Info - nylon and heel kink, mommy kink, needy Timothée, foot job, anal, premature cumming, public sexual acts, sitting on dick, a little hard dom, stepping on cock
He'd been kissing me hungrily in the cab, and before that at the house he'd been begging for a quickie before we left. I should have known my outfit would have made him go absolutely gaga.
A button up, white blouse with sheer peasant sleeves was accompanied with a black shirt. I knew this combo was a start, but it wasn't the homerun my bottom half was. I wore dark, soft nylons and black high heels. He was such a sucker for nylons and heels. I didn't quite know what it was.
The second he'd seen my legs he'd gotten on his knees and began to kiss up my legs. He treated me like a goddess, moaning that he needed his mommy. Ironically, we were going to meet his mother for lunch. I told him, through giggles he was being incredibly inappropriate.
"We could go to the bathroom, I'd be so fast," Timothée promised. "Mommy I promise."
"Baby boy," I soothed and reached for his hand. I saw him wince and I knew he'd twitched just from the touch. This was how needy he got. I actually found it quite endearing.
"She'll just think we're late," he whined. "That's the worst that could happen. Fuck, your tits look great. I want to suck-"
I slapped away his hand from grabbing my breast. I gave him a hard look. He cowered back into his seat.
"You know that I've wanted to meet your mom for a while. You always speak so highly of her. We aren't going to let your problem get in our way."
"But, but- oh hi mom!" He cut his own self off to call out to his mother. I smirked and leaned back into my booth.
Nicole hugged me and we introduced herself. She seemed like a very sweet and wonderful lady. One would wrongly assume from Timothée's kinks that he had mommy issues. He was very close with his mother. However, when he was horny, boy did he lose some brain cells.
He continued to give me needy eyes as we talked. I assumed he wanted me to excuse myself to the bathroom. Out of frustration, I lifted my foot and pressed my shoe hard into his crotch.
I expected a yelp of pain, I expected a glare, I may have even expected some tears, but none of that happened. Instead he made an odd strangled noise of pleasure. He white knuckled his cutlery and I felt his bulge pulse against the flat of my footwear.
"Mommy-"
"Yes Timothée?" Nicole asked. He grew even redder now. I realised he liked this. He liked the humiliation and embarrassment and having his hard on pressed. Was this why he loved nylons and heels so much?
"N-nothing, I just, I ohhh," Timothée nearly squealed when I used my actual heel to squish his member. I wondered if it hurt, and found I didn't care if it did.
"Alright, are you feeling okay? You are quite red," Nicole noted.
"I'm f-fine," he nodded as if to convince himself.
"I'm going to go to the bathroom, excuse me," Nicole said.
"You're going to kill me!" He hissed at me when she was out of earshot.
"Oh dramatics," I said, taking a sip of water. I pressed harder on his cock. His eyes rolled back in his head and he made such a pathetic sound I giggled.
"Mommmmmy, please, I need you. Even if you just let me rut between your cost nylon covered thighs," he wailed.
"You're pathetic," I chuckled.
"Yeah I am," he nodded. "So pathetic for my mommy. I love heels and nylons and everything my mommy does to my subby dick."
"You want me to tell Nicole you call me mommy," I asked. He groaned at my tone and power.
Nicole came back and smiled at us. There was a bit more talk after that. She gave me many compliments and acted quite fond of me.
"Oh dear!" She exclaimed, when she looked down at her phone. She seemed worried.
"What is it?" Timothée asked.
"Oh, Pauline said the baby is super fussy and has no one to help. I hope you don't mind if I send early and run over there."
"No, it's fine mom, you do what you need," Timothée said, a little too eagerly.
"We've got the bill," I told her softly.
Nicole had soon bustled out of the restaurant. I turned my heavy gaze on Timothée. He paled considerable.
"Get your cock out," I purred.
"H-Here?" He squeaked.
"You wanted me to touch you so badly, so yes, right here," I snapped.
"Y-yes mommy," he whispered. I watched him as he put his hands under the table. I slipped off my heels.
I began to rub my nylon feet all over his cock. He was white knuckling the table. He was also panting and biting his lip so hard it looked like blood was blooming.
"Mommy, mommy, mommy," he gasped and chanted. He was humping his cock between them. I pressed hard, squeezing his dick between my nylons.
"So soft, so good, m'such a slut for you," he slurred as he laid back in the booth. He was powerfully thrusting his hips. He looked in total bliss, in complete abandon. He didn't seem to mind he was in public.
"What a pathetic gooner, even mommy's feet will do," I teased.
"Anything will do, oh anything," he promised," he seemed so desperate. In was a a high on him. He was so sexy.
"Feel it," I purred.
He did and he got close. I knew it from the way he acted.
"Mommy!" He begged.i removed everything.
"You want mommy?" I cooed? He squirmed in his seat and nodded. I played with his cock a bit more before I quit it completely
"Mommy pleaseeee!" He pleaded. I tried to ignore him.
I continued on. I kept alternating between pressing and stepping and rubbing on him.
"We're going," I snapped suddenly. I got up abruptly.
"Mommy?" He whined. He looked utterly pathetic. His hair was tousled, curls out of place. I noticed his lips were swollen from when he'd been biting them. His cheeks were bright pink.
"Come on, we're going home," I said, grabbing his hand.
"B-but I didn't, I mean, I haven't-"
"Awwwwww," I chuckled and took hold of his jaw. "You think your cummies matter."
"Fuck, it's so hot when you're mean," he whispered.
"Come on," I smirked. He was trying very hard to cover his boner as we made our way to the bus. Once we were on it I pushed him down into a seat.
"Mommy," he moaned under his breath as I sat on his lap.
"Get it out," I murmured to him. His breath hitched excitedly.
"You wanna put it in mommy's ass? Huh? You wanna be squeezed by mommy's ass on the bus? With all these people around?" I cooed.
"Yes, yes, yes," he chanted, his voice going gooey with lust at the end.
Strategically we got out his cock. He nestled it deep inside me. He throbbed so hard and he was panting in my ear needily.
"I can't fucking hold it," he wailed.
"Be a big boy, don't make a mess," I instructed.
"I can't fucking take it, I'm going to nut in your ass mommy," he whispered hurriedly.
"Timothée-"
"Fuuuuuuck," he whimpered and his torrents of cum began. His load was large from being teased. He was filling me up and unabashedly humping upwards.
"You're such a naughty boy," I giggled.
"M'sorry mommy, ass is so good," he said in a dreamy voice. I didn't know how we'd smoothly make it off the bus but for now I enjoyed his whipped demeanour. I wiggled, sliding down further on his cock. He was hardening again.
"Mommy," he sighed. "You're spoiling me."
