Info - mommy kink, desperate/shy Timothée, interrupted sex, nipple sucking kink, unprotected sex, light breath play, thigh fucking
"Baby boy," I called. He was still quite shy, though we were practically living together at this point. It was actually quite sweet in a way.
He was playing video games and not paying much attention. I knew soon he would be focused on something much different.
"Hi baby," I said pleasantly as I sat down on his lap gingerly. He let out a small noise of need and squirmed a bit. He was so easy to get excited.
"Hi," he said in a tiny voice. He realised I only wore a fall coloured bra and panties. I leaned back against him. He was already half hard.
"Go on and play," I offered. I wiggled a bit and made myself comfortable. I smirked when I heard a choked whine. He squirmed again. It was so sexy and cute when he got wiggly because he was hot and bothered.
"M-Mommy," he murmured.
"What's that?" I asked softly. He was burning up. I could feel the intense heat of his skin.
"Sorry, just, um-"
"Leaky?" I crooned.
"Uh huh," he gulped.
"Why don't you touching mommy then?" I asked gently.
"I didn't get permission," he sniffled.
"Oh Timothée," I hummed. "I do love your shyness, but sometimes you need to speak up for what you want."
"Sorry mommy," he said solemnly. I sighed and rolled my eyes with fondness instead of exasperation.
I grabbed his hands and guided them to my shoulders. Together, we made sure to work his hands down my body. He was squirming and gasping.
"Mama," he said in the smallest voice I'd ever heard.
"That's right, you love mommy letting you touch while you make a puddle in your underwear?"
"Mmhmm, yes mommy," he agreed.
"We need to get you more confident to say what you need honey," I cooed.
"Please mommy, I'll beg, I'll get on my knees-"
"No baby, I need you to want to say it because we're in a relationship and we trust one another," I told him.
"Yes," he agreed. To my surprise he looked like he'd thought about this quite a bit. I was proud of him. He wasn't self deprecating or hating himself. He was just listening.
"Now, who is a cute boy?" I asked in my best puppy owner's voice.
"I am," he admitted as a bloom of red spread across his cheeks.
"Lay on the bed," I told him. He scrambled up from his spot. I saw a wet mark on his sweat pants and I couldn't help the satisfied smile that crossed my features.
I pushed him back softly. He laid flat, bright cheeked and nervously gesticulating. I loved how his bulge just filled the whole area of his crotch.
I slowly pulled down the lounge pants. His boxers were straining desperately against his rock hard cock. I giggled happily and he squirmed. He loved when I got joy from torturing him, and he loved my laugh.
I pulled down the soaked underwear and smiled at the pink, needy cock I saw before him. I lifted it so I held his base. I placed a chaste kiss to the top of his leaky slit.
"Ohhhhhh," he moaned pathetically. I began to shed my bra and panties so we were both naked.
I never got over the way he gawked at me. He looked at me like I had created sexuality and beauty. It was like no matter how often I was bare in front of him. It was like the first time. I felt like a goddess.
