How I Met My Mommy Britney Amber E2: The OnlyFans Incident

How I Met My Mommy Britney Amber: The OnlyFans Incident
by Lovely

It was supposed to be just another boring Tuesday afternoon. I was in my kitchen, wearing nothing but my black leather leggings and a tank top, lazily stirring pasta in a pot while checking my phone. My pussy was already buzzing a little because I had spent the whole morning thinking about Britney Amber and her perfect tits.

Earlier that day I had signed up for her OnlyFans because honestly it felt like a public service. Mommy Britney deserved my money for all the times she had made me squirt into my leather pants over the years.

I put my laptop on the kitchen counter, opened her page, and saw she was doing a live stream.

“Ok let’s see what my Wanking Goddess is up to,” I said aloud as I stirred the sauce.

For the first thirty minutes she was just sitting there, fully clothed, talking about her day and answering fan questions.

“Oh my god, Britney, you could literally talk about tax forms and I would still rub my pussy to it,” I mumbled, pressing my thighs together as her sweet voice filled the room.

But then it happened.

Out of nowhere, mid-sentence, she giggled and said, “Ok, I think it’s time to have some fun…”

I froze.

“Wait… wait, WHAT?” I shrieked, turning my head so fast I almost dislocated my neck.

On screen, Britney started rubbing her pussy over her panties.

My wooden spoon clattered to the floor.
“OH FUCK SHE IS DOING IT!” I screamed, abandoning my food entirely as I sprinted to the PC like an Olympic athlete.

I yanked my leather leggings down just enough to shove my hand between my legs and started rubbing furiously.

“Britney no warning no countdown you’re just gonna start wanking live like that?!” I moaned.

Britney pulled off her panties and grabbed a dildo.

I slapped the desk.
“JESUS FUCKING CHRIST SHE’S REALLY GONNA DO IT!”

Meanwhile, I could hear the faint crackling of my pasta burning on the stove but my pussy had taken full control.

“Fuck the food, Mommy Britney is stuffing her perfect wet pussy live on camera and I am not missing this for anything!” I cried as I shoved two fingers into my dripping cunt.

On screen, Britney slid the dildo deep inside her, moaning loud enough to make my pussy clench like a vice.

“OH GOD MOMMY YOU ARE SO FUCKING HOT” I wailed, grinding my clit into my palm.

My kitchen filled with smoke.
My food was dead.
But I could not stop.

Watching Britney fuck herself live while talking dirty was pure bliss. When she came with a long drawn-out moan I came too, my juices soaking through my leather leggings as I collapsed onto the keyboard.

“Holy shit… Britney Amber… you are going to fucking kill me one day” I panted, my hand still twitching against my clit.

Then I looked over and saw smoke pouring from the kitchen.
“Fuck… my pasta…”

But honestly, who gives a shit about pasta when you just watched the Wanking Queen herself cum live on OnlyFans.