I knew, as it was still the times of COVID that this was the safest bet. As much as I wanted to see him, he had just been visiting with friends who traveled from a high risk location. He had to be quarantined from me, it was the right thing to do. I tried to look on the bright side, this would give us a chance to sharpen those long distance sexy skills that we had once used to our advantage.
I sent him a calendar invite that implied exactly what I was seeking, play time with Mommy. As willful as he is, when the time calls for it, he is exceptionally obedient and will follow my instructions to the letter. This is a trait I love about him. His attention to detail makes him a perfect right-hand man (boy). When our scheduled time rolled around, I was early (unheard from me haha), and he arrived, just as I had requested – nude and not showing his face – we can’t trust online video. I could see him crossing his lovely legs the way he does sometimes when he’s getting into middle space; a little timid but eager. He’s mentioned before that I have “a voice” that I use when I am feeling sexy or in my dominant mindset and today was actually the first time I noticed it too. I had joined not too long after a work Zoom meeting and it was the first time I had felt relaxed all day.
“Hi, sweetie. Mommy is very happy to see you,” I purred.
“Hi Mommy, I am happy to see you too,” he said back coyly.
We were both playing the same game.
“Do you have all the things that Mommy requested?”
He made a small agreeing noise and said, “Yes Mommy.”
I made him show me and then told him he was to follow my instructions during our virtual play time. He, of course, agreed.
“Mommy wants you to show her just how much you’ve missed her.”
I didn’t even have to explain what I meant as this was something I say in person to him while playing with his hair as he’s nuzzled into me. So, he knew instinctively that this meant he had permission to touch himself. Which he did. You would think after years and years and oodles of dicks (yes, I’ve seen more than two women’s fair share!) that I would be bored of this sight. I was not. I took in all the subtle movements he made, where he was placing his hands, the grip he was using…it was a feast for my eyes and ears.
“Mommy, I miss your touch,” he moaned as he continued to stroke.
“Mommy misses touching you.”
“But right now, I need you to be Mommy’s good slut,” I whispered.
He sped up his stroking speed. I knew he liked being called a ‘slut’ just as much as did when we were in the heat of things.
I let him moan, groan, and take his time as I graced him with all the cleavage he could handle from beneath my silk robe. I touched my nipples, teasing them just the way he liked.
“I miss suckling on Mommy’s breasts,” he whined.
This was an understatement. When we used to do suckling, sometimes he would go 15, 20, 30 minutes or longer as if in a spell unseen to me. It would fluctuate between relaxing, arousing, and soothing in ebbs and flow.
“Mommy, may I take a screenshot of your breasts? They look…,” he trailed off.
I chuckled a bit. “Yes, sweetie. But Mommy is going to take one of you too, for her naughty picture collection.”
The more he touched himself, the bigger, if possible, he became. I knew he was getting close to making a very big, nasty, naughty mess all over himself. Sometimes this was my favorite part, just watching him release all of his carnal, kinky, and depraved build-up. It made me feel special that he usually saved this performance for me and I watched as his thighs, stomach, and hands were covered in white, sticky goodness.
“Thank you for being a good and slutty boy for Mommy,” I thanked him.
“Yes Mommy, always for you,” he whispered back.