There You Are, Ive Been Looking For You

“Mommy please,” he let out a whiny plea.

You’d been torturing him for over an hour at this point. He’d woken up hard and aching for you. At once he’d rllled over and began kissing all over the body he loved so much. You knew your sun warmed, exposed pussy was exactly where he wanted to be. It was hot and you’d slept naked, him only in underwear. Regardless of his desires you had other plans.

So now he was slowly dragging his clothed but rock hard cock against your pussy. You both were wet. Your thighs were tacky with slick from the eroticism of the moment. You felt could feel how his dick drooled and leaked a huge spot onto his blue underwear.

“Mommy, I wanna cum, I really, really wanna cum,” he whined.

“Go ahead Clarky,” you giggled, petting his curls.

“I-I gotta be in your snug, tight, warm pussy,” he pouted.

“But that’s not what mommy wants,” you confessed. “I want you to cum in your boxers, just from this.”

“It’s hard,” he sniffed, his hips sped up a little. You adored being the reason all that precum was dribbling from his length. His stamina was impressive.

“It doesn’t have to be,” you told him. “Just think about it Clark. You’re so addicted to mommy and so needy that you begin to throb and shoot a huge load out of that monster cock. All the veins popping out and the way your balls will contract as you empty yourself.”

“Oh, GOLLY!” He exclaimed adorably. He always said such words like they were actual curses.

You could feel his cock pressing and straining against those boxers. He was so big, and veiny, and girthy, that you wondered if the underwear would bust.

“I just like the idea of you being like a needy puppy. You wanna get off for mommy so bad, you’ll take my thigh or just my folds.

“Mommy,” the moan was high pitched and desperate.

“You loooooove having a mommy don’t you? Mommy that always gets your cum out?”

“Yessssssss,” he hissed. His hips were speeding up now. I could feel the pulse of his cock. “Best thing in the world!”

“Then imagine that cum building up. Imagine how nice it feels humping me. Image the gorgeous huge wet spot you’ll make, and that white goo will just ooze out of your underwear. And fuck Clark it would make me so happy.”

“Gosh, so it’ll make you happy?” He questioned. He lifted his head so you could look in his eyes. His baby blues were hazy, nearly teary with how much he needed this. His cheeks were pink and his hair was plastered to to his forehead with perspiration.

“So I’ll be a good boy?”

“Such a good boy,” you cooed. He began to snap his hips again.

“Keep saying it mommy,” he begged. You carded your hands through his hair as you cooed at him.

“Such a good boy! So good. My best boy! Mommy’s pretty boy! You gonna cum in your underwear for mommy?”

He was humping so wildly now it was almost worrisome. You heard an odd sound, sort of like a ripping.

“M-more p-please,” she shuddered.

“You’re my baby boy, you can do it. I’ll be so proud. Mommy’s good boy!”

“OH!” The exclamation was like a cry for help. His underwear split clean through as his massive cock spilled out and began to shoot rope after rope of cum. He was making the most pathetic sounds and your eyes were glued to him.