Mommy and The Good Boy

I should say that there is sensitive material in the blog post below. Incest fantasy themes. All parties mentioned are consensual. But it might trigger those who are particularly sensitive to such issues. Please be warned and proceed in reading at your own risk. Thank you!

I hear his electric razor buzzing away in the bathroom while I’m lying in the dark. It’s 2 am. I can taste the cranberry vodka on my lips. I can smell him on his sheets. It is late. I am drunk. I am happy to be in his bed again.

He comes back from the bathroom. Quietly creeps into bed. He lies down beside me. Takes my hand. Puts it above his cock.

There’s no hair there.

“I shaved it all off. More prepubescent this way…”

Gulp.

I know where this is going. It has never really gone here before.

Earlier, he had told me not to mother him. That he just wanted to have fun tonight. When I told him he might want to drink his drink slower. He was serious, but it gave me a certain rush. A few nights before, he put his head on my chest after we'd fucked. I played with his hair. He said he felt taken care of, that I felt maternal to him, in that position. And sometimes he puts his lips to my nipples and makes these little suckling sounds. Sometimes he’ll make a little boy sound when he’s doing this. It’s partly under the disguise of “ha, I’m being silly” when he does that, but for me--it's sick hot. These things are subtle, but I catalogue them. They trigger me, send a red hot current directly to my groin, and I want to simultaneously make him a peanut butter and jelly sandwich with the crusts cut off and have him ram me with my legs up in the air.

“Feel it. It’s all smooth,” he says, and I massage the place where his pubic hair would be, right above his cock. Slightly. I graze his cock with my hand. He makes sounds. He is whimpering. I am barely touching anything important. But he gets hard as a rock.

He sneaks under the covers. I can’t see him at all. His mouth, without hesitation, is immediately all over my wet cunt. I start humping his face. I have my hand on top of his head, pushing it down. I swivel my hips to rub my pussy all over his mouth and chin. I use his mouth.

He is a good boy.

That’s what I’m thinking, not yet saying…

Minutes later, he is on top of me. And what he says soon after he’s inside me tears me apart.

“I want to make you happy, Mommy,” he says, panting as he thrusts, not like a boy, but like a man. But what I say is:

“Oh, my, you’re such a good boy.”

“Do I do it as good as Daddy, Mommy?”

“Better, baby. Better than Daddy.” I groan, feeling my pussy get slicker by the minute. “When did you get so big?”

“Oh, Mommy.”

“My good little sweet little boy.”

I start to moan loud.

“We have to be quiet, Mommy.”

We’ve never said things like this before.

It feels unnatural one minute. Very sexy the next. Very sweet. This dirty talk. This role play. I’m not sure how to do this. And then something clear as day pops into my head: I am teaching him how to love me. I am showing him the way Mommy likes it. I am showing him the way JANIE likes it. And when I suck his cock later, he groans, “Oh, Mommy!” and shivers are sent down my spine. When I jerk him off and he whimpers, I am beside myself. I tell him balls are so big now, so tight. And I think that everything he does right now he is doing to make me happy. This may or may not be the case, really. But I want so badly for him to feel grown up and worthy of all these big feelings I have for him. I want him to feel that as Adam, the man, the man I love, and as the boy, the boy I am in charge of right now.

I watch him finish himself off with his hand. I repeat over and over again “That’s a good boy, that’s a good boy.” I don’t know what else to say. It sounds like a bad porn, in a way. But that is all I can think of to say. That is all he is right now. He shoots long and hard. It hits my arm, my stomach.

And then I’m not sure what just happened.

I think we just lie there quietly in each other’s arms until we drift off to sleep.

This is all very promising.