You've Never Met Anyone Like Her Before

“You can hold it for mommy, can’t you?” she asks softly. You nod quickly, eyes wide. She tries to kiss you but it doesn’t last long with her smiling into it. She tries again but it breaks again. She reaches down instead. You’re still kneeling over her, hands by her shoulders. You look down to follow her hands.

You’re already hard. It started the moment you realised she was actually going to allow you inside of her. Wanda pulls your boxers down and frowns in mock concern.

“Are you hard yet, honey?”

Heat flushes through you as you duck your head. She asks that every time.

“It’s okay if you aren’t. Babies can have trouble sometimes, hm? Or is my baby not excited by their reward?”

“I am, mommy!” you insist, voice near a whine. “I’m hard.”

Wanda makes a considering noise before gently wrapping her hand around your length. Your tip barely pokes out. You stiffen further in her hold.

“You certainly feel hard,” she muses. Her hand squeezes lightly and your hips jerk up into the feeling. “I’m sorry, sweetheart. It’s just so hard to tell with how small you are.”

“I— I know, mommy,” you say, voice high. You still can’t meet her eyes.

“Mommy better make sure, hm? Her baby does get confused sometimes.”

You try to deny getting confused but she starts stroking you and your mouth falls open instead. Even with all your training it still feels so good. Your hips jut into her hand, uneven compared to her calm stroking. It’s barely a minute before she’s pulling away and you’re panting hard. She’s trained you enough that you didn’t even get close. A few months ago and it would’ve been a miracle if she wrapped her whole hand around you before you came.

“Definitely hard,” Wanda murmurs, sounding proud. She tilts your head back up towards her and pulls you in for another kiss. This one lasts. Your eagerness accidentally makes it messy but Wanda doesn’t push you away. You grind eagerly as you kiss her. Wanda is quick to still your hips so you don’t get close to coming.

“And what does my baby boy want?”

“Wanna— “ you make a strangled whining sound. “Wanna come in mommy.”

“That’s a very high goal.” You’re concentrating too hard to try and respond. “Or very low, depending on how you look at it. If that’s your goal, mommy will barely be fucked at all before her little boy loses control.”

You shake your head rapidly in denial.

“Wanna fuck mommy.”

Normally you aren’t allowed to say naughty words like that but mommy lets it slide when you’re repeating her.

“Show mommy,” Wanda says, voice rough.

Wanda guides your dick between her folds and that’s the end. You feel her wetness first and then her heat. It’s enough to engulf the tiny head of your dick and you come.

Hips juddering, your tip sliding through her wetness, mommy cooing quietly at you, her hands rubbing your sides. You slump against her. Nuzzling to find her warm, soft skin.

“Poor thing,” she murmurs in mock pity, “and so close too. I guess my baby isn’t ready to fuck mommy just yet, hmm?”