Watch Your Mouth Novels & Stories

From a desire to prove myself, I took it in immediately, starting to go back and forth like I had observed from the videos. "Wait! Hold on!" he snapped, pushing my head back from himself. "Four things. Always ensure there's a pool of saliva in your mouth. Pull out tongue for base. Deep throat. Don't bite," he said plainly like he was just telling me how to bake cup cakes. Obeying everything he has just said, I went down again, slowly, saliva dripping onto the floor from my tongue. "That's right," he muffled, letting out a small gasp afterwards.

Instead, I'm focusing on keeping my cool so I don't start thinking about all the nasty things Daddy can do to me. The things with his hands, his mouth, his dick... Ah, right, brushing my teeth. Okay, okay. I shuffle through the connecting bathroom and Daddy follows close behind, watching me cover my toothbrush in water and toothpaste. I stick it into my mouth quickly, concentrating on a clean mouth in the mirror, not all the ways my mouth got dirty.

Part III It was morning, and I remembered brushing my teeth and cleaning my tongue killed many pathogenic microbes in my mouth, which otherwise could have prolonged entry into blood through the lungs, food, etc. I was in a good mood immediately after brushing my teeth and washing my mouth. I got back into my seat to study or write something to be more correct. “How much I wish to grow More and more and more!”

he added while chewing vigorously. "Didn’t your parents tell you not to talk when your mouth is full?" she asked before digging in. She mimicked his moan from the savory taste. "This is so good." couldn't get enough ever since she was brought in her mate's pack.

“Smiles on. Eyes on me.” I snap my eyes forward and force myself into the next move, but the words of the cheer taste bitter in my mouth.

"Wait, you mean all that gymnastics was just to get a packet of chips out of my hand?" She widened her eyes, with her mouth opened and I could get a glimpse of chips still in her mouth. I was tempted to walk over and put my finger in her mouth and take it out. "Yes. And if you talk too much, I will take out the one that is in your mouth." I warned her. You could play with anything else, but not my chips.

𝑰 𝒏𝒐𝒅𝒅𝒆𝒅 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒚 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒇𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒐𝒅. “𝑬𝒂𝒕 𝒔𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒍𝒚, 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒐𝒏𝒆.” 𝑯𝒆 𝒄𝒉𝒖𝒄𝒌𝒍𝒆𝒅.

Advice that the two women didn’t even follow themselves. I tilted my head and turned to Billy. And said loud enough for the entire hallway to hear, “Billy, from now on, we’re going to take dental hygiene very seriously in our house. Do you know why?” Billy blinked, caught off guard, his little brow furrowing. “Um… no, Mom?” he sniffled. I bent down a bit, meeting his big brown eyes. “Because if you don’t brush your teeth properly, when you grow up, your mouth will be so rotten that everything you say will be trash. You don’t want that, do you?”

I thought as I placed a piece in my mouth and I started to chew. “So are you ready to tell me how you’re doing, child?” Mum asked, raising the tension in the car and I paused to stare at her, my lips parted and my hand holding a slice of apple halfway to my mouth.

I have a mission and I need information. As I continue to scroll through the internet, a fork loaded with food appears in front of me. Without thinking, I open my mouth. Like magic, the fork gently moves forward and into my mouth. With my eyes still locked on my phone, I clamp my mouth down around it and pull the food off while the fork slides back out of my mouth. This continues on while faint laughter fills the air, but I ignore it. After being fed food for several minutes, I shake my head before another fork full of food appears in front of me. “Baby, I’m full.”