It Smut

Mommy? Sorry.

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Bill's Point of View

Bev Marsh. The girl of my dreams. Her perfect hair always seemed to be glowing with life. Her smile almost never leaving her gorgeous face. I knew I was in love with her from the moment I saw her. My heart skipped a beat when she walked into the room, especially when she flashed her iconic grin.

I was livid when she accepted my confession in high school.

Now here we are, in our late 20's with our own apartment. We rarely are ever alone when we both are home. We're always glued to each others side, whether it be when we're cooking, in the shower, or sleeping.

Our sexual relationship is a complete 180 from our everyday life. You'd think that I would in the dominant role in the relationship, but you'd be wrong.

During our scenes, Beverly is the dom. Which automatically makes me the submissive. It couldn't have been better. I never knew how much I loved being called a 'good boy'. How much I loved being spoiled. Every praise she said sent shocks down to my core, sending off waves of love towards my lovely girlfriend.

This time wasn't any different. It started off sweet, us just watching a movie. Instead of paying attention to the screen, my eyes were wondering towards Bev. Our position was innocent enough. I was laid on the couch with Bev in between my spread legs, her head laying on my stomach. Occasionally she would rub her hands up and down the inside of my thigh, sending warning signals up to my brain. Those thoughts stayed in my mind. The slow, drag of her hand. Her nails running up and down my thigh agonizingly.

I tried shifting my position so she couldn't feel my growing erection, but I failed. Her grip was too strong. I prayed she didn't notice.

"Babe, are you hard right now?"

The question made my heart race, I stay silent, not trusting my voice. I nod slowly, avoiding her piercing gaze. Instead of words, I feel her get off of me. Worry floods my system and I snap my head towards her.

Before I could say anything, she commands, "Bedroom baby, let's go."

I quickly scramble off the couch, not even bothering to fix my clothes or my hair. Knowing they'll both be messed in a second. A simple "Yes m-mommy." spills out of my mouth, knowing that name was preferred during our scenes. I go to the bedroom, obeying her orders. As soon as I get there, I sit patiently on the edge of the bed.

Bev comes in and instead of paying attention to me, she strips of her clothes teasingly. I oh-so-desperately want to touch her perfect body. To please her.

Finally she straddles my legs, sitting right in front of my cock. She puts three fingers up to my lips, I immediately understand. I greedily take her fingers into my mouth, coating each one with a copious amount of saliva. Bev slowly starts thrusting her fingers in and out of my throat, making me gag at the intrusive digits.

Finally she takes them out and I suck in a breath. She sits on the bed next to me, pointing to the ground.

"Sit."

My pride was flown out the window and I sit on the floor in front of this goddess. I watch her intently as she spreads her legs, rubbing her clit with her salivated fingers. Her face contorts into one of pure pleasure. I whine for her touch. She trails her fingers down to her wet entrance, spreading wider to show off her beauty.

With her free hand, she tugs on my hair, forcing me forward.

"M-may I, mommy? I want to p-please you so b-bad."

I say shakily, wanting to pleasure her as much as I wanted it myself. As soon as she nodded, I dove right in. My tongue lapped at her clit, knowing she was most sensitive there.

She wraps her legs around my head, pulling me in closer. I shuffle down to her dripping cunt, eagerly tongue-fucking her. She grinds down onto my face, making my nose knock against her clit.

"So good baby girl, doing so fucking good."

She moans out. God I love when she feminizes me. Makes me feel at her mercy, willing to get on my knees and beg for her.

"Fuck. I'm gunna cum Bill, this is what you do to me. All you."

Is all she says before her grip on my hair tightens and she finally came on my tongue, practically riding my face. I wince at the sharp sting on my scalp, but I don't complain nonetheless.

By the time she gains her composure and frees my head, my cock is aching from the constraint of my boxers.

"Such a good girl for mommy, do you want a reward?", she purrs while stroking the side of my face. I lean into her gentle touch and nod. "Yes please."

In an instant I'm on the bed again, this time fully laying down. Bev spreads my legs and strips my lower half, leaving my shirt on.

When my cock is finally free, she kitten licks the tip, teasing me. I try my hardest to not thrust my hips, avoiding a punishment. Instead I let out a low, guttural moan.

Beverly takes me down her warm, wet throat. Slowly at first, only taking in about 2/3rds of the way before retracting her head back to the tip, and back down again. She repeats this until her pace quickens. My moans fill the room, along with the melody of gagging.

I feel my cock hit the back of her throat every time she takes me, driving me absolutely insane. I'm not surprised when I feel that tightness in my stomach early. Bev's mouth had that affect on me. Hell, her whole body had that affect on me.

When we made eye contact is when I felt that coil snap, my cum spurting down her throat. My own lewd moans slowly cease and she pulls away, tugging my boxers and shorts back up.

"Let's go finish that movie, yeah?"