bakerstreet | daddy/mommy kink

daddy/mommy kink - last edit i swear

the daddy/mommy kink meme
Daddy shouldn't waste his time. And from now on... it's gonna be nothing but short, short skirts around the house. And you know something else, Daddy? Mommy is just so sick and tired of wearing panties.

You didn't have the greatest childhood. Welcome to the club. Or you're still young and looking for guidance. On the other hand, you might be dealing with realizing you're getting older - and feeling like a pervert for being attracted to younger people. Why not go all the way and indulge in a little daddy or mommy kink?

A "daddy" or "mommy" is usually an older or more dominant male sexual partner with a submissive partner. The partners usually enjoy some level of "role-play" where the daddy or mommy tells the "younger" one what to do. In rare cases, the younger may assume a "switch" sexual role with the daddy or mommy, too.

Note that mommy or daddy kinks don't always have to do with "incest" or "ageplay." They can often come from a desire for domination a la BDSM or from a want to be taken care of. You can read more about it here and here.

Also, there will be some options that allow the situations to be "real" between the characters, as well as strictly in-character roleplay. Please proceed with caution if these matters trigger you.

how to play
- Comment with your character and preferences. Please be specific about what you want and don't want. Mention what role your character is most likely to play. Consider being open to both and aging up, down, whatever.
- Reply to others.

prompts

1. in the heat of the moment - you called them "mommy" or "daddy" during sex. it wasn't planned, though it sure as hell may be awkward.
2. pretend age difference aka roleplay
3. actual age difference
4. daddy/girl - daddy just loves spoiling his little girl...or boy.
5. mommy - momma will take care of everything.
6. lolita - they really are underage, and tempting
7. problem child - the "child" controls the "parent"
8. lose control - in real life, you're in charge. in the bedroom, you want to take the weight off your shoulders.
9. mild - none of this is serious for you, just some occasional playing to switch things up. you don't go heavy into the kink.
10. dress up - frilly dresses, thigh highs, mary janes, oh my!
11. punishment - naughtiness needs to be punished.
12. bad childhood - things were rough for you as a child. maybe you can have something better now.
13. real - aka incest. if not parent/child, at least older sibling/younger sibling.
14. oedipus complex - a boy's best friend is his mother, and you're still searching for that replacement friend.
15. milf - not strictly mommy or daddy kink, but there is a hot mother you wouldn't mind being a mother lover for.
16. pregnancy - mommy (or daddy) is pregnant, and that's not stopping you.
17. parents - not parent/child, but parent/parent. maybe you have a kid together, or maybe you just like calling each other mommy and daddy and playing house.
18. pampered - you are spoiled rotten.
19. just want to be comforted - this isn't even sexual for you. you just want warmth and caring.
20. full monty - you want a whole setting with all the props so you can regress back to childhood.
21. WILDCARD

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ooc: I'll let you pick. :)

Months since their arrival, things between Booker and Madison have not gotten significantly better; but then again, they haven't gotten worse, either. She was still as willful and rebellious and difficult as ever, and he was as cantankerous and immovable and determined to protect her. As ever, they swung between arguing and fucking, between peace and punishments, and everything in between. But the last two weeks have been particularly good, so in a surprsing fit of generosity and trust, Booker arranged a shopping trip.

Money was not particularly a problem for them, as they'd brought enough trinkets and knowledge from the other realities to keep their pockets lined but not so heavily as to attract attention. But Booker had plenty saved (in places and ways he refused to tell Madison about) and so he decided to splurge some of that to drive them to another city where they wouldn't be recognized and where they could play spoiled little girl and indulgent father in a department store for a few hours, then retire to a five-star hotel for dinner and other diversions.

When the doors were opened and the staff ushered them inside, Booker could tell that Madison was in her element.

"Oh. My. God."

Finally. After being told she couldn't have any new clothes and she had to behave (what-the-fuck-ever, Booker), he was finally taking her shopping for clothes. New clothes. Cool clothes.

She couldn't help herself and ran into his arms, kissing him full on the lips as she wrapped her legs around his waist. "Oh, you're seriously the best fucking Daddy ever," she murmured against his lips before she jumped away and giggled, picking out cute clothes that were too tight or too short.

He'd like them. Or tear them off her before fucking her. It always ended up that way.

Booker followed along in Madison's wake, looking every inch the befuddled, put-upon, doting father that he could so often be. He watched as his daughter made a disaster site of the place, picking through the current fashions with disdain until she could find pieces that suited her style, one which wouldn't be fashionable in this dimension for decades.

"Sweetheart, please pick out a few reasonable and practical dresses? For me?"

Finding a well-cushioned seat near the changing rooms, Booker sat down to spectate.

"Seriously? Really?"

She sighed and rolled her eyes, but Madison figured she could get the normal clothes he wanted in addition to the ones she liked. After all, he was being awfully nice in letting her finally get stuff she'd been wanting. "Fine," she told him, sticking a tongue out playfully, before finding something she liked and figured he would, too.

"Hang on a sec, Daddy, be back." Madison scooped up the frilly dress that reminded her of those sexy schoolgirl outfits, and put it on out of view. Then she came out, twirled in a circle for Booker, and gave him her best innocent-face (which for Madison took a lot of acting so he better fucking appreciate it).

"Well, Daddy?"

He didn't even try to hide the way his eyes widened at Madison's entrance. She looked like the most irresistible combination of innocence and wantonness he'd ever been lucky enough to see, and his cock stirred in his trousers immediately. Of course, he knew that much of that perception was knowing his daughter the way he did-- to any outside observer, she would simply be another schoolgirl.

Slowly, he stood and moved closer to her. "You look stunning, darling." Booker leaned down and whispered in her ear. "Make sure you wear this one back to the hotel. And buy more than one set... in case I damage it."

Madison smirked and licked her lips, then gave her Daddy a waggling of her eyebrows. She'd known it was going to work. "Maybe I should buy more than just two, then? To be safe."

She went back and picked out the clothes she liked, but also got a mess of clothes frilly and similar to the outfit she was wearing. She purposely moved around so the skirt would swish just so to tease Booker, then waved at him.

"Ready to go to the hotel, Daddy." Madison left the frilly-girl-outfit on, though, and then walked up to him and jumped into his arms, her legs around his waist.

Glancing around, Booker found no watching eyes and no fellow shoppers, so he took a few reckless moments to reach down and squeeze Madison's firm rear and crush a kiss against her mouth. It lasted for a few seconds, and then he let go and moved back. By the time a clerk was ready to ring up their purchases, they were completely put together again.

The clothes were soon paid for and boxed and taken away to be delivered to the hotel separately. Booker brought Madison out of the store and into a cab, doubling the fare to get them back quickly.

By the time they reached their suite and the door was locked, the eyes Booker turned to his daughter were dark and hungry.

She loved the feel of his hand on her ass and his mouth on hers, so she gave him the biggest pout when he stopped. But, Madison could tell he was trying to get them back to the hotel quickly, so she didn't make a big deal out of it.

When the door was shut and she saw the look in her father's eyes, she smirked and twirled for him again before sucking on her thumb a little bit, letting her eyes go wide while she pretended to be the good girl she knew she wasn't.
"Is there something you want, Daddy?"

Booker grinned and crossed the room while Madison played the innocent little girl, a combination that was already making his cock hard and aching.

"I'd just like to thank my precious little girl for behaving so well during our trip to the store. No tantrums, no fighting, no arguing. It was very nice. How about I give you a kiss, to start?"

He closed the gap between them and wrapped his arms around his daughter. Booker leaned down and pressed his mouth to Madison's, parting her lips to make way for his tongue.

Madison could play the innocent girl for Booker a little bit, since he was in such a good fucking mood and she wanted more gifts and presents from him.

And mind-blowing sex.

"Aww, thanks Daddy," she cooed, noticing that her father's cock was already hard. When he kissed her, she moaned softly into his mouth and wrapped her arms around his neck, but decided to go ahead and let him lead this time instead of her normal thing of being a bratty little bitch which would lead to spankings and such. Why not? He'd been nice; she could be too.

"Mmm, your mouth tastes good, Daddy." She pressed her body against his, brushing his pants so she could feel how hard his cock was, and gasped in pretend shock. "Daddy... what's that?"

The kiss was wonderful, and Booker was thoroughly enjoying not having to fight Madison for it and was looking forward to not having to fight her for anything else he wanted next. Her gasp of surprise threw him for a moment, but he tumbled to the game quickly enough. This was definitely a new face for her, one that was making his cock throb in his trousers.

"Why, that's one more special treat for my little girl," he answered. "One I had to wait until we were alone to give you."

He grasped Madison's hand in his and brought it back down to the bulge in his pants. "Would you like me to give it to you now, sweetheart?"

"A treat?" Madison batted her eyes at her father, acting like she didn't know what it was, and then gasped - really - once he pressed her hand to his cock and she felt how big and hard he was for her already.

"Mmm-hmm," she whispered, nodding her head at him as she tried to control her breathing. God, she wanted him to fuck her so badly. "Please, Daddy?" She let her fingers squeeze Booker's cock just slightly, enough that it could be taken as an accident but also enough that he would know what she was really after. She kissed him quickly and added, "I'm getting all hot, Daddy... make it better, please? Can I have my present?"

"Of course, sweetheart, of course. Let's go to the bedroom." Taking Madison's hand, he led her over to sit on the edge of the bed, its height perfectly placing her looking directly at his waist. She was an absolute vision, sitting with her lacy skirts flounced around her, looking up at him wide-eyed and adoring.

"First, you've got to get it ready."

Booker unzipped his trousers and drew out his half-hard cock, presenting it to his daughter. "Give it kisses and lick it like a lollipop and it'll be ready in no time."

Oh, she would. She abso-fucking-lutely loved giving him blowjobs. Madison kept her eyes on his and let her tongue peek out slowly, enough to lick the tip of his cock before she gave him a kiss there too.

"Like that?"

Then she opened her mouth again and licked his cock up and down the whole length, moaning happy little sounds before she closed her lips around his cock and stilled, her tongue licking while she didn't move her mouth. Then Madison sucked, hard, like a lollipop and pulled her lips back until she made a smacking sound and watched her father the whole time. "Or, like that, Daddy?"

She was guessing the second way. She tried to hide her mischievous look, because damn, he tasted good.

Booker smiled. "Mmm, that was nice, babygirl. Now just--"

His words were cut off by the next few exceptionally pleasurable things Madison began to do to his cock. For the next minute or more, he was reduced to wordless groans and short breaths while his daughter worked her lips and tongue and mouth over his dick. When she pulled back and looked at him, he was dizzy, from both her ministrations and the amazing expression on her face.

"God, sweetie... you make Daddy's cock feel so good. You just keep doing what you just did, you're such a good little cocksucker..."

And the dirty talk continued to fall from his mouth as Madison continued.

Yup, she was a great cocksucker, but it was somehow really hot when he called her that in that tone of voice.

"Okay, Daddy," she whispered, keeping up the innocent act as her mouth went back to work on his cock. She let her teeth lightly graze his cock while her hands played with his balls, her eyes watching her father.

And damn it if she wasn't getting wet just from doing that to him.

She moved her mouth slowly back and forth and then pushed her face all the way to the hilt, holding herself there until she couldn't breathe anymore, coughing as she pulled her lips away. Her saliva coated his cock and dripped down her chin before she went back and tried again.

"Oh, babygirl... oh, sweetheart... that's it, that's so good..." Booker was nearly babbling while the girl worked him with her mouth. Everything she did was amazing, from the simple licks to the demonstration of her abilities that came later.

He reached down and stroked Madison's hair, petting her while she sucked and licked at him. Booker's fingers then tightened in his daughter's hair each time she swallowed him deeply.

"Such a good girl... but you might have to stop unless you'd really like to taste Daddy's come before we play any more games."

She had a thing for his hand in her hair. Madison purposely pulled back so he would yank on it, causing her to gasp and moan so her father would know exactly how much she liked that.

She looked up at him and stopped, licking her lips and nodding. Good. Time for fucking.

"Oh, yes, Daddy... I want to play games with you. Teach me?"

She was doing so well that when Madison pulled away, his hand tightening in her hair and pulling her back was pure instinct-- put the noises she made when he did made it clear how much his daughter enjoyed it. Booker made a mental note of that for the future.

"All right, babygirl. Sit down on the edge of the bed and raise your skirt so I can see those pretty panties we just bought you."

Booker pulled a chair up to the bed and reached for the girl, tugging those panties to the side, exposing her smooth, glistening slit. He began to rub her and stroke her folds.

"Now this game is all about control. You need to count all the way to one hundred before I'll let you come."

Oh, fuck yes. Madison was already wet, of course, so once her father started playing with her cunt and rubbing her, she was moaning and moving her hips. Why wouldn't he take the damn panties off? Evil evil man.

Then her eyes opened and she almost glared at him, ready to start swearing. But this was a game, she reminded herself, and one she'd started with him. Fine, let it be like that, but don't think I'm not gonna make sure that you're as fucking horny as hell too, Daddy she mentally told herself.

"Daddy," she whined instead, giving him her best pout, but started counting. By the time she was at 10, she was squirming all over his hand. Once she hit 20, she was panting and shaking, trying not to come.

At 30, she was crying and begging her father to let her come.

At 40, she didn't think she could make it any further, and Madison promised him the world, promised him anything, promised she'd be a good girl forever, if he'd only let her come. Her eyes were fixed on her father's as she begged shamelessly.

"Daddy.... please... please please now I can't, I can't... DADDY...."

Booker's eyes never left his daughter's. His fingers moved constantly-- either he was stroking them up and down her folds or circling them around her clit or slipping one or two up into her pussy, he was relentless. He watched as Madison strained and fought to keep herself under control, but he'd known it had been an impossible instruction.

His face softened-- and his cock hardened-- when she pleaded with him.

"Oh, you really do have your Daddy wrapped around your little finger, babygirl. Go ahead and come."

He reached his hand out, grasping Madison by the back of the neck, both to hold her so that he could keep his eyes on her, and to prevent her from falling off the bed when her orgasm struck.

As soon as he said she could come, Madison screamed. Her cunt tightened and she was still crying, tears wetting her cheeks as she panted and clung to her father tightly until she couldn't even hold her legs up and open for him anymore.

"Daddy Daddy Daddy Daddy..." she whispered over and over until her orgasm stopped and all that was left where little shakes in her body from where his fingers still toyed and played with her cunt. Madison leaned into him and smiled.

"Thank you Daddy for letting me come," she told him, the words she knew he'd want to hear that would drive him crazy. She looked down at his bulge, where her father's cock was harder than before.

"But... don't you still have a special treat for me, Daddy?" Madison gave him her best innocent-fuck-me-now look.

"That's it, babygirl, that's it... oh God, you're so pretty when you come, you're so pretty... yes, that's it, come for Daddy..." he whispered hotly in her ear the entire time Madison was shaking and crying out, his fingers still moving rapidly in her cunt. It was a long time from first crest until his daughter's body finally started to quiet down.

Booker all but growled at her thanks. "You're welcome, sweetheart. And yes, I do. First, though, be a good girl and clean up." At that, he pressed his juice-soaked fingers to Madison's lips, sliding them into her mouth.

That done, he took his cock in that same hand, not needing to bring it back to hardness at all, coating it with his daughter's wetness. "Lay back on the bed, sweetie." Booker reached down and pulled Madison's panties aside again and plunged his cock into her pussy.

She loved sucking her own juices off his fingers, but Madison kept up the little girl act just for him when she did it, licking slowly and softly with uncertainty in her eyes until he told her to lay back.

Fucking yes.

She did as he told her to do and felt his fingers brush her sensitive pussy when he moved her panties aside - leaving them on her, oh fuck yes - and she shivered on the bed until she felt her father's cock thrust deep inside of her wet pussy, stretching and filling her with how big and hard he was. How deep he went. She screamed again, then whispered and moaned, "Daddy, Daddy, yes... I love my Daddy's cock so much..."

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