Match-a-Mommy

"Speaking of, should we check our profile?" Nic suggested. Christina bolted upright and clapped giddily, bare breasts bouncing in her enthusiasm.

"Yes pwease Daddy, mommy match!" The petite Latina declared, all interest in the show gone. She slid to the floor between Nic's legs, to get a laptop out from under the coffee table, and set it open for the two of them. Nic couldn't resist ruffling his girlfriend's hair a bit before opening the browser.

Match-a-Mommy was a petite and Mommy dating site and quasi social media, a place for mommies to post their more maternal thoughts that were out of place on other platforms, and for petites to delightfully infantile to attract a mommy.

Nic moved the mouse as Christina pointed around the site, looking at messages, events and meet ups, Christina taking a moment now and then "to have daddy read the hard words", most of the hard words being mommy profile bios that bordered salacious. While she may have been diaper dependent and infantile cutesy, the woman knew and could read, just clearly wanted to hear "daddy" in control and direct his attention to women she liked.

Nic read and browsed, while petites were his primary fetish, now having Christina fervently polyamourous and needing a partner, he couldn't help but imagine his babied girlfriend in a pile of busty women, suckling tit after tit as mommy after mommy rub her diaper, rubbed his dick, plowing various wet cunts before ending in his girlfriend's mouth to serve her dessert. How could he resist a chance to have a mommy harem? Christina having yummy milk any minute of the day, a couple maid-mommies cleaning the place, cook-mommies making meals for the mommies and Nic, business-mommies bringing in enough income that Christina didn't work, just being an adorable diaper-slut all day.

Nic's daydream was interrupted as his crotch grew warm. As he was getting hard, Christina has noticed, and started rubbing her cheek up and down the concealed boner, "Daddy gimmie num num?" She asked with full pouty lips and sad eyes with shiny wet crocodile tears.

Nic dropped trou and those delightfully mandated pigtails started bobbing up and down as his girlfriend hungrily sucked his cock. "Nn muu n mmhmm cun hnnhmmm" Christina vocalized around his shaft, vibrating wonderfully. While it may have been hard to parse what she was saying with a mouthful, a few sounds he has learned meant "mommy" we're definitely in there. Nic really needed to stop daydreaming sexy situations and needed to start living one, or rather live in a bigger one than just having a blowjob giving babied girlfriend craving more deceptively innocent attention.

Post-nut clarity was achieved, and Nic put more attention on the dating site, working past the slurping noises of his petite girlfriend making a show of enjoying daddy's creamy treat. If he didn't have his hands busy on a laptop, rules about multiple male orgasms would be getting written out.

Wanting contrast, he filtered potential mommies to red-heads with pale creamy skin, sending messages out with Christine's profile picture heading them, featuring her in just a bright cutesy diaper, finger paint purposefully dabbled around her body, holding a sign saying "Mommy PLZ!!" above her head, big bright smile contrasting with her pert painted petite tits. Surely someone attached to a good set of mommy-milkers would respond, sure Nic could just right a rule that Christina always had a mommy-friend, but that seemed less fun that casually dating many mommies and seeing his girlfriend fall in love with another woman.