I need Mommy to tie down my wrists to a wall, standing there wearing only tight, little briefs that show off exactly how hard and twitchy I am being teased like this. Even just some kisses here on my face, and a hand on my chest, tracing slowly down to my straining cock is enough to melt my brain until I’m whining and begging for it.
“Please Mommy pretty please I need your touch, any touch please just something”
And just like that Mommy’s face lights up with an idea, “oh I’ll give you some touch but you have to work for it” she laughs.
She lowers her hand to just a little bit out from my crotch, fingers down, palm facing straight at the leaking mess inside my only clothing.
“You can touch, but only by grinding your bugle against my hand, if you can reach it that is”
I already start thanking her before I realize the fun of this for her, every time I thrust my hips out to rub against her hand, she pulls it back just ever so slightly, always keeping it barely out of reach. If I’m lucky, she’ll give me just a moment of touch before she pulls away. The tantalizing tease is too much for my already needy brain, I just thrust more and more desperately, whining and begging and asking as sweet as I can for just a little longer touch for each thrust, but mommy has found a way to have fun for a very long time.