It’s not my first time getting tangled in your web. First it was the algorithm, then your fansite, and finally Mommy’s web site. I’ve rationalized this intoxicating pull as a crush, a distraction, a shameful urge, and finally a need. Each time I started to engage, I would bail when it started to feel too “real.” Shame would win for a while. But there were always reminders. Rope, leather daddies, that scene in Disobedience, all taking up residence in my mind rent free.
But it’s Mommy that holds the key. Because Mommy came back into my orbit signaling her COVID precautions are still available. As a BDSM newbie living with a chronic illness, I feel seen on these multiple levels. My excitement outweighs the comfort of safe and familiar. And if I want to explore that part of myself, I have to choose to submit.
My shirt buttons are strained. On the days that I do wear a bra, it’s certainly nothing like what I’m wearing for you. The black lace frames my tattoos in surprisingly pleasant ways, and as requested, tits are spilling out over top thanks to the underwire for these D cups.
You’re leisurely reclined, legs spread, stroking. It feels like I’ve interrupted but I can’t look away. My mind flashes to the fantasy I’ve been edging to, spitting on your gorgeous cock and stroking it between my breasts till you cum. Good girls are patient, I remind myself.
“Are you watching, sweetie?” “Come closer, I want to see you.” As I approach, I feel the anticipation burning in my chest. You wrap your hand around my neck, drawing me in to meet your scalding lips, and I remember, this is Mommy’s time now.
“Show me you understood the assignment, sweetie.”
I disrobe revealing a lace jock strap to complement the brassier. It is far removed from the usual boxer briefs and lets me lean into this femme boy fantasy I didn’t even know existed. Fun.
I kneel in front of Mommy’s lap, your cock inches from my face, and any illusion of chill quickly vanishes. I’m a mess. I’ve tried to maintain my composure, but in your presence, it must be so obvious. Mommy can smell it, can feel the heat from my cunt, can sense the deep want/need for you to fill me up. I bite my lip, hoping it’ll steady my nerve, maybe the pain will distract me. But you’ve clocked it.
“Are you hungry for Mommy’s cock?”
“Yes, so hungry for you, Mommy.”
“I think you’re thirsty too.”
You lean forward, open my mouth wide with your thumb, running it over my tongue. I inhale sharply and shudder a moan at how intoxicating Mommy tastes. Your long fingers wrap around my chin, turning my mouth into a vessel. You spit. I’m overcome by gratitude, and savor its silky sweetness. “Are you ready to suck Mommy’s cock?” The words cut straight to my cunt and I can only muster an enthusiastic nod. “Say, ‘Yes, Mommy.’” “Yes, please Mommy, may I please suck your big cock?,” I whimper.
Mommy leans back as I savor each inch of you, running from base to tip, attuned to your reaction, your hips setting the tempo. You run your fingers through my hair firmly but gently holding my head in place as you slide in and out of my mouth. I gag at the pressure but focus myself by listening to Mommy’s moans with each thrust. I want Mommy to feel good so badly.
One more deep push and Mommy pulls out her cock, strings of saliva glistening on the tip, and runs it over my flushed lips. I’ve been so consumed with giving Mommy pleasure that I didn’t realize I’ve basically been humping the air. Mommy knows, though. “Well you’re eager to get fucked, aren’t you?” I already know I’m incredibly wet; I didn’t know I could get harder, but then you said that. “Yes, Mommy,” almost pleading in response. “Climb up here, and show Mommy how you like it.”
I straddle Mommy’s lap, and slowly slide her cock into my cunt. As I work down your thick shaft, I know I’m in trouble. I want to take my time, to give you a good show, and you indulge by starting to film. Every inch of you is hitting all the right spots, my back arches and I look into the camera, “oh fuck, Mommy, you feel so good,” as I speed up the pace slightly. Eventually, you’re satisfied with the recording and grab my hips. That little bit of control, that show, quickly fades away as I realize Mommy is now setting the pace. Oh shit, I’m really in trouble. It feels so good, too good, and I’m already teetering on the edge.
“Fuck, Mommy, if you keep this up, I’m going to cum.” “Oh yeah?”, you say with an evil smile. “Do you want to cum, sweetie?” Of course I do, but this isn’t what I planned. I bite my lip again, and manage to get the words “I’m not ready yet, Mommy” out between the percussion of our bodies together. “Too bad,” and you tighten your grip on my hips, pushing deeper inside, while grinding my clit, and I cum instantly. As I’m bucking on your dick, I can see if your eyes that I was your toy all along.
Once I regain composure you have me lay across your lap for a little respite. “Did you think you could fool Mommy, sweetie? Now that we’ve got that out of the way, let’s get to what you’re really here for”.
And I know Mommy’s right, I need to choose to submit if I truly want to give space to these desires. Just as quickly as I realize this, Mommy brings me back into my body with a firm slap on my ass. “We’re not done yet”, you whisper, while running your fingers underneath the straps of my jock. Three more spankings. Each with more force. My clit is gets harder. My pussy is already so wet.
“Thank you, Mommy,” I moan, and I feel myself opening to you, of molding to your pleasure, of finally giving up control, letting go of the show. You bend me over and take stock of your work, appreciating the red hue to my cheeks, how easily your fingers slide into my cunt. “Mommy’s going to fuck you now, ok sweetie?” “Please, Mommy, yes.” I quickly answer.
You’re an immaculate top and are fucking me so hard. I hear Mommy’s moans and can’t help but look back at you. Your nails dig in harder, pulling me deeper into you, my cunt gripping each of your strokes. “Oh Mommy, you fuck me so hard, please don’t stop.” I feel the first wave of orgasm starting to build. “Please, Mommy, may I cum, please?”
You go even faster, harder, deeper. “You want to come for Mommy?” I’ve stopped playing with my clit because I’m so close but it’s unbearable. “Please Mommy I’m so close, please fuck the cum out of me.” You continue to fuck me so hard and deep I’m trying with all my might to keep up. Satisfied with my desperation, my wanting, my absolute need for Mommy, you let me cum all over you again. And I know then there was really only ever one choice, to be Mommy’s.
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