MiniSeries About Timothee Chalamet

Don't Dom Mommy (Part 3)(The end)

Info - baby talk, punishment, temper tantrum, embarrassment, mention of whips and pegging, mommy kink, lactation kink, boob obsessed Timothée, pussy drunk, lots of cum, cream pie, cumming immediately, crying during sex, cumming in boxers, needy Timmy, pouty Timmy, multicum, ruined orgasm, cumming on someone unexpectedly, cream pie, shooting milk in face

Well, I was pregnant. Timothée was overjoyed. The only downside was he'd become a bit more aggressive with his need. He was needy all the time. He was even more public with it too. It was like my pregnancy had stolen any shame he could possibly had.

"I want suckies, you're dripping," he said, and I smacked away his hands for the fifth time.

"We're at a restaurant, and you're wrong, I'm NOT dripping," I said in a sour tone. He squirmed in his seat.

"M'so stiff it hurts," he whined.

"Calm down," I ordered in my sternest voice.

"Gonna spill in my pants!" He said desperately with wide doe eyes.

"Get yourself together!"

"No!" He said and banged his fist on the table and now people were watching.

"I want mommy! I want milk and suckies now! Now! Now! Now!"

"Enough!" I roared and he cowered. I stood up, my body prickly hot with embarrassment. I snatched up his hand and stalked out with him. I shoved him in the passenger side and ripped open my door and began to drive.

"Mommy I-"

"Shut up Timothée," I snarled. He did as I said. We got him and I didn't hold the door for him like I usually did. When I did look at him, he had on his big puppy dog eyes.

"Don't give me that!" I snapped. "You embarrassed me so bad! I'm going to punish you!"

"Oh yay! I'll get the strap on and the whips!"

"No!" I barked. "Not like that. No sex for three days!"

"THREE DAYS!"

"Yup, I'm seriously not happy with you," I growled.

"Mommy is so d-dominate," he shuddered. I could see the outline of his hard cock in his pants.

"Yeah, and I'm sticking to my plan, so you better do something about that," I said, pointing at his cock.

"M-mommy," he trembled. I watched as he moaned and a wet patch spread over his pants.

"Have fun dealing with that, because mommy isn't cleaning it up," I said and walked off.

He was insatiable. The next day as I was undressing my back was coated in cum.

"Timothée!" I screamed and turned around to see him standing there sheepishly.

"Mommy, suckies looked too good to stop, I tried to hold it in but-"

"No Timothée, they are breasts, not suckies. For the next three days they are my breasts. Stop with the baby talk!"

He pouted hard core and goodness gracious the accidents! Once he had to change his pants three times in two hours. He was not built for abstinence.

I was awoken from a deep sleep by someone seemingly playing drums on my breasts.

"What are you doing?" I asked groggily.

"Mommy!" Timothée sang, happier than I'd seen him since the restaurant. "It's twelve oh one, it's day four! You can fuck me!"

"You really woke me up for sex?" I asked him.

"Yes," he said quietly.

"Fuck you're so desperate," I moaned and I began to kiss him. He whimpered into the kiss, and I felt how incredibly hard he was as I ripped down his soaked boxers.