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Jake: Mommy

the embarrassment jake feels upon you hearing that little slip of his tongue didn't do much to stop him. a little sobered thought, away from the drunken arousal he feels, is the only thing that makes him whine in embarrassment through it.

still, he repeats it. loud and clear for the word to hit you like a train again, and again. what started as a hiccup, a stutter of a moan turned to that of full fledged whimpers, "mommy, please-"

so frantic, it almost sounds like he's in pain.

which, given the position he's in right now, you can only chuckle because surely he's about to start crying. he's definitely feeling the pain, seeing his face twist in the same desperate desire as usual. still, never has he called out to you by that name.

mommy.

huh.

"what was that, baby?" you reach forward to grasp his hair, watching his bitten lips part in a pleased groan at your touch.

his dazed eyes roll before they land on you, biting his lip again, he remains silent when he looks at you.

"hm?" you encourage him with another pull of his hair, pushing his face down just in front of where your other hand plays with what it is he's begging for.

god, he can smell how sweet you must taste. and instantly his tongue is out, reaching as far as he can get it but still not close enough.

"mommy-" he strains his voice in a cry, watching your fingers sink into yourself in front of him, your other hand holding his hair so tightly that he can't move any closer without you pulling it straight out of his scalp. "let me, please, it'll feel so good."

"for me, or for you?" you tilt his face back up to you, watching him shoot his arms forward to balance himself out before noting the way your eyes narrow at the movement.

instantly he tucks his hands back behind his back, allowing the invisible restraints to take hold again.

"for you." he mumbles, keeping his eyes trained on you with a deep breath, pleading to you with his wet eyes.

"oh? for me?" you smile sweetly, releasing his hair and leaving him sitting in the same position, all while you lean back and spread your legs wider. "for mommy?"

his eyes roll back again, only this time, you see his cock jump in reaction to you calling yourself that. his eyes remain rolled back as he moans, precum dripping out of him like a fucking faucet.

truly, a sight to behold. not that he isn't usually a beautiful little bundle of nerves when he gets like this. still, this is new.

his cock pulsing like that without you allowing a single touch is even newer. sure, he can cum untouched, on command even, but it typically takes at least his mouth on you to get to that point.

"oh my god." you laugh. "open your eyes, baby."

he does his best, half-lidded eyes falling back to you and what you're doing just out of reach in front of him.

another moan, his cock pulses again.

"you wanna make mommy feel good?" you smile sweetly, sliding your fingers out of yourself slowly and reaching forward to tap your wet fingers against the under side of his tip.

he nods frantically, letting his tongue fall from his mouth, slobbering all over himself with deep and pathetic little pants.

"i bet you do." you smile wider, nodding down between your legs.

he hesitates only for a moment, half-forgetting how to move on his own accord before you need to reach forward and grab his hair yet again, pulling him down right to where he so clearly wants to be.

and there, his muffled moans of that same name drown out in your near-instant orgasm. he makes quick work with his eager tongue. so hungry, so willing, and always so truthful in his promise to make you feel good.

little whispered whimpers of "mommy, mommy, mommy" vibrating through your pussy straight to your ears, forcing you to pet him, to love on him, to coddle him, to absolutely shove him back the second you're finished with your own orgasm, just to keep him panting like that.

tongue out, throat dry, eyes struggling not to cry, you sink down on him in one languid slide down.

he whimpers at the sensitivity, knowing that he's needed to cum for at least two hours by now. instantly his cock weeps his cum into you and all he can do is cry through the release, knowing you're going to keep going, hoping it hurts.

his shaking hands rip from their invisible restraints just to grip you, to hold you, to hold onto fucking reality as you coo at him with little, comforting words of, "mommy's got you, it's okay baby."

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