her hands scratch my head lovingly. but what woke me up was her curious fingers caressing my tip over my briefs. i whimper, realizing she has me positioned in between her legs. i’m at her whim.
realizing i’m awake, she lifts her feet and locks them around my legs, forcing me in place. she whispers in my ear:
“good morning, my precious boy.”
i whimper softly. her hand rises achingly slow, and her index finger breaks the waistband. she lifts up my briefs.
“look how hard you are for me. so very hard for mommy.” she coos.
hahh… uhnnng… “please. do it.”
her finger exits. “that’s not how you refer to me.”
i moan, pathetic i know. “i’m sorry mommy. please. please touch me.” my voice quivering a little.
“that’s better. now lay on my chest and relax baby.” ❤︎
