Info - mommy kink, foot job, PDA, shy Timothée, obedient sub, cumming in boxers, eating own sperm, friends watching your boyfriend cum, slight bullying (sexual), finger sucking, showing off
"I'm serious!" I giggled. The wine had only gotten to my head a little. Actually, I was getting more wasted off the shock and impressed looks from the other women. I felt like I radiated confidence and strength.
"There's no way," said Nala, she had a frown on her face. I knew she'd had a minor crush on Timothée before I'd even entered the friend group. Perhaps she was jealous, perhaps she was upset that he wasn't the macho dominant man she'd imagined.
"Puppy!" I called casually. I heard the scamper of obedience.
Soon Timothée was in front of me. He had eyes for no one else. He just kept his gaze on me, waiting for instruction like the dog he was.
"Mommy got some wine on her fingers, lick it up," I started with a simper and ended with a harsh demand.
Timothée didn't hesitate to dive down and catch my fingers between his lips. His tongue swirled around the red stained digits. He moaned ever so slightly. I lifted my heeled foot and pressed it against his bulge. He hadn't even really been hard, but his dick responded quickly. I felt it stiffen as soon as the heel touched the fabric of his trousers.
He seemed to finally notice he was not alone with me. His eyes opened and his mouth fell slack. He noticed the women all around him leaning forward with avid interest. His cute cheeks got red and his bulge even larger.
"Have a seat and join us baby," I cooed. He practically melted. He was a sucker for public affection. Although he was shy, he couldn't help loving that extra attention and embarrassment that came with it.
"Y-you sure mommy? I don't want to intrude," he murmured.
"Of course I'm sure," I purred. I patted the seat beside me on the couch.
"Okay," he nodded.
"You can't really like that nickname," Nala butted in rudely after a moment. Tabitha and I had been discussing which man from challengers we would've picked if we were Tashi. I'd noticed Nala take a rather large gulp of wine so maybe that had given her the confidence to share her grievance.
"What are you talking about?"
"Puppy?" Nala rolled her eyes.
"Oh I love that nickname. I like all the nicknames she gives me," Timmy smiled ear to ear.
"There's more? What other things does she call you?" Nala asked in disgust.
"I-I like when she calls me Little Prince, or.... Or a gooner," Timothée admitted and nearly hid his face in shame.
"That's so fucking weird. You used to be normal," Nala said, almost angrily.
"Hey!" I barked. "No one embarrasses my boy."
I turned towards my partner who was biting his bottom lip and had big puppy eyes. He looked worried. I knew depending on his mood, sometimes he worried he was weird or strange or not a good boy.
"Unless it's me, isn't that right my good boy," I crooned. He nodded happily then.
"That's mommy's boy," I whispered. "I know mommy can bully you if I like."
His eyes went wide when I said that. I winked at him and his pants throbbed. I blew him a kiss and restarted my conversation.
Sneakily, I withdrew my feet from my heels. My legs were covered in dark, soft, nylons, Timmy's favourite. I elegantly lifted my legs and placed my soles on his crotch. I began to rub casually. I heard the intake of breath but I didn't look his way, however, then he tried to get away.
"Hey!" I snapped under my breath. He looked terrified. Unfortunately for him, I was in the mood to display my power. He was frozen.
"Don't get up perv," I purred and let a cat-like smile curl onto my lips. "In fact, baby boy, unzip those trousers. I want to see what colour underwear you chose today."
"Mommmmmy," he moaned.
"Don't pretend you don't like this naughty little boy," I whispered. He was gulping and his little breaths of fear and lust were beyond satisfying.
"Yes mommy," he nodded.
He undid his fly. His boxers were blue and white with a huge wet stain where his tip strained. I heard the sigh of relief from him when he was less constrained.
My feet began to rub and massage all over that wet spot. I kept up the conversation with my friends as I teased him and kneaded at his aching dick. I loved the pulsing I felt and saw, not to mention the precum that constantly pumped out.
His sweet, tight little body was squirming desperately. Stray curls fell in his eyes as he gyrated his hips upwards. Soon, everyone fell silent, and all we heard was each others heavy breathing and Timothée's pathetic noises.
"M-Mommy, mommy, feels so good," he whined.
"It's so gross that you do this for me," I whispered to him so that only he could hear. "It's degenerate behaviour. You really should be ashamed of yourself."
"Uh huh, uh huh," he nodded eagerly.
"I tease you and all you want to do is get your nut out," I mocked him.
"I can't fucking help it mommy. I'm so sick," he pouted.
"Yeah you are. What do you do for mommy huh? What do I make you do sometimes when you've busted? You want my friends to know? Tell them what you do."
"I, fuck, ohhhhh, I eat my cummies!" He exclaimed and suddenly fat bursts of white were seeping through the fabric of his boxers. His thighs were shaking as the gooey substance soaked him. A lot of it spurted onto my nylons that still rubbed him.
"Awwww someone nutted all over mommy's nylons," I cooed. He was breathing heavily and his eyes didn't leave mine.
"Clean it," I whispered. The eye contact never broke as he obediently lifted my leg. His tongue followed along my ankle to lick off the cum he'd squirted onto me. Like a sweet puppy he lapped at his mommy's stockings and his own load.
Later, when the women had gone, Timothée spun on me. His eyebrows were furrowed and his arms crossed.
"What?" I purred, a giggle escaping.
"You were so mean to me in front of everyone," he pouted.
"Oh hush, you loved it, I haven't seen that much cum in a while," I chuckled. He spluttered in indignation and looked like he was about to stomp his foot. He then, seemed to wilt a little.
"You know you can do that more if you like," he whispered.
"Do what baby?" I asked, twining my arms around his neck. "Bully you?"
"Y-yeah," he said in a hushed tone. His eyes avoided mine and even his ears were beet red.
"Baby," I crooned as I pressed my body flush against his. I then grabbed his jaw and kissed him harshly. I ate up the needy sound he made.
"Bedroom," I ordered.
"Yes ma'am!"
