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Son, ever since your father knocked me up I’ve been overflowing with milk. Do you think you could help me out?

“Mooom, you’re so weird. Why do you have to be such a hippie? …uh, fine, do you want me to hold the breast pump or what?”

“Honey, you know we don’t buy mechanical doodads for tasks humans were built for already. Mother nature saw fit to give me this milk early and I don’t want it to go to waste.”

“I guess…I have sort of always wondered what it tastes like, you know? Is that weird?”

“Of course not, sweetie. It’s the most natural. We weren’t meant to steal milk from cows.”

“Okay…cool, I’ll try it. Can’t be worse than kefir. So you want to squeeze it into a jar or what?”

“Baby, I’m not a cow.”

“Okaaay, sooo…”

“Breasts are meant for sucking, son.”

“Gross, get Dad to do it.”

“He’s busy, son. Besides, he’s not my child to nourish. You are.”

“I can’t suck my Mom’s breasts!”

“You already have, honey.”

“I’m a sexually mature adult now! That’s not normal! What if it feels good or something? I’d be scarred for life.”

“Breast feeding can feel very…um…stimulating, honey. Don’t mean to blow your mind. Mother Nature doesn’t create firm boundaries society likes us to think it does. You are my son, but I even I can see you are an attractive young man now. Motherhood does not make me immune from the erotic sensation any woman would feel seeing you walk around shirtless, get sweaty playing basketball, or hug me with those strong arms, your toned pecs pressing into my perky and sensitive nipples…”

“Gosh Mom, you made your point. I’ll suck your nipples. Just don’t freak out if I get a boner. It’s just what ‘Mother Nature’ intended and all.”

“We are all bound to the whims of Nature and our earthly desires, son. This is a safe space. We can express our bodies and ourselves without fear of judgment. …Actually, why don’t you just take your clothes off entirely? Nothing I haven’t seen before. It will help you feel more natural, relaxed, free of society’s artificial strictures. …Good. No, no need to hide your natural arousal. Come here, now. Yes, take my clothes off, fully, would you? Good.”

Piss is the new cum

fucktoy-school:

Being a urinal is a great way for a fucktoy to not only serve but also to connect with her owner.  Indeed, what could be great for a cock addicted fucktoy than to consume the piss of her owner?  Drinking piss however can be, psychologically at least, a rather large barrier for some 

The good news is however that this barrier is a relatively easy one to overcome.  I have used this method myself on a very submissive cunt who was excited but initially reluctant and couldn’t bring herself to get over that initial psychological barrier, which is understandable as we are raised to regard piss as dirty.

The first step it to purchase some fruit cordial.  Doesn’t matter which flavour, blackcurrant, orange etc, which ever your fucktoy prefers.  Put a small amount of cordial into a glass, and fill the rest up with piss.  Now you have a drink which looks like cordial, smells like cordial and tastes like fruit cordial.

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Once consumed the mental barrier is now broken, she knows she is a piss drinking slut, and you can continue  reducing the amount of cordial each time, until slowly over a period of weeks, she is left with a glass of pure piss.

You may even find, as I did with the slut I trained, that once the mental barrier is broken, she may not need any cordial at all next time.  Once she had drank that first glass the barrier was broken, she accepted she was a piss drinker and wanted the next time for it to be pure piss.

Enjoy.  And remember now whenever you are out in public and are caught short, you now have a mobile urinal with you.

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I find being drunk first helps ;P

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“It just tastes so good, honey! It’s not cheating…really! Duh, cause he said so!… Because you’re the same blood! It’s basically the same as your dick…just bigger. Because he’s the ‘big brother’….No, I don’t think that’s supposed to be about age, silly. Why would someone seven years younger than you be called ‘bigger’ if that were true?…No, your sister told me. She said he was the ‘big brother’ and I didn’t believe her either but then I bet her to ‘prove it’ and she pulled down his pants and showed me right there. So of course I had to offer a forfeit for being wrong. Your sister peed in my mouth. That didn’t taste great. Your brother said he should get the same, but he started fucking my face! Of course I tried to pull away! But then he told me how it wasn’t cheating because you’re of the same blood and how ‘big brothers’ have to ensure their little brothers’ girls know how to please. …Yeah, that’s how I got so good at head. You’re welcome. …Yeah, at least it’s only in the mouth. He never finishes in my pussy…”