<div class="floatleft">(https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-v2pH5SfaC70/XWUChtqFPEI/AAAAAAAAaQU/BjcSUAJshd8fVjYTLTUDSB2zmoMFQQySgCLcBGAs/s1600/18.%2BSydney%252C%2BAustralia.jpg)</div><br/><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Erin Sinclair<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>June 3, not too early morning<br/><strong>Location:</strong>dress shopping!!!<br/><strong>Mood:</strong>Very happy, amused<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Little girl, definitely a little girl<br/><hr/><hr/><br/>Erin smiled as she watched her daughter, her own mind mirroring some of the very naughty thoughts. Mar and Erin were inventive on their own, but the sweet little college girl inspired them to divinely wicked heights. And she was just so perfectly preciously beautiful and submissive and a great match outside the bedroom. The archaeologist knew she was continually raving about her daughter, even if mostly only in her own mind, but she just couldn't help it.<br/><br/>The redhead smiled faintly at her beautiful little blonde, mixing sternness and delight. Celeste was listening, and that was a very good thing. Her lipsticked mouth twitched at the foot stamping and whining, trying not to burst out into uncontrolled laughter. That was entirely the wrong message for the situation, but she wanted to sweep her baby girl up and just cover her in endless kisses.<br/><br/>Watching her precious little daughter with a slightly red ass crawl towards her, Mommy made a definite note to get a leash and collar, possibly a butt plug tail. Yes, most of their dynamic was family play, mommy and daddy loving and controlling their little girl, in between fucking her senseless, but that didn't mean they couldn't play other games as well. Her attention was somewhat stolen by the kisses, each one resulting in a soft little happy sigh. "Mm, good little girl. I know how much you love Mommy."<br/><br/>Her hands stroked the little blonde hair under her dress, utterly amused by the girls newfound obedience and desire to be perfect for her incestuous dominant. Unfortunately, she still had lessons to teach the girl, and Erin gently pushed that little beautiful head out from between her legs, voice getting firmer. "Celeste. Didn't I tell you to take care of your dress? Do you think that means leaving on the floor? Did you listen to what I said at all? Girls who leave their clothes on a dressing room floor don't get to kiss Mommy's pussy! They invented hangers for a reason. Crawl back there and take care of your clothes if you want the privilege of wearing them!" Again, she kept her voice low... Humiliating her beautiful daughter was absolutely sexy fun, but they both had limits she wanted to stay well within. She could get away with a certain amount of public play, but pushing it past the point management would have to intervene was not in her goals.<br/><br/>"Do I need to march over there and show you how to use a hanger? I'm not even asking you to fold it or anything,  just get it hung up neatly. If you can do that, bring me that cute little dress that you've demanded to be put in, and Mommy will see if you can eat pussy without getting your new dress dirty." Oh, it was hard not to laugh doing this! Already Erin loved the girl more than she thought possible. Bossing her around was super sexual, but Mommy always wanted to just hug her forever and soothe her fears and tell her she'd never let go.<br/><br/>But for now... She briskly put the dress on her little girl, pinching at those perfect little nipples and squeezing at that gorgeous bruised butt. Then she gently pushed her blonde baby down between her legs, ready for the college girl to earn her dresses. Not that she would ever actually demand sex for spoiling, but Celeste always had her safe word.