When I entered the room, it was just as I had requested: panties and stockings laid out on the bed. I turned to look at him standing in the doorway, still dressed from the day. He was trying not to blush, his deep brown eyes pleading in my direction. I curled my finger up and motioned.
“Come here,” I purred.
His bare feet shuffled on the wooden floors as he crept closer. Once within arm’s reach I began to fondle his soft skin.
“I shaved just like you asked,” he whispered.
I used my hands for confirmation locking my unwavering gaze on him as I did so.
Yes, they were in fact totally smooth and ready for my fingers.
“Good boy, you know what it does to me when you’re all smooth like this.”
“Yes, Mommy,” he replied.
I stood there for a moment in the candle lit room admiring every inch of him. It was a struggle for me to focus I’ll admit but I managed to find the words I wanted most.
“Put them on.” I was pointing at the items. He took his clothes off and did as he was told. Then I motioned for him to lie down.
I towered over his motionless, pantied, smooth stocking wearing body literally licking my lips.
Mommy was happy with what she saw. Very carefully I stripped down to my bra, tossing my own panties on the floor. I climbed on top of him letting my full weight press him to the bed.
He let out a pleasurable sigh with the breath I pushed out. Immediately I placed my hand on his face and turned him to face me. Our noses were nearly touching.
“You’re making Mommy excited.”
He breathed heavier nodding.
“You’ve made Mommy throb.”
He nodded slowly.
“Are you throbbing too? Has Mommy made her little boy big in his panties?” I inquired, clearly knowing the answer.
He shut his eyes tightly, embarrassed by his own excitement. I giggled at his reaction and kissed his lips softly.
“Let Mommy check,” I said sliding down. “And don’t move, be a good boy and sit still got it?”
He nodded up and down almost peeking over his own nose. I shimmied down his body until his thick, dripping bigness was the only thing I could see. I moaned to myself. The sight of this never failed to titillate me.
I moved closer until it was just perched on my lower lip.
“Wow you did get big for Mommy like a good boy didn’t you?”
He murmured in agreement, visibly starting to squirm.
I continued to talk softly as I stroked the outside of his panties.
“You know how happy it makes Mommy to know she’s aroused you. And you know that Mommy likes her good boy to please her in any way. Today that way is going to be letting Mommy take you like a big boy in her mouth. Can you do that for Mommy?”
I stopped to see if he was still focused on me and his eyes were fixated on my mouth.
“Yes Mommy, I always want to please…,” he started but stopped mid sentence.
My mouth engulfed him in its warmness and sounds of pleasure escaped him almost involuntarily. It only took moments before I was alternating between sucking and stroking him and fast. All the while verbally arousing him.
“Mommy… I… I’m…,” he attempted.
I shushed him. Shhhh.
“Little boys like you listen to Mommies like me. No talking, I only want your good boy cream.”
He gripped the bed and bucked his body in my direction. This made it easier to stroke him even faster. I climbed on top of him again and turned my attention to his thighs, licking them in long trails. I knew he enjoyed the feel of my mouth nearly everywhere on him and heard his enjoyment behind me.
“These are such pretty stockings but Mommy can’t get to your legs in them,” I said between kissing the fabric. I kissed up from his ankles to right between his legs and drug my tongue down again. His feet curled.
“Mommy will fix that.”
I found a tiny run in the stocking and wiggled my finger in it, doing the same with my ass in his line of vision.
“Mommy needs these off so I can get to those pretty legs,” I informed him.
Slowly I worked the hole until it was larger and larger and used my sharp stiletto nails to shred them open. Once his legs were exposed I began licking and sucking on the flesh beneath causing him to gasp at the sensation. He was getting worked up already so I moved a bit to see his face. The torn stockings hung loose around his ankles. I pinned him down with my one hand and focused on getting him to the place he belonged; beneath me. My breasts bounced with my increased speed.
“Mommy?” He whimpered.
He called me again but this time I didn’t answer or make a sound. I let his whimpers eventually turn into whining before finally I looked at him and not his mesmerizing member again.
His mouth tried to make words but he came up empty and flustered.
“You ready to give Mommy what she wants?”
I didn’t wait for an answer as I caressed his face in one hand and his cock in the other. His breathing became erratic and his moans deepened.
This was my favorite part.
My hand felt the familiar twitching and without warning it was covered in a warm, overflowing, whiteness.
I patted his head gently as he tried to gather his breathing.
“There you go sweetie. You were such a good boy.”
He smiled and sank into the sheets. He looked as if he were ready for a nap and I knew Mommy had used him just the way we both wanted…like every good boy should be used.
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