Cream Pie with Lisa: Caught Masturbating & Forced to Eat Mommy’s Fresh Cream Pie

Cream pie is one of my favorite punishments, especially when I catch my naughty boy masturbating again. I came home early from the store and there he was — pants around his ankles, hand furiously pumping his young cock while moaning my name. Instead of scolding him, I smiled. This was the perfect opportunity to teach him a real lesson with a hot, dripping cream pie.

“Oh honey,” I purred, stepping into the room and slowly lifting my skirt. “You’ve been a very bad boy. Mommy has a special treat for you today.” I pushed him onto his back on the bed and straddled his face, my soaked panties hovering just above his mouth. He stared up at me with wide, guilty eyes while I slipped my fingers between my legs and rubbed my swollen clit right in front of him.

“I went out and got a nice big load from the neighbor,” I whispered wickedly. “Now you’re going to clean up Mommy’s fresh cream pie as punishment.” I pulled my panties aside and lowered my creamy, cum-filled pussy onto his mouth. Thick white seed mixed with my juices dripped onto his tongue as I ground down hard. “Eat it all, baby. Every drop of that stranger’s cum belongs in your belly now.”

He groaned and started licking desperately, his tongue diving deep into my messy hole to scoop out every sticky strand. I rode his face slowly, smearing the warm cream pie all over his lips, nose, and chin while I moaned with pleasure. “That’s it, my little cuck. Clean Mommy’s used pussy like a good boy.” The more he ate, the harder his cock got again. I reached back and stroked him teasingly, keeping him on edge while he swallowed load after load.

I told him this was what happened to bad boys who jerk off without permission — they get turned into eager little cum eaters. I made him thank me between long, sloppy licks. “Thank you for feeding me your cream pie, Mommy,” he mumbled into my dripping cunt, completely humiliated and addicted. I came hard on his tongue, flooding his mouth with even more of my juices mixed with the stranger’s thick cum.

By the time I was satisfied his face was glazed and shiny. I made him keep licking until I was sparkling clean, then I finally let him stroke himself to the edge while I whispered filthy cuckold phone sex fantasies in his ear. He exploded all over his own stomach, and of course I made him scoop that up and eat it too.

These taboo sessions always leave me soaking wet and ready for more. During my late-night phone sex calls I love sharing every dirty detail — telling callers exactly how I turn naughty boys into eager cream pie cleanup sluts who beg for more punishment.

Nothing makes me wetter than knowing I’ve completely broken him with nothing but my used, creamy pussy and a firm hand.