Info - mommy kink, a little toxic, roommates, shower sex, hand job, oral (fem receiving), mix of degrading and praise, sub space, after care, crying during after care
Just about everything about her was a mystery. She'd listed this apartment with an extra room with little to no requirements. The rest seemed to be a blur; as well as us somehow falling into a Dom and sub BDSM relationship me being the sub and her being the Dom. It was a bit toxic in that there were no clear set rules.
I never approached her for sex but she came to me as frequently as she liked. She was like a wandering spirit. I never knew if she was home. I didn't dare text her or call her. She didn't seem the type of girl to like that. If something was serious, I left a note on the refrigerator. like if someone popped by to see her or someone called me asking for her. I wasn't quite sure how that one worked.
There were times that I stood outside her bedroom door with an aching hard on and tried to build up the courage to knock. After 30 minutes had gone by and I knocked, It always turned out that she wasn't there. I've never been in her room. Whenever we did anything it was in the bathroom the downstairs or in my room she seemed to have an uncanny ability to slip in and out of the house unnoticed by me I didn't know any of her friends. I didn't know her schedule or her job. All I knew that I was that I felt very differently about this girl than I'd ever felt about anyone And she was the best sex I've ever had in my entire life. I think I was falling for her but I was terrified that our dynamic would change if I said anything.
She made it clear through her actions that she didn't want anything serious or long-term. She made that very well known through her lack of after-care. She did patch up any thing that was too harsh, but we never cuddled and she didn't praise me. it wasn't even like our sessions weren't sometimes soft. Sometimes she was the most adoring praising loving Mommy a boy could want and then it's like it just switched off once we'd both come. I had to stop myself multiple times from pursuing more I was starting to become terrified of what my life might look like without her and I wasn't ready to approach that so I kept it all to myself. I usually kept it all bottled in but the times that I got the closest to begging for a change in our dynamic were times like these.
Id been at half mast all day. It seems like the wind could make me horny. Every little thing made my cock twitch in my pants. I was so needy that the hair on my thigh was matted with precum. I was now in the shower, hoping that would fix this issue.
I was looking down at my raging red dick and wishing that I didn't have to use my hands and that she were there to coax the cum out of me in the wonderful way she did.
"Fuuuuuuck," I let out a long moan as I finally allowed myself to grasp my dick. I bit my bottom lip as I pumped ever so slightly. I still wished it was her but damn this was a relief.
"Oh my," cooed a voice. Small hands circled around my waist. I nearly jumped a foot in the air. Surely this was a fantasy that I was hallucinating.
I turned slightly. There she was, as if my desire had called out to her in a nearly supernatural way.
She had on a sexy smirk and nothing else. I let out a small whine as my eyes skated over her heavy breasts, wide hips, and bare skin.
"M-mommy?" I asked weakly.
"Poor thing," she said, with a small smack of my ass. I yelped and turned back as she wanted me. She sensually sunk her teeth into my shoulder as her hand cupped my swollen balls. She tugged a little and I mewled.
"You make such pretty sounds," she giggled. I wanted to respond that her sounds and voice were like heavenly ambrosia, but then she grasped my cock. All thoughts left my brain. I choked on any response I could have formed. How could just a hand and whisper in my ear rend me this weak and powerless. It was absolutely addicting to hand over control.
