> Your name is Anonymous, and you have some house guests
> You don't mind, even though they've been staying for
> A while?
> You can't quite remember
> You open the trunk, and grab the grocery bags
> Need ground beef
> Cheese
> You know that very firmly
> Your first priority is getting these to the kitchen
> You walk in a fugue state, not really paying attention to where you are going
> Your vision clears, and you see Aria dumping the meat you bought onto a skillet
> Sonata is hard at work grating the cheese
> Wait
"Tacos again? Can't you guys-"
> Sonata glares at you and starts humming
> Aria rolls her eyes, but her voice fills your ears with a smoky seduction
("You like tacos, like this idiot likes tacos~, chop up some lettuce~, so it goes~.")
> You know, there is nothing better than tacos 
> Every night
> You feel you should help out somehow
"I think I'll chop up some lettuce."
> Sonata beams at you
> "Good boy!"
> Dinner passes by in a bit of a haze
> You know, yes, definitely, that it was delicious
> You feel 
> Grateful, yes, that they made dinner for you
> So you clean up, boxing up the leftovers for Sonata's breakfast
> You put away the dishes
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> It's been a long day
(Go to sleep little babe)
> Time for bed
(Go to sleep little babe)
> You find your house guests on your bed
(Your momma's gone away and your daddy's gonna stay, didn't leave nobody but the baby)
> Adagio beckons towards you
(Go to sleep little babe)
> Her lap seems so inviting
> You take off your shirt
(Go to sleep little babe)
> You crawl across Sonata, resting your head in Adagio's lap
(Everybody's gone in the cotton and the corn, didn't leave nobody but the baby)
> She smiles down at you as Sonata does something with your pants
(You're a sweet little babe)
> She lifts her shirt, exposing her breasts
(You're a sweet little babe)
> Your pants are tugged off
(Honey in the rock and the sugar don't stop, gonna bring a bottle to the baby)
> Adagio cradles your head to her bosom
(Don't you weep pretty babe)
> You suckle at her teat, so warm and conforting
(Don't you weep pretty babe)
> Her hand rubs your stomach in slow circles
(She's long gone with her red shoes on, gonna need another loving babe)
> Your mouth is filled with a wonderful, creamy, citrus flavor
(Go to sleep little babe)
> Orange creamsicle momma
(Go to sleep little babe)
> Her hand dips into your boxers
(You and me and the devil makes three, don't need no other lovin' babe)
> She grasp your erection, and strokes it slowly
(Go to sleep little babe)
> You suckle more fervently at her teat
(Go to sleep little babe)
> She arches her back, pressing your head firmly against her bosom
> Her strokes come faster, her hand jittery with pleasure
(Come lay your bones on the alabaster stones)
> All you can see, all you can smell, all you can taste is your momma
> A pressure builds, coaxed along by a motherly hand
(And be my everlovin' baby)
> Your mind blanks out as you thrust against her hand
> You feel your cum splatter against your bare chest
> She pumps you a few more times, cum spurting and dribbling onto her fingers
> Adagio lifts your head from her teat and kisses you sweetly
> "Go to sleep, my sweet babe."
> A wave of drowsiness flows through you
> You can feel Sonata's tongue gently lapping at the cum on your chest
> The last thing you see before you fall asleep is Adagio, licking her fingers with a satisfied smile
> You made momma happy
> Now you can sleep