Cavern
farewell suit
14jan2025 4.19am
My mind is the devil's workspace because I allow it access.
I imagine I'm sitting on a table when he walks in, dressed to perfection. I smile, squint my eyes.
“You look perfect…”
I stare at him with dilated pupils as my head goes through fever dream. Him on his knees with a cum-soaked face and his clothes in a mess. I think of taking a picture of him right now as he is sophisticated and later when i bring him to utter ruin.
I think of how wet I would get when he begs in his fancy clothing.
Eyeing my phone on the sofa, I nonverbally direct him to toss it at me and when my fingers grip the edge, I lift my eyebrows for permission.
Smiling when he poses, I click a few pictures. When I'm done, i toss my phone back at the sofa with a sigh.
“C'mere”, I beckon him closer, when he's close enough i wrap my legs around his waist, effectively trapping him. I grab his jaw and kiss him hard, tongue exploring his mouth while I feel his hands itch to feel me.
When i break away from his mouth, my lips find the outer shell of his ear and I breathe there for a little while, recovering from the kiss before kissing and sucking on his skin with the intention to mark his body.
“Can I touch you please?”, his tone is a bit authoritative and i almost laugh. I let my nose touch his, breathing into the warmth between us for a long moment. My fingers loosen his tie and pull, his body moving even closer to me.
His lips perk up for a kiss as I reach under his lapels to undo a few strategic buttons. I place a peck on the tip of his nose instead, pulling on the collar of his clothes. My palms trail down his body, underneath the black blazer and over the thin fabric of the shirt.
My fingers dip under the belt to undo parts of the tucking. I rub his hips and giggle as he tries to kiss me again, his hands obediently laying at his sides because I haven't given him permission to touch me yet.
Casually, I let my hand go down his underwear to hold his half-hard dick and I hear him whimper. “mommy…”
I can feel my wetness, making my underwear soaked. I should make him clean it up later. It is almost always his fault afterall.
“What…?”, i innocently question while gazing at his beautiful eyes, my hand slipping out to pat his apparatus over his pants.
“I want to touch you mommy…”, now that's better. His tone is just a notch away from whimpering, I almost want to say go ahead but refrain until desperation bleeds into his voice, until it's palpable.
Then, I run my hands over the leather belt on his hips, undoing the front with no hesitance. After I pull it out and hold it in my hands for a bit to feel the weight, I hear the boy in my arms curse and hide his face in my neck as he realises what I want to do.
I let his lips wander my skin for a bit, moaning when they start to suck. After a few minutes of pleasure, I pull him up by the jaw, gasping slightly at how pretty he looks.
Want. Desire. Almost devotion rings in his eyes so vigorously. His hands are planted on the edge of the table and he looks ready to be devoured whole.
“Who do you belong to?”, I ask as I breathe hard against his face. The arousal I'm feeling courses through my veins and the sheer need to have his mouth on my core, sucking on my clit with no apprehension, makes me go insane.
I starkly realise i can't see straight. Quite lovesick indeed.
“You mommy. I belong to you.”
My body visibly shakes. I replay him saying it in my head, no hesitation, no cracks in his voice. Not even desperation.
Just pure devotion for his owner.
“Say it again.”
“I belong to you mommy I'm yours.”
My body shakes again and I lean my forehead on his with a laugh. “I don't think i can physically handle hearing you say that.”
When I look in his eyes, it makes me break. “I love you so much mommy.”
I allow him a deep kiss now. I hold his wrists and place his hands on my waist, giving him permission to touch me as he pleases. He rubs at my waist before caressing my back.
My right hand still has a hold on the leather belt i removed from his hips. I don't let go of that and press on his tailbone with the same hand to get him even closer to me.
The boy towers over me now with his big hands gently holding my clothed breasts. I break the kiss and watch the string of saliva break. I place a short kiss on his lips before lifting up his jaw to bare his neck for me.
Placing some sparse kisses on his Adams apple, I slip the belt onto him. Kissing his jaw once again as I pull on the buckle. Not tight at all but a heavy feeling.
I make sure it's comfortable before kissing him deeply, my fingers toying with the belt. I love the feeling of it on him.
“I love you…”, i whisper in between kisses, not being able to muster up enough energy to speak. My body is lifeless and my mind is empty when his lips are on mine.
His hands are wandering my body and grabbing where they please and i remove his hands from me to place them on the table again.
I place both my hands on the wood I'm sitting on, tip my head back once and close my eyes to collect myself, to get me down from the inescapable high this boy puts me in.
I then stare at what I've made of him now. His blazer is half off his shoulders because of me running my palms over his body like I own him.
His white shirt is a wrinkled mess, buttons undone and pulled on to expose his collarbone.
His tie is loose and there's wrinkled clothing all around his hips. His lower middle is tenting and I smile as I stare at it.
The belt is absent from his hips and laying lazily on his neck. A symbol of his ownership? Maybe. Would be better if the belt had my name on it.
“Fuck you're literally so gorgeous”, he whispers in disbelief and i move my eyes back to his face.
Flushed with pupils blown out. Swollen lips from the way I kiss him.
“Thank you. Can I take pictures of you like this? It's just that you look so fucking pretty, I'm going insane”, I smile as I see him reaching for my phone, surity bleeding from his stance as he hands it to me.
“You can do anything you want with me. I belong to you mommy. I'm yours”, he says almost in a smirk. I pull him in for another kiss as i snatch my phone from his grasp.
I open my camera and get some good pictures I'll get off to later.
Making sure to get all the elements : hips, half-hard dick, undone buttons exposing collarbone, belt as a collar on neck, flushed face with swollen lips.
Done.
I toss my phone away instantly and kiss him again. Placing his hands on my body again.
“Carry me to bed please. I need to fuck you in this fit.”
