you could imagine cuddling and watching tv with Mommy
and she slides her hand down over your boob and thats fine, just happens! doesnt haaaafta be a thing
then they. start stroking. drifting their fingers over your nipple. oh. gosh mama um are
but while youre trying to say it she squeezes your boob again, and you interrupt yourself by moaning
'shh, dont talk over the documentary, princess!'
'oh, um. okay, sorry mama,,'
and she smiles at you and squeezes your nipple
and she keeps doing that, making you moan and smush your face in her arm and grab her sleeve, and waiting just long enough for you to catch your breath again, for it to surprise you again and make you gasp and have to hold in your whimpering so you dont get scolded again
and before long youre a wimpery little mess, completely forgetting what you were watching together, the whole world shrinking to mama's sleeve on your face and her arm holding you close and her fingers keeping your chest so sensitive and making you squirm and moan quietly
the whole world shrinking to being mama's pretty toy