lover and a fighter

Tim's mommy kink manifests in many ways. Sometimes, it's the simple act of depending on you from time to time. Sometimes, it's the oozy, hot feeling he gets at the base of his spine when you praise him.

Other times, it's the way he whimpers and cries for his mommy while stroking his achy cock.

He's sprawled out in bed, sweats shoved just far enough down his legs that his dick can spring out. He's whimpering, tears already pooling in his eyes solely from how hard he is right now.

"Mmph." He bites his lip as he strokes himself agonizingly slow. He starts at the dry base, squeezing his way up to his leaky tip as a fresh bead of pre-cum oozes out. 

After a few moments he speeds his hand up, throwing his head back to dig into his pillows. He swears his thighs are already shaking—he can only imagine what you'd do to him if you were here. 

You'd overstimulate him, for sure. Cooing with false sympathy as he writhes and moans. You'd kiss all over the insides of his thighs, whispering about how he was such a good boy and how he never disappointed his mommy.

That thought makes a choked moan escape his lips, causing him to chomp down on his bottom lip once again. "Oh, mommy!"

His hand is now moving at a rapid pace over his cock. His thumb rubs over the head, pre dripping down to collect at his balls. Everything is so sticky, so wet…he's a complete mess. But it's okay, because he's thinking about you while doing it.

"Mommy, mommy, mommy, I'm gonna cum!" he whines, a plap, plap, plap following the movements of his strokes as he bucks into the hole of his fingers.

"Well, well, what do we have here?"

He jumps an embarrassing amount at the sudden sound of your voice. Real this time—not in his head. His eyes—previously screwed shut—open, instantly falling on you standing by his door.

"When— how long have you been standing there?"

You shrug, pushing off the wall and approaching Tim like a lion to its prey. "A few minutes. Long enough to hear you begging me to cum."

"I—"

"Oh, that's right. You weren't begging me to cum. In fact, you were going to do it anyways, whether I was gonna let you or not."

He whines, "Mommy, I'm sorry." His hand tries to resume its stroking, but at a single click of your tongue, he freezes.

"Oh, Timmy," he tut, slowly beginning to unbotton your shirt. He whines, eyes glues to you. "You had to get off that badly, hmm? You couldn't wait for me to make it all better? You know it's better when mommy does it."

"I know, mommy. I should know better…"

"Hm. You really should, baby boy."

"Oh, fuck!"

Tim's cries are loud and apologetic as his thighs quiver violently. He's sat between your legs, his back to your chest as your hand works over his cock.

There's 3 loads worth of cum acting as lube, along with lots of pre-cum. His thighs, cock, balls, and abdomen are a sticky, sweaty mess. The room smells of sex, and Tim doesn't know how much more of this he can take.

Your free hand strokes his black hair with a gentleness that juxtaposes the assault you're committing on his dick. You whisper sweet nothings in his ear, pushing your sweetheart to his absolute limits.

"Ooh, such a sweet boy," you croon, voice laced with sympathy that Tim can tell is 100% fake. "Making a mess all over yourself for mommy, hm? You see all those dark spots on the sheets, honey? That's from you. Mommy makes you feel so good, doesn't she?"

He nods vehemently, sweaty hair flopping around as his back arches and his hips buck into your hand. You lay a sharp smack to his thigh and he elicits a yelp, laying his hips back down.

"Answer the question."

"Yes! Yes, yes, yes, mommy, you make me feel so good," he whines, head thrown back over your shoulder. You shh him, nuzzling your cheek against his. "Stroke— stroke me faster. Mmmph!"

You, of course, do not listen. If anything, you slow your movements to an ungodly slow pace, bringing him farther away from that high he was trying so hard to chase.

"Are you in any place to make demands, baby?"

"Mmm. No, mommy."

"I don't have to shove your boxers in your mouth, do I?"

He shakes his head. "I'll be a good boy, mama. Don't need the boxers."

You nod. "I'm trusting you, Timmy. Don't make me regret it."

"So…can you go faster now? Please?"

Without warning, your speed skyrockets, moving over his cock at a pace that makes stars form behind his eyelids.

"Oh— oh, fuck!" he whimpers. "Gonna cum, mommy. Cum, please?"

A smile forms on your face. Such a sweet boy, asking for permission. "Cum for me, baby. Cum for mommy."

Instantly, Tim's legs shake uncontrollably and his eyes roll back as his cock shoots rope after rope of cum all over your hand and his abdomen. The bed is a mess, Tim is sweaty, covered in loads of cum…

"Aww, it's okay, Timmy. Let it out," you coo as he whines in overstimulation. Your thumb rubs his cockhead, torturing him juuuust a little more before finally letting his dick flop against his stomach.

You engulf him in your arms. "You did such a good job, my love. I'm so proud of you," you soothe, kissing all over his cheeks and forehead. "Such a good boy. I love you, Timmy. Let me clean you up."

He sniffles, tucking his head into your neck. "I love you too, mommy. Thank you."

Tim sighs, finally letting his eyes close as you retreat to the bathroom for a warm rag. When you return, your sweet boy is fast asleep.

Your smile turns warm. "Oh, baby," you sigh lovingly, wiping him down and getting all the stickiness off of him. You change him into clean boxers and get him off of the soaked sheets so you can replace them. 

No matter what, Tim is yours to love and care for—the least you can do after putting him through the ringer is tend to him so gently.

a/n: guys.. this may be my best work yet.