Chapter 14
After decorating, Ms. Laura dragged me back up stairs. I couldn't say I was thrilled by the constant jiggling as a walked around, but she definitely was. We made it to the kitchen and she started to direct me to where all of her ingredients were, along with the equipment needed to make the cookies.
She preheated the oven then found for me a bunch of cookie cutters. Most were of familiar Christmas shapes. Bow ties, candy canes, and Santa hats, but one caught my eye. It was the shape of a cock and balls. I smirked and she saw me.
"It's because not everyone will be able to have the real thing in their mouth at the same time," she said smiling, "have you made cookies before Johnny?"
I had helped my mom a few times in the kitchen, but it was mostly with clean up, licking the doe off the spoon.
"No ma'am," I said shaking my head.
She walked up behind me and took one of my ass cheeks in each of her hands, "don't worry dear. You're in good hands."
I followed her direction precisely. In a large mixing bowl she eventually had a thick doe. She then pulled out a bit of flour and splashed it on to the clean surface of her counter top.
I looked at her confused. Naked and being fondled by a woman, but mind of course was in the gutter. She must have picked up on what I was thinking.
"I need to find a good wife for you," she laughed, "you're hopeless in the kitchen and have a dirty mind. Pull out the doe and put it in in the flour. It's so it won't stick to the surface as you roll it flat."
As she walked away to get the rolling pin she slapped me on the ass. Though I couldn't see it I was sure she left a white hand print on my cheek. I rolled out the doe till she stopped me. Thin enough she started to cut out shapes and place them on a waiting pan. Once she filled the pan she had me ball up the doe and start again.
We did it several times and I was even starting to have fun doing this. I almost forgot the sexual part of our activity. That was until the last pan was filled and in the oven. She set the timer for twenty minutes and got close to me.
"We got twenty minutes on the timer," she turned around so her ass was against my growing cock, then placed her hands in the flour covered counter top, "let's see what you can do in that time."
I reached out and started to rub her round ass in painted on leather pants, "Yes Ma'am."
On the clock, I wasn't going to waste time. I rolled down the leggings to reveal her brilliantly white bottom. I bent over to kiss it and hopefully give my cock time to wake up from its daze.
Her pussy smelled sweet and was already wet. I gave it a lick and attempted to penetrate her with my tongue. I was met with an impatient clearing of her throat and the strumming of her fingers on the table.
"Clock is ticking boy. You don't want to burn the cookies do you?" she said mockingly.
Trying to obey her command, I stood back up and tried to force my cock into her opening. Still hardening and dry it wasn't going in. I was starting to get embarrassed. She was now looking back at me with an indifferent look.
Blood finally filling my organ I backed out then attacked from a different angle. I almost stirred my cock in her juices to get it wet. After a slow pressure I felt something give, and I slid all the way in.
The mocking indifference in her face crumbed into one of satisfaction. I started to thrust slowly still gathering lubrication. As I picked up speed I let go of my cock and place my hand on her shoulder to better control the pace.
