, you're so hard." She stroked me slowly, teasing me, squeezing the head. "Too bad you can't cum," I whimpered squirming underneath her. I sucked in a sharp breath, trying to move away from her fingers teasing me."M-mommy," I shuddered, writhing with overstimulation. "N-no," I whined."N

| Samantha |Jackson struggled as I continued to tease him. I stroke him slowly, watching him squirm and whine. It pleased me to witness a grown man whining helplessly under my command."Mommy, I need to cum," he panted, arching his back. He wouldn't be able to. Not with the silicone urethral rod."Not a chance, baby," he whimpered, his hips bucking every time I teased him. I pushed the vibrator deeper, and he yelped, thrashing."Mommy," he cried out, his mouth forming an O shape. Fuck, he looks so magical in this position. Blindfolded. I want this moment to last forever. I understood Michael's obsession with Jackson. There's just something about him. How can he be masculine on one side and be perfect at it, while his feminism also flourishes? He's so gingerful, and Lord, don't get me started on his moans.I wish he knew how amazing he is. Inside and out. If not, I'll make it my mission to remind him. He and Michael."You're doing so good for me, baby," I said, fucking him with the vi