- > Your name is Anonymous, and you have some house guests
- > You don't mind, even though they've been staying for
- > A while?
- > You can't quite remember
- > You open the trunk, and grab the grocery bags
- > Need ground beef
- > Cheese
- > You know that very firmly
- > Your first priority is getting these to the kitchen
- > You walk in a fugue state, not really paying attention to where you are going
- > Your vision clears, and you see Aria dumping the meat you bought onto a skillet
- > Sonata is hard at work grating the cheese
- > Wait
- "Tacos again? Can't you guys-"
- > Sonata glares at you and starts humming
- > Aria rolls her eyes, but her voice fills your ears with a smoky seduction
- ("You like tacos, like this idiot likes tacos~, chop up some lettuce~, so it goes~.")
- > You know, there is nothing better than tacos
- > Every night
- > You feel you should help out somehow
- "I think I'll chop up some lettuce."
- > Sonata beams at you
- > "Good boy!"
- > Dinner passes by in a bit of a haze
- > You know, yes, definitely, that it was delicious
- > You feel
- > Grateful, yes, that they made dinner for you
- > So you clean up, boxing up the leftovers for Sonata's breakfast
- > You put away the dishes
- > It's been a long day
- (Go to sleep little babe)
- > Time for bed
- (Go to sleep little babe)
- > You find your house guests on your bed
- (Your momma's gone away and your daddy's gonna stay, didn't leave nobody but the baby)
- > Adagio beckons towards you
- (Go to sleep little babe)
- > Her lap seems so inviting
- > You take off your shirt
- (Go to sleep little babe)
- > You crawl across Sonata, resting your head in Adagio's lap
- (Everybody's gone in the cotton and the corn, didn't leave nobody but the baby)
- > She smiles down at you as Sonata does something with your pants
- (You're a sweet little babe)
- > She lifts her shirt, exposing her breasts
- (You're a sweet little babe)
- > Your pants are tugged off
- (Honey in the rock and the sugar don't stop, gonna bring a bottle to the baby)
- > Adagio cradles your head to her bosom
- (Don't you weep pretty babe)
- > You suckle at her teat, so warm and conforting
- (Don't you weep pretty babe)
- > Her hand rubs your stomach in slow circles
- (She's long gone with her red shoes on, gonna need another loving babe)
- > Your mouth is filled with a wonderful, creamy, citrus flavor
- (Go to sleep little babe)
- > Orange creamsicle momma
- (Go to sleep little babe)
- > Her hand dips into your boxers
- (You and me and the devil makes three, don't need no other lovin' babe)
- > She grasp your erection, and strokes it slowly
- (Go to sleep little babe)
- > You suckle more fervently at her teat
- (Go to sleep little babe)
- > She arches her back, pressing your head firmly against her bosom
- > Her strokes come faster, her hand jittery with pleasure
- (Come lay your bones on the alabaster stones)
- > All you can see, all you can smell, all you can taste is your momma
- > A pressure builds, coaxed along by a motherly hand
- (And be my everlovin' baby)
- > Your mind blanks out as you thrust against her hand
- > You feel your cum splatter against your bare chest
- > She pumps you a few more times, cum spurting and dribbling onto her fingers
- > Adagio lifts your head from her teat and kisses you sweetly
- > "Go to sleep, my sweet babe."
- > A wave of drowsiness flows through you
- > You can feel Sonata's tongue gently lapping at the cum on your chest
- > The last thing you see before you fall asleep is Adagio, licking her fingers with a satisfied smile
- > You made momma happy
- > Now you can sleep
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