I'd love to take you out this Sunday morning. We could even go to church. Of course, I'm not at all religious. It would just be a perfect opportunity to prove how good you are. I would fit you with a little hidden device in your panties. Something you couldn't remove very easily. You'd be sitting demurely, head lowered, and all the while I was remotely controlling the pressure of the rumbling vibes fluttering over your sweet little pussy.

 I'd know when you started to twitch and fidget that it was taking effect, and would so much enjoy being next to you knowing that you were suffering from the sweetest awkwardness. With your Sunday dress and neat hair, every one else completely oblivious to the fact that while they sang praises your once clean fresh panties were a mess of hot girl goo. You would be trying so hard, being such a good girl, trying to keep singing along, but it would suddenly become too much, and you had to simply give in to the sensations. Your lips parted, your eyes closed, you would sway a little, shyly still, struggling a little to hide the tremors gently shaking your thighs.

I would take your hand and hold it tight, reassuring you what a good girl you're being, that it's ok to moan a little as the sound of the congregation would rise above you. I'd be next to you, my pussy swollen and dribbling, so aroused at your obedience, and knowing how much you have been struggling to contain your embarrassment and your pleasure. After the service, we would then go for lunch in a very nice restaurant where they have generously sized and very private toilet cubicles.

We would see what a lovely mess you are. I ask you to hold up your dress and examine your panties. I slowly pull them down and peel the crotch away, watching delightedly as skeins of your cum glisten between panties and pussy. I remove the device and tell you how proud of you I am. "Oh Jo..." I say softly, "you really have been so so good today. You behaved like a perfect girl in church. You gave mommy such deep pleasure, it makes me feel very close to you to know that you will suffer such indignities for your bad mommy." I straighten up and move over to sit on the wooden toilet seat, hitching up my dress.

"Come" I curl my finger to call you over. "Your reward for being such a good girl is to complete mommy's pleasure." You know what you must do. You peel down my underwear as I slide my crotchet the edge of the seat. For a few seconds you take in the sight of my swollen mommy pussy, my big unruly clitoris standing up in its thick wrinkly hood, throbbing, my phat swollen pussy lips all puffy with arousal. You part them with your tongue..."That's it..." I sigh "good girl, lick it slowly all the way down to my hole, yes." I take in the delight of watching your sweet face, so concentrated on your task, enjoying how your lips become moistened with my juice. "Now wrap your mouth around my clit darling. I want to feel you gently envelop it in your hot little mouth."

You feel the tumescent throb against your tongue and slowly start to suck the mound into your mouth. The hotness of your mouth, the sound of you sucking on me makes me gush afresh. You don't need telling what to do now, you run your tongue down my sopping pinkness and push it into me. "Oh Jo..." I moan. "Yes, please... oh darling girl." With the feel of your little probing tongue inside my cunt and your sweet nose against my throbbing clit, I cum in deep shuddering spasms. You feel the hot gush of cream on your tongue and keep going, pushing into me, wanting to give mommy the very best of orgasms. As I slump, all tension appeased, I hold the back of your head tight. "Oh baby, oh sweet darling...You're such a good girl."