Story Time with Mother Goose

You go to the set of Story Time with Mother Goose. You wistfully remember how you used to love that show when you were younger. You spent many a morning sitting in front of the TV with your cousin Erica watching Mother Goose reading, and people acting, fairy tale stories. As you got older, ratings for the show started to fall, and they resorted to hiring younger (and sexier) actresses; a fact that your teenage self appreciated greatly.

You walk confidently onto the set, sure that no one can see you. You see the slice of fake meadow where Mother Goose sits and reads from her “Book of Stories”, complete with tree stump seat. To the left of the meadow you see the stage where the stories are acted out, just as you remember. Near the ceiling, you can see someone walking around on a concealed balcony.

“Places! Places, people!” yells someone with a megaphone (probably the director). It looks like they’re just about to start shooting.

A woman that can only be Mother Goose walks onto the set and sits on the tree stump seat. She’s in her late twenties to early thirties, dressed in old fashioned frilly clothes and a skirt, with an enormous frilly bonnet covering her blonde curls. You catch a glimpse of her white tights and old fashioned buckle shoes as she walks past. The conservative clothes do little to hide her E cup breasts.

“5, 4, 3, 2, 1, action.” says the director, getting more and more quiet, until he’s only mouthing the last words.

The lights dim around the set as music starts to play. A marionette goose drops down from the balcony. Hey, you remember that bird! It’s Ollie, Mother Goose’s sidekick. His job was to ask questions and speak for the audience.

“Good morning boys and girls!” Mother Goose cries out. My god, they cast the right person for this role; she definitely sounds like a children’s show host. “And good morning to you too, Ollie!” she adds, petting the marionette’s head.

“Morning, Mother Goose.” says Ollie, jiggling up and down spastically. “What are we going to do today?”

You push past the crew as Mother Goose lists down some of the things that will be on today’s show. Dong swinging freely, you wonder how your powers will interact with the camera. Glancing to the side, you see some of the crew watching the video as it records. None of them react to your dick on the screen, so you should still be safe when the episode goes on the air.

As Mother Goose starts singing a ridiculous “Good Morning” duet with Ollie, you finally walk up to her, cock in hand. You grab one of her hands and get her to give you a handjob. As you harden up, Mother Goose finishes her song and begins another one. You look down at her blouse and shake your head at the injustice of it. “Breasts these beautiful deserve to be seen by everyone,” you say to yourself. To remedy the situation, you unbutton her sweater, unclip her bra and let Mother Goose's rack fall free. Her voice falters briefly as she unconsciously notices her bare chest, before continuing. Looking behind you, you see the crew’s eyes widen slightly, but they otherwise don’t react.

Your dick is at the appropriate level of hardness right about now, so you pull Mother Goose’s hand off and maneuver her so that she's bracing herself against her seat, facing the camera. You lift her skirt and pull down her tights, exposing her deliciously round ass. You take a moment to squeeze and caress it before crouching down and pulling her panties aside. You start licking Mother Goose's exposed pussy, speeding up as you get into it. You can feel her tense up, shocked at the sudden sensation from nowhere. She does a remarkable job of not moaning, although whimpers of pleasure still escape her.

“W-what should I sing next?” Mother Goose asks, and waits for an answer.

Ollie leans toward the camera for a moment. “I think the kids want to hear Mary Had A Little Lamb.” he responds.

“Did you say M-mary Had A Little Lamb? Wonderful idea!” As she starts to sing again, her pussy begins to drip with deliciously salty juices. Your cock properly hardened, and her vagina properly lubricated, you think it’s about time you really got down to business. You stand up, take aim, and ram your penis as far as it will go into Mother Goose’s waiting hole. As the warm softness envelopes your manhood, she gasps in response, stuttering on the last few words of the song.

“We sh-should sing round!” gasps Mother Goose. “D-do you know what a r-round is, children?” As she explains, you look at the editor’s screen. Watching yourself pound Mother Goose, her tits swaying to the rhythm, is making you even more aroused.

“Are you ready Ollie?”

“Ready, Mother Goose.”

So saying, Mother Goose starts a round of Frère Jacques, with Ollie joining in shortly after. As you’re fucking her, the rhythm of the song and the rhythm of your thrusting eventually match each other. You don’t know if it’s a side effect of your powers or some strange coincidence, but you laugh from the absurdity of it.

Reaching forward, you begin to squeeze Mother Goose’s tits. They’re wonderfully soft, but still firm. She keeps trying to sing, but she gradually falls more and more off beat from Ollie, until she’s groaning with pleasure at each thrust. Groans turn to squeals as you get her to tweak her own nipples.

By this point, both you and Mother Goose are ready to climax. You lift her up so that her pussy, with your engorged rod sliding in and out, is exposed to the cameras. Mother Goose moans one final time before coming. An instant later, you come too. Jizz drips from her filled womb as you shoot wave after wave of cum into her slit. Finally, your balls emptied, you help Mother Goose back to her seat. She nearly falls off, but you keep her steady.

“Wasn’t that wonderful, children?” she says breathlessly, a dreamy look on her face. The director waves at her to continue, shocking her out of her revery, after her pause extends for too long. You wonder what exactly she was thinking about if she isn’t aware of your existence.

“Now it’s time to read from the Book of Stories,” says Mother Goose, back to her energetic self. “Could you pass me the Book of Stories, Ollie?”

“Of course, Mother Goose,” says Ollie, flying off. He soon returns, the book hooked onto his feet. Mother Goose nearly pulls the marionettist from his balcony in her effort to get the book. A short story book song later, Mother Goose cracks the book open. A golden glow appears on her face, just like in every episode. Looking over her shoulder, you see that the glow comes from a small light built into the inside cover of the book.

“What story are we going to hear today?” asks Ollie.