What the heck's a cream pie?
I've never had that kind of pie before, but my insides sensed something delicious. My tummy was aflutter. My pussy lips puckered. The way Mommy and Daddy said "cream pie" made me quiver with anticipation!
But before I could question that cream pie any further, Mommy leapt to her feet and whirled all around and swept up the bakery box from the nearby coffee table. As she held the pale pink box in front of her, memories of snickerdoodles, pink tutus, and frosted cupcakes surged towards me.
You see, back when I was just a little girl, Mommy and Daddy would take me to that pink-box bakery after every dance recital. I used to love sharing those crumbly cookies and buttercream cupcakes with Mommy and Daddy after dancing—they always said I looked so beautiful in my little ballerina costume, no matter how much frosting I had gotten on my face!
But now that I'm all grown up, I feel even more beautiful. Kneeling before them. Naked. With some of Daddy's frosting still on my face.
"Happy birthday!" Mommy and Daddy cheer in unison, breaking my recollection while revealing a vanilla meringue cake topped with eighteen perfectly placed candles. I squeal like a little girl and clap my hands eagerly while Mommy and Daddy light the candles and begin to sing: "Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you..."
"Make a wish, Baby Girl!"
I take a big breath. Yikes—my throat's sore from Daddy shoving his dick down there! I swallow, take another deep breath, and blow out the candles. Mommy and Daddy applaud; I beam with delight past lingering wisps of frankincense and man musk.
"What did you wish for, Princess?"
"I can't tell you—'cuz then it won't come true!"
"Can you give us a hint?"
"Hmmmm," I ponder loudly, protruding my pout like a spoiled little girl, "I guess I could give you a clue!"
I insert a finger into the cake. Mommy and Daddy stare at me as meringue icing envelopes my index finger. Carefully, methodically, I extract sweet frosting and smear it upon my breasts. My nipples grow hard and poke through the white whipped topping like two pink jellybeans.
Mommy gasps and nearly drops the cake; Daddy groans and begins to grow. Again. Down there. He didn't bother to button up after fucking my face.
"You're being naughty, Baby Girl," Daddy begins through deep breaths, but I quickly cut him off.
"Shhhh," I say, pushing one finger against my lips and another into the top of my cake, "I'm not done giving hints!"
My sweet, sticky finger now makes it way to Mommy. I gently press my frosted fingertip on Mommy's chest, just above her bodice, marking my territory with two little daubs. She bites her lip with fervor as my finger goes back to the cake. Again, I withdraw a hint and wiggle it towards Mommy's mound, ever so careful to not get any frosting on her beautiful new bodysuit.
A twinkle in her eye and a smirk on her lips meant Mommy knew what I wished for.
Mommy returns the cake to the coffee table and brushes the back of her hand across my face. She leans in. Close. I can feel her warm breath tickle my cheek. It made my toes curl. Exciting pressure fills the space between us. My heartbeat races while goose bumps bloom. Mommy's breath becomes hotter and heavier, mirroring my own. I bite my lip just as quickly as she licks hers. An unconscious smile spreads across my face...my lips began to part...eagerly awaiting Mommy's breath and anticipating the tongue that follows...
