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Davey couldn’t believe his eyes or ears when Kayla called herself Mommy. He sputtered and stuttered a few times before raking a hand through his hair with a heavy sigh and admitting. “Um, Kay, I don’t know what to say.” I looped an arm around his shoulders and pressed him in against my breasts.
“It’s okay, baby. We’ll take it slow. You can be a good boy for Mommy Kayla, can’t you?” He let out a groan and melted into me. He was looking up at me with the most adoring eyes.
“I’ll be a good boy, Mommy.”
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