Some Cream Filling

Mom took my hand and helped me off the bed. She then guided me out to the living room in nothing by my white t-shirt from yesterday and a diaper. Dad took it in stride, much to my embarrassment. "Ah, there's the little sleepy head! Let's get you all nice and fed before you take your shower and get dressed for the day," she greeted, and picked me up so that my head was level with hers, which meant my bottom was cradled by one arm while the other hung loosely by her side. Walking me over to the table after giving my tummy a bit of a tickle which did nothing, she set me down on the head chair before going into the kitchen and bringing in the three plates.

It was Mom who removed my pacifier, but Dad who began to spoon feed me. It was a 24 year-old engineer who graduated at the top of her class and was making lots of money at a great job, and here I was, diapered and being spoon and fork fed by my step-mother. Yet, that big, bright smile on her face made me feel a bit better. That morning she was wearing a short-sleeved shirt with nearly matching blue jeans, and I finally noticed the tattoos that adorned her arms, which seemed a mix of tribal and custom designs. I always fancied myself a tattoo fan, but I don't want to get all that mushy about my step-mother.

Mom finished eating long before Dad and I finished. "Alright, you two, I've actually gotta get to work and I'll be working late. I want you two to get to know each other whilst I'm away. And, Katey, you be good, or you'll have a turn over Mara's knee."

Silence filled the house as Mom put her plate in the sink and left. Dad made no move towards me at first. We simply finished eating, me obediently letting myself be spoon fed. Once all the food was gone, Mara stood and took our plates to the kitchen. She then returned to me and stood me up. "Arms up," she said and as I obeyed, she removed my shirt and tossed it to the floor before picking me up and sitting my on the table. Quickly she removed my diaper and set it aside to dispose of later. She then pulled me off the table, turned me around so I faced it and promptly bent me over it.

"I have been smelling you all morning and it is driving me mad," she said as she undid her jeans and slid them down.

"Wait, what are you..." I started and was cut off by her 8" cock being impatiently shoved into my pussy.

"Oh, that's even better than I thought. It's been far too long since I've had such a young fertile cunt wrapped around my cock. Don't get me wrong, your mother's a great fuck, but she got herself fixed, so she doesn't go into heat anymore. And I forgot how good such an eager pussy felt like," she commented and quickly set a pace, my right arm pinned behind me, my tits squashed against the table.

The only response she got from me was "Oooooooohhhhh, Daddy!" on occasion as my mind didn't really care who was fucking me.

These moans only served as encouragement and the more I made them, the harder she pounded my poor pussy. I could tell she wasn't all that used to a pussy to wet and inviting, 'cause she only fucked me for about 6 minutes, before she let my arm go so she could grab my hips with both hands and thrust as deeply as she could, unleashing long, thick, hot streams of cum into my womb, which made me gasp. "Daddy! You just...you can't!" I protested and she ignored me entirely, as she emptied her balls into me.

After she was finished the admired her handy work as a small stream of white jizz leaked from my well used cunt. However, after a moment, she yanked me off the table and pulled me to my knees where she unceremoniously stuffed her dick down my throat. "That's a good girl. Clean daddy's cock like a good slut."

I had little choice but to ensure I did a thorough job. Once she was satisfied with my work, she lifted me back onto the table where she returned the favor, expertly licking my pussy and thighs clean of jizz and juices.

"Alright, why don't you go relax in the living room. Don't worry about getting dressed. I'll get you cleaned up in a bit and then, when your mom texts me she's coming home, we'll get you into a fresh set of clothes," Mara said once she was done.