Page 37 of Mommy Calls Me Princess

Mommy kissed the top of my head. “Nursing isn’t a fetish I’ve ever explored, and it tends to lead Mommy toward wanting special tickles.” I giggled. How did she know what I wasthinking? Mommy never asked for special tickles, but if I wasn’t too sleepy... “But if it helps my Princess sleep I’m willing to try.”

My mommy was the bestest.

I sighed. Why had that been so hard to ask?

Because you’re still getting to know each other.

“Thank you, Mommy.”

“You’re welcome, my love.”

Mommy dried and dressed me in my pretty princess pj’s. Once she got everyone’s dinner order she called it in. “Princess and Vale, why don’t you pick a movie for us to watch while we eat?”

“Yay!” We both cheered and ran for the remote.

“No running you two.”

“Sorry, Daddy Jack.” I said at the same time Vale said, “Sorry, Daddy.”

“Let’s watch this one.” Vale picked the Princess and the Frog ‘cause he knew it was my favorite.

I kissed his cheek. “Thanks Monkey.”

“You’re welcome, Princess.” The giggles came when a new movie title popped into my head. “What’s so funny?”

“We should make our own movie—The Princess and her Monkey.” That led to more giggles from both of us and by the time we caught our breath the food was here.

“Yay! Pizza!” Vale and I were of one brain tonight. The grown-ups got boring grown-up food but Vale and I spread out on the floor with the blanket and pillows Mommy and Daddy Jack set up for us.

“Promise to eat your pizza?” Mommy asked us.

“Yes, Mommy.”

“Okay, here are your milkshakes. It was easier to order dessert now rather than later.”

“Thank you!”

We sang along with all the songs and wiggled our tushes as we ate. Too soon, the food was gone, our tummies were full, and the movie was over.

“Bedtime. We have an early morning tomorrow.” Mommy was right and Sarah was yawning. We helped clean up the living room and set up Sarah’s bed then said goodnight.

As soon as our bedroom door shut, Mommy stripped down. No matter how many times I saw her naked it never failed to take my breath away. “Mommy, do you know how beautiful you are?” She always told me I was, but had I said it enough to her?

“Thank you, Princess. It means more to hear it from your wife.”

He-he I was Mommy’s wife and princess. The best of both worlds!

“Come, on,” she patted the bed beside her. “Let’s see if we can’t get you wound down and to sleep.”

Why was I so nervous? Was there a right or wrong way to do this?

Pull up your big girl panties, Darcy, you’re the one who asked for it.

“Are you comfy, baby girl?”

My head rubbed against her chest. “Yes, Mommy.”

Mommy rolled toward me, tentatively I drew her nipple inside my mouth and sucked. Between mommy’s hands gently rubbing my back and the soothing suckling motion I reached that peaceful place my brain sought. If Mommy wanted special tickles she could wake me up, but for now, I was sleepy.

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