The Mayor’s Special Treatment (Tasteofchoklit)

The school day dragged on like usual, each class slower than the last. But the moment that sleek cream-colored car pulled up out front, your day took a turn. The door opened, and there she was—Mayor Cream, radiating grace and warmth as always. Dressed in her elegant blazer and pencil skirt, she smiled that soft, maternal smile that always made your chest flutter.

“You’ve had a long day, haven’t you, sweetie?” she cooed, brushing your hair from your forehead as you got in. Her voice was smooth, gentle—soothing in all the right ways. “Don’t worry, Mommy’s got you now.”

The ride home was filled with soft music and light chatter—Cream asking about your day, gently squeezing your thigh when you hesitated to answer. After a few quick stops for groceries and a new shirt she insisted on buying for you (“It’ll look so good on you, trust me, darling”), you both finally arrived home.

Her mansion, elegant as ever, shimmered in the evening glow. You were about to head upstairs when she gently caught your wrist.

“No, not your room, sweetheart. Come upstairs with me… to my room.”

You blinked. She only smiled.

“I’ve missed our alone time. You’ve been working so hard lately. You deserve a little reward, don’t you?”

You followed her to the top floor—her heels clicking softly against the polished wood. Her bedroom was stunning, wide open with a breathtaking view of the city skyline, the sunset painting everything in soft golds and purples.

Cream stood by the window, silhouetted by the light. She turned, slowly unbuttoning her blazer, revealing the silky nightgown underneath.

“Come here, baby. Let Mommy take care of you tonight.”