You popped your head through the door frame smiling softly. "Hey hot shot. I got off early, figured I would whip up dinner." You smiled as Spamton sighed, slowly trudging over to you, resting his head against your shoulder and wrapping his arms around your hips, burying his face even closer, his chest pressed against yours.

"'M so tired…" He mumbled, "Everyone is such a dick to me, all the Addison's cut me out but the moment I make it big they're all fighting for my attention…" He grumbled softly, pressing his face impossibly closer to your frame. "Not to mention that Queen has been pushing me to the bone trying to get me to promote and sell and sell and sell…" Spamton huffed, pulling away for a moment so he could tug at his red suit, grumbling as he began to wrestle with the buttons, trying to get it off.

"Poor baby." You cooed softly, gently smoothing his hair back, smiling when he chirps softly in return. "So pent up and tired from work hm?"

Your nails gently scratched at his scalp, making him lean into your touch slightly, "You want mommy to take care of you?" You whispered, leaning in just slightly, breath hot against his ear.

Your husband froze in place, inhaling sharply, before he met your gaze.

He swallows and nods slowly, a small noise escaping his throat. "Yes… please mommy." He whimpered, gripping at your shirt , fist balled in the fabric of your clothing.

You smiled, taking his hand and leading the man to your bedroom.

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Drool slid down Spamton's chin, as his mouth worked uselessly against your panties which you shoved in them before he could spit out another retort.

You smiled, moving your hips to a slow grind on top of him. "What? Cat got your tongue? You have nothing to say for yourself, pretty boy?" You teased, his cock pressing up deep inside you, making him whimper.

A sound escapes his lips, muffled by your panties shoved in them. "Does the baby boy have something he wants to say?" You tease, reaching over to wipe the tears gathering in his eyes.

"M..Mommy.." Spamton whines out, hips bucking up into you as he shudders out an exhale, drool gathering onto the fabric. His senses were filled with you, tasting you on his lips, and feeling you wrapped around his cock, and having your hands touching his skin, and your voice cooing in his ear.

It was all too much and yet simultaneously, it wasn't enough. He twitched inside of you, a telltale sign that he was close.

He whimpered, nails digging into the plush of your thighs, a broken sob leaving his lips.

"Please…" He groaned, voice strained, weak and muffled, jutting his hips up.

He sobbed and twisted, desperate for some sort of friction or attention from you.

You hummed, going back to dropping your weight down on him, taking his breath away and making him moan loudly - silenced enough by the fabric in his mouth.

A broken sound escapes his lips, half a sob, half a moan as he claws at your hips, chasing some sort of release. "Please-" he pants out, gripping the sheets.

You nod once, "Cum for mommy." You coo gently.

Spamton groans, letting out a choked cry as his hips jerked, cumming hard, tears sliding down his cheeks as he fills you. The feeling of being so full tips you over the edge too, squeezing around him making him whimper.

You smiled, as you rode out your bliss with a sigh. "Fuck…There we go." You sighed.

Spamton hissed a little under his breath, his grip on your thighs loosening slightly.

You looked tired but content. "Feeling better?"

Spamton nodded as his eyes fluttered slightly. "Uh huh.."

You leaned in and pressed a tender kiss to his forehead. "Good. I'm glad."

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