You’re hunched over your phone, the volume low, watching a woman arch as a mouth closes around her breast. You’re so focused you don’t hear the door open. Mommy’s shadow falls over you. You scramble to hide the screen, your face burning with shame. She plucks the phone from your hand, glances at it, and then looks at you. You expect anger, disgust. Instead, a slow, knowing smile spreads across her lips.
“Is that what you like, my sweet boy?” she asks, her voice soft. You can only nod, mortified. She takes your hand and leads you to the couch. She sits, patting her lap.
“Come here. Lay across my knees.” You do as you’re told, your body tense. She unbuttons her blouse, revealing a soft, full breast. Her nipple is already hard.
“Go on,” she whispers, guiding your head to her. “Suck for Mommy.” You close your lips around her, tentatively at first. The taste of her skin, the soft weight in your mouth, is intoxicating. You suckle harder, your embarrassment melting into a deep, warm longing. A low hum of pleasure vibrates in her chest. While you’re lost in the sensation, you feel her other hand slip into the waistband of your trousers. Her fingers wrap around your cock, already hard and leaking. You flinch, a gasp breaking your rhythm.
“Shh,” she soothes, her hand beginning to stroke you slowly. “Keep going. Be my good boy and suck.” You moan around her breast, your hips pushing into her fist. She works your pants down your hips, freeing you completely. Her hand moves faster, her grip perfect, matching the rhythm of your mouth on her. The dual sensations overwhelm you—the sweet pull at her nipple and the tight, urgent friction on your cock. You’re panting, trembling, completely at her mercy as she brim0ngs you to the edge just with her hand and her breast.
