Sissy for Mommy’s Nipple Cream Ch. 04

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Editor’s note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content.

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Jaime clasped a hand over her mouth in horror, but it was too late and she knew it. Chills ran down her spine as Julia sauntered over with a wicked smile, then opened the door to reveal her sissy daughter sitting there wearing nothing but her lacy panties and her steel clitty cage. Julia took a moment to survey the scene before her. Jaime’s bra was tossed to the side near her favorite dildo, which glistened with signs of recent use, and Julia’s lingerie drawer was cracked open with one of her bras haphazardly jutting out. It didn’t take a genius to figure out just what had happened. Especially when she was the one who’d baited the trap.

“Was mommy’s little sissy getting off with her toys?” Julia asked sternly. “Being a naughty little girl and watching mommy please a real man?”

Hastily constructed excuses flared into existence and dissipated just as quickly, evaporating in the reality of Jaime’s impossible situation. Cornered as she stared up at her mother’s massive cum-covered tits, she desperately vented her shock into aggression.

“Is that what you’ve been feeding me the past week? That is so disgustingly wrong! You tricked me into licking up that gross…”

Jaime lost her train of thought entirely as Julia calmly traced a finger down her breast, coating it in a thick gooey layer, then held it out in front of her daughter’s face. Jaime’s eyes fixated immediately on the offering as the rich smell filled her nostrils. Without thought her mouth opened and eyes closed as she leaned closer and closer. Only at the last possible second did she snap out of her trance and pull back from the dripping cum that was mere millimeters away.

“Hmm, doesn’t seem so disgusting,” Julia teased as she withdrew her offer and licked the cum off her finger. “This is the reward I get for sharing such a precious gift with you? I have half a mind to send you to bed without your supper for that, but mommy’s milky titties are so full, there’s no reason I should have to be uncomfortable all night just because you’re so ungrateful.”

Before Jaime could react, Julia dropped down on top of her, forcing her onto her back and pinning her arms under her strong legs. Jaime squirmed and struggled as Julia tried to guide a glazed nipple into her daughter’s mouth, causing her dripping milk to splatter everywhere, until Julia used her free hand to clutch her daughter’s panties in a tight squeeze, digging her nails in mercilessly. Jaime cried out in pain, but her cry was immediately smothered by the deft insertion of her mother’s breast. Her bucking quickly subsided as Julia’s iron grip forced her painful submission. Finally Julia released her entirely and leaned forward to cradle Jaime’s head in her arms as she drank deeply. Knowing that escape was impossible, Jaime tried to lose herself in the familiar routine of nursing, focusing on the mechanical action of sucking her mother’s nipple in, pressing it to the roof of her mouth with her tongue, gulping down the flood of released milk, and repeating. Over and over she sucked and swallowed, trying to ignore the taste of Damien’s cum slowly sliding down Julia’s breasts and into her mouth as she drank. Trying to ignore the stirrings in her panties as she tasted it. Trying to ignore the persistent memory of how it had felt playing with the black dildo laying inches from her pinned head.

When Jaime finally emptied both sides, it felt as if she would burst if she drank another drop. But Julia said “Time for your dessert, sissy!” and licked up all the cum that had pooled on Jaime’s face. Then, cheeks bulging with the creamy load, Julia forced her daughter’s mouth open one last time, slowly dripping all the cum in, then telling her to swallow before finishing with a tongue-heavy kiss to make sure she had. With that, Julia sent Jaime off to bed, telling her they’d discuss her ‘situation’, in the morning.

The next morning Julia was up early, excited to start her daughter’s sissy training in earnest now that the source of the secret sauce she’d become addicted to was out in the open. She was expecting one last round of attempted resistance, a futile last-ditch effort to reassert masculinity, so she wasn’t too surprised when Jim walked into the kitchen wearing his boy-clothes.

He was a pitiful sight, a hodgepodge mashup of boys clothes and a face reddened from a night of crying and vigorous scrubbing of makeup alongside manicured nails still painted bubblegum pink and bouncing blonde curls framing his undeniably feminine features. Marshaling every last remaining vestige of his manhood, he fixed Julia with a withering stare as her struggled to stem a fresh flow of tears.

“How could you? How could you force me to eat that filth?” He stamped his foot for effect, but even that was futile as he looked like nothing so much as a truculent little girl.

“Force you? Please, you were practically begging me to feed you more of my special cream!” Julia retorted Ümraniye Fetiş Escort with a laugh.

“Only because you tricked me! Why?”

“Because I couldn’t bear the thought of losing my sweet little girl.” Julia’s voice cracked with genuine emotion.

“That’s what this is all about? You wanting to play dress-up? No. I’m done. I’m a boy! I’m not a girl, I’m a boy!”

“Not this weekend you’re not missy, we had a deal!”

Julia pulled a remote from her robe and pressed a button, causing a click and a buzz to emanate from Jim’s shorts. Before he could even understand what was happening Jim was doubled over on the ground in agony as fierce talons of high voltage electricity surged from his chastity cage and into his defenseless cock and balls. He writhed on the ground for what felt like an eternity before Julia took mercy on him and turned it off with another press on her remote. As Jim pulled himself together and stood Julia stood to meet him, grabbing him by the ear and pulling him after her to the couch.

“I don’t want to drink your milk anymore” Jim protested weakly as he stumbled behind his mother.

“Oh don’t worry, I have something else in mind for right now. And you’ll have to earn the right to suck on mommy’s tits again.”

Julia pulled Jim down into her lap as she sat on the couch, but instead of laying him face-up to feed she forced him face-down.

“Sissies like you don’t wear boy clothes,” Julia said firmly as she pulled down his shorts and boxers. “You’ll have to be disciplined.”

Julia’s hand came down like a bolt of lightning, swatting Jim’s exposed ass. Her second strike came before the startled yelp even managed to leave his lips. Jim reflexively tried to wiggle away, but Julia deftly clutched his caged balls in her free hand, swiftly forestalling his attempted escape. Unable to move away he had no choice but to endure the thundering rain of blows on his backside.

“A real man would never let his mother spank his ass to a bright shade of sissy pink” Julia taunted as she continued her punishment.

“A real man would never wear a steel cage on his pathetic cock.”

“A real man would never sneak into his mommy’s closet to play with her clothes and toys.”

“A real man would never get hard listening to his mother talk about big black cock.”

“A real man would never suck on his mommy’s tits three times a day.”

“And a real man would never let himself get addicted to eating big black cock cream!” Julia finished with one last punctuating swat, then seized a handful of long curls and wrenched her son’s head around to face her. “So what are you? A real man or mommy’s little sissy girl.”

“I’m your sissy girl,” Jaime whispered, her soft voice barely audible over her sobs.

“I can’t hear you,” Julia taunted with a vicious squeeze of the captive balls clenched between her manicured nails. “What are you bitch?”

“I’m your sissy girl!” Jaime shouted in complete surrender.

“Good girl,” Julia praised gently. “Now go get dressed in some proper clothes.”

Jaime scurried upstairs and returned moments later wearing skinny jeans and a fitted tee.

Julia took one look and clucked her tongue. “I said proper clothes, you’re a sissy girl, not a hipster tomboy.” With a click of her remote Julia sent a brief jolt through Jamie’s cage. “Try again, and don’t forget your bra this time.”

Jamie took a little longer this time before she came downstairs wearing a tight-fitting black cami dress that just revealed the top of her lace-edged push-up bra and the hint of cleavage it provided.

“Much better, sweetie, now let mommy check your panties.”

Jaime walked over and lifted her dress, revealing her matching black thong with rhinestone letters spelling out “Mommy’s Girl”.

“Much better,” Julia cooed as Jaime sighed with relief, “But you forgot your makeup.”

Jamie’s eyes flared as Julia reached for her remote and delivered another jolt to her aching balls. She ran upstairs and didn’t come down for another thirty minutes. When she finally waltzed back down the stairs she was perfect. Her eyes were perfectly shadowed with a deep blue that made them pop, the redness from a night of tears was deftly hidden, and her lips were coated in shimmering layers of bright pink lip gloss.

“Simply beautiful,” Julia sighed. “It’s so good to see you again honey.”

“It’s… It feels good to be back mommy.” Jaime said after a moment’s hesitation as she nervously eyed the remote.

“Well you’ve certainly earned your reward darling, come suck mommy’s tits before they burst.”

Jaime couldn’t help but giggle as she pranced over to her dominant mother’s lap and took the first engorged, dripping nipple into her mouth. For the first time discovering the secret of Julia’s BBC nipple cream she felt at peace as she lovingly nursed from her mother’s massive tits, just as she had done so many times before. She lost herself in the rhythm of sucking out the Ümraniye Gecelik Escort sweet milk as Julia continued to lecture her about how real men saw tits as sexual objects, not as sources of food. Already beaten into submission, Jaime lost focus as she let the words flow into her subconscious. Of course her mother was right, she knew she wasn’t a real man, and her limp clitty in its cage as she sucked on the most beautiful breasts she’d ever dreamed of simply reinforced that fact.

It wasn’t until after Julia pulled away her second emptied breast that Jaime realized what she was missing. The cream. She’d spent the whole morning trying not to think about it. About its salty tangy flavor. About its perfect creaminess. About the way it coated the inside of her throat when she swallowed it down. She’d mostly managed to relegate those thoughts to the back of her mind until the association with nursing brought them rushing back. There was no denying her addiction. She couldn’t explain why, but she knew that she needed it badly. She shuddered as she thought about what she might do of one of Julia’s boyfriends were to come to the door at that moment of weakness.

Hating herself for it even as the words left her mouth she looked up at Julia and asked, “Maybe I could finish with just a little of your special cream?”

“You mean the cream from the big black cocks that I milk?”

Jaime’s face instantly blushed as Julia smirked at her obvious discomfort.

“Oh, wipe that frown off your face you’re so much prettier when you smile,” Julia consoled her daughter as she brushed her hand down her cheek. “Be a good girl today and we’ll see about satisfying your cravings tonight.”

The rest of the day was a sweet reminder of why Julia had been so loathe to lose her daughter in the first place. They stayed home, cuddling on the couch and binge-watching Gilmore Girls and Sex in the City with breaks to cook up a quick bite in the kitchen or for Jaime to nurse from Julia. Suckling milk from her mother’s full tits filled Jaime with a flood of confused feelings. She still felt some lingering effects of the past week of highly sexualized feedings, but her cock stayed mostly soft in its cage even as she squeezed the huge breasts into her face or reached around to cup Julia’s juicy ass. She felt like she should be aroused, but she just wasn’t feeling it. Instead, she found herself lost in wonder at the feminine perfection before her, like a young priestess worshipping the very incarnation of beauty, praying that by taking in her divine essence she might become more like the goddess she served.

What did make Jaime’s cage uncomfortably tight was the thought of her mother’s nipple cream. The craving was always there in the back of her mind, but whenever she nursed the memory was brought throbbing to the fore. The need consumed her. She practically quivered as she squirmed in her steel cage, aching for a taste, just one drop, even as she recoiled internally at the knowledge of its source. Jaime’s struggles were not lost on Julia, and each time the quivering began she’d pull her daughter closer, gently rubbing her hand up and down from the nape of her neck to the curve of her ass until she stilled. Finally at their last feeding of the day after they’d gotten ready for bed Jaime broached the subject again.

“It’s just so hard mommy,” she sobbed into Julia’s chest. “I need it, more than I’ve ever needed anything before.”

“I know dear, I know. I love it too, and I have ever since my first taste of black meat. I hoped that love might be something we shared, and it seems that hope was more than fulfilled.”

“May I please have some then?” Jaime looked up with begging eyes. “You know how badly I need it, and I’ve been a good girl all day just like you asked.”

“Of course dear,” Julia answered as she produced the jar and unscrewed the lid. “But I can’t risk losing you again, there are going to be some rules to follow.”

The powerful scent emanating from the open jar instantly hypnotized Jaime, making her nod in agreement.

“First, I expect you to wear panties and a bra at all times like a proper young lady, even when you’re at school.”

Jaime continued to nod as she swallowed the saliva building up in her mouth.

“Second, whenever you are home you will always dress in your girl clothes.”

Jaime continued to nod as she subconsciously edged closer.

“And the third and final rule, your clitty will remain caged to ensure your obedience.”

For the first time Jaime balked at her mother’s demand, but under her firm gaze and with her nostrils filled by the heavenly aroma, she quickly nodded her final agreement.

“Good girl, now come and get your treat.”

Julia slathered a generous helping of big black cock cream on her nipples and sighed in satisfaction as Jaime eagerly feasted. Fully confident in her control over her cum-addicted daughter, she slipped one hand down into her panties and teased her clit. From Ümraniye Genç Escort now on there would be no secrets, and no need to hide her forbidden desires from her captive sissy. She came violently just as Jaime finished cleaning the last of the cum from her breasts, then pulled her surprised daughter in for a passionate kiss, tonguing her deeply to share the lasts salty drops.

The next day was the start of a brand new routine for Julia and Jaime. In the morning Julia checked that Jaime was wearing panties and a bra under her boy clothes before giving her a morning feeding with a heavy cum glaze. After school, Jaime hustled quickly to change into girly clothes for her afternoon feeding of milk with cream. And each night Julia would pull the key from between her breasts to unlock Jaime’s chastity cage, then carefully wash her limp clitty with cold water. Jaime would then lock the cage back in place and hand the key back to her mother before being allowed her final helping of the day.

School was hard for Jaime. Although the initial interest in her feminine underwear had died down somewhat after the first incident, the obvious addition of bras set the whispers racing around the school once more. The only way she made it through each day was by daydreaming about what awaited her at home (and a little about the black boys in her classes). Gradually this built into a natural aversion to the boy clothes she still wore to school which was only reinforced by the fun she had with Julia each afternoon dressed as a girl. Initially Julia had to give sharp reminders either by swat or electric shock for Jaime to fully commit to her feminine side at home, but before long these reminders were rarely necessary as Jaime embraced her inner woman wholeheartedly.

As days passed Julia steadily increased the dosage of black cock cream she fed Jaime until she hardly ate anything but her mother’s milk and her lover’s cum. In addition to a healthy layer on her nipples at each feeding, Julia treated Jaime to little snacks in every manner imaginable. Whether licking it from between Julia’s toes, snowballing it with passionate kisses, orcleaning it from her ass, Jaime eagerly lapped up every bit of cum Julia offered.

It didn’t take long for Julia’s reserves to run low, and since she had promised herself there would be no more secrets between them, she had Jaime drive her to the 8-Ball to refill from the eager bar patrons. Julia told Jaime there was no way she was ready for a place like that, so each night she would sit in the car and wait for her mother to finish milking countless big black cocks to provide her with a fresh supply of cream. Turned on by knowing exactly what Julia was doing and by the promise of cream fresh from the source, Jaime couldn’t help but try to play with herself through her cage as she waited. It always ended in frustration, as she could hardly even touch herself through the steel bars, but she was so horny that she couldn’t help herself.

After a couple weeks Julia had another date with Damien. After a day of helping Julia get ready, during which Julia shared every lurid detail of how she hoped Damien and his anaconda would use her body, Jaime was surprised by Julia’s instructions for the night.

“When Damien gets here I want you to answer the door and make him feel welcome,” Julia lectured as Jaime licked gobs of cum from the soles of her feet. “That means dressing appropriately so that he can appreciate your assets, and flirting just enough to show your appreciation for his manliness.”

Sensing Jaime’s hesitation as she silently paused her devoted licking, Julia flicked the button on her ever-handy remote to deliver a quick warning shock. Jaime got the message, and yelped out a quick “Yes Ma’am!”

“And when we get back from dinner, I want you back in my closet again so you can see how a real man treats a woman. Now hurry up and get changed, he’ll be here in a few minutes.”

Jaime ran to obey, tearing through her closet to find the right outfit. She knew that even with breastforms and a push-up bra her greatest asset was her ass, so she picked out a tight miniskirt that barely covered the bottom of her plump booty and a midriff-baring halter top. She’d just finished wiggling into them when the doorbell rang. With no time to think of how she’d make sure Damien felt welcome without giving him the wrong idea, Jaime rushed to the door and started to improvise.

“Hey there handsome,” Jaime started with a tittering giggle.

“Hey yourself shawty,” Damien answered with an appraising look. “You gonna let me in or what?”

“Of course I am silly,” Jaime replied with another giggle, “you’re just the kind of big strong man we need in this house.”

Jaime turned and led Damien into the living room with a deliberately exaggerated hip-swinging gait. She felt awkward and silly, but when she checked over her shoulder and saw Damien’s eyes glued to her swaying ass, her confidence shot up to the stars.

“Let me just run up and check if mom is ready yet,” she offered after Damien was seated on the couch. But as she turned he suddenly snatched her and pulled her down into his lap.

“Hold up now sugar,” his deep voice rumbled as he slid a hand up the back of her skirt. “Lemme show you just what kinda big strong man yo mamma got.

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