MiniSeries About Timothee Chalamet

Vibrations P 2

Warnings - dom fem, mommy kink, waking up partner with oral, lust, needy, multi cum, using vibrator on top, mistress kink, no refractory period, sleepy, helpless sub male, using partner as a sex toy, lots of cum aftercare, cock warming. Wet dream, hand job, oral (male receiving), spreading cum around, air humping

I woke up just as the sun was coming up. I didn't want to be up, but there had been a reason. My cunt was burning and tingling in the best way. I realized I'd been having a sex dream about my boy. I looked at him. He was so innocent when he slept, truly innocent, not the innocent I pretended he was when we both knew he loved fucking me and being played with way too much to be healthy. It didn't matter, we were obsessed with one another.

I couldn't wake him up, he looked so peaceful, plus he'd done such a good job for me. I got up carefully, hoping brushing my teeth and putting on my scents would help. Smells always helped comfort me. However, when I got back, Timothée was rearranged. He had his hands on his chest instead of under his head, and his cock stood tall and hard since he'd never put on clothing. I was desperate.

He must be having a wet dream. His fingers always went to his nipples when he was needy. I had to resist, he needed his rest. Yes, he had given me his consent to wake him up with sexual acts, but could I interrupt such a sweet soul?

"Mmm," he groaned, and a dribble of precum slid down his cock, and something in me couldn't let it reach his base without licking it up.

"M-mommy?" They were his first words awake and it made me molten.

"Is it morning, d-do you need me?" He asked nicely. He rubbed his sweet eyes.

"Only if you're up for it love. Mommy woke up needy too, but I want to respect you."

"Oh no!" He cried, holding onto his balls for dear life.

"What's the matter love?" I was actually concerned.

"Th-they're so full, I'm so tired, b-but I need to empty myself. I-I can't sleep with them so full."

"Are you sure baby boy?" I asked. Caressing his nipples gently. "Assess, how are you feeling?"

I had him do this a lot. When he was needy, when he was sleepy, when he was stressed, and when he was nervous.

"They're heavy," he said quietly. "They're too full, it's uncomfortable. I want to empty them for you. I want mommy to have my cum so I can sleep. A-and I know what you'll say, yes, I do want to cum for you more than I was to sleep."

"Okay my love, I need to ask you a favor, for mommy. For mistress," I said sweetly.

"Tell me," he begged, always so willing to please.

"You need to take over," I told him.

"No, n-no! You're mommy! I can't control you. You're supposed to use me!" He looked panicked.

"Let me explain love," I said, placing a hand on his heaving chest.

"I want you to use me in a needy, desperate way. I'm sorry baby but I need to be filled so bad. I want you to let go. Don't treat mommy nice like you usually do. Squeeze me, grab me, fuck me, use me like a sex toy you just need to be fill with cum, please, I need this right now."

"You're really okay with this?" He asked.

"I won't even look at you, you can take me from behind, so you can treat me like a toy."

"Be honest," he gasped.

"I am. Sometimes I wish I were a machine that could milk your cock, and fill a tank so I could immerse myself in your cum. I just want to have you cum inside me as much as possible."