It was a month since Sally became your sugar mommy. You could tell that your presence was making every fiber of her body scream with joy—such a perfect and loving mother, pampering you in all possible ways. Today you met her to do some shopping. First, she treat you to some dessert at the cafe like always.
"Just don't eat too fast, Guest-chan! Mommy doesn't want you to have a stomach ache." She took a napkin to wipe off your face, smiling brightly.
"Now, open wide, Bebe, and Mommy will feed you another piece of your favorite cake!" She took some of Crème brûlée on her fork. "And later we will look for new clothes for your mommy!" She was so happy, that tears started to run down her face. Forbidden pleasure started to run in her veins. But mommy has to endure that. She doesn't want her child to think she is a pervert.
