Letting out a little sigh as I reached up to rub my eyes, I did a big yawn and a stretch before opening my eyes and looking down at Harry. Running my fingers through his hair, I reached for my phone while holding him close.
Harry was suckling on one of my breasts with his eyes closed while he held on loosely to my other boob with his hand.
"You're awake early, baby," I whispered as I saw the time on my phone. "Did you have a bad dream?" I asked as he whimpered again. Watching as Harry let my boob go as he shifted on the bed, I smirked as I felt his hard cock graze my thigh.
"Mummy," he moaned while moving closer to me, rolling himself against my thigh as he let out cute little moans.
"Ahh, I see. You didn't have a bad dream. You had a very good dream," I teased while stroking my hand down his chest till I got to his cock.
"Mmm, it was about you," Harry said while looking up at me. I smiled as I could see how lost he was in his subspace, his pupils wide and his eyes looking right at me.
As I moved over on my side, I propped my head up on my arm while I kept stroking his cock slowly. "Tell me about your dream,"
Harry squirmed, his hands fidgeting on his stomach as he tried to resist touching himself. "We were in LA I think and you were playing with me, Mummy," he explained slowly.
I hummed and let go of his cock, stroking his chest instead. "How was I playing with you, baby?" I asked, smiling when Harry grabbed my hand, holding it with one hand while running his fingers over my lines, knuckles, and bumps. I also noticed how his legs had spread slightly.
"Do I have to say?" Harry asked quietly before pulling his bottom lip in and biting down on it. I cocked my head slightly, my eyebrows furrowing. "Why don't you want to tell me? You know you can tell Mummy everything," I told him.
Harry blushed and dropped my hand so he could rub his eyes and cover his face. "Cause you'll get ideas and tease me, and you tease me enough already," he pouted.
"Baby!" I pulled his hands down and stroked his cheek. "Tell mummy how she played with you in your dream," We looked into each other's eyes for a few seconds before Harry whimpered, turned over on his side so he could press his face down into the pillow, partially hiding his face.
"Was in the living room," Harry started quietly as he closed his eyes. I kept silent as I reached down to stroke his bum softly, smirking as he instinctively spread his legs more and pushed back into my hand.
"I was so hard, Mummy, but you wouldn't let me touch or anything. And you kept touching yourself while I was begging you to let me do it but you wouldn't," Harry whimpered. "But I really wanted to, it wasn't fair, I was asking really nicely too," he pouted.
"I'm sure you were, baby," I smiled. "Is this when you woke up?" I asked.
Harry shook his head. "No, Mumma, not yet," he licked his lips and brought up one of his legs more as I stroked my fingers over his crack. "Y-you made me fuck you with your dick. And I did, was a good boy and made you cum. Mummy, please," he whimpered as he rolled over completely on his stomach and stuck his bum in the air.
"It makes Mummy so happy to know you were a good boy for her even in your dreams," I told him as I pressed a finger over his hole. "And that Mummy doesn't even have to be awake to make you a whimpering, leaky little boy," The loud whine Harry let out went straight to my pussy, making me even wetter.
"Please, Mummy, want you to fuck me, please! I've been a good boy for so long and I didn't touch myself even though I really wanted to and I didn't wake you up, I waited like a good boy," Harry rambled, spreading his legs further apart.
