#harcest

Diego likes when Grace gets like this. She’s been more direct with her desires since the reset. The best Diego can figure is when she rebooted whatever restrictions Reginald had her under were effectively null and void.

All the better if you ask him. He’s always been a sucker for take charge women, and he’s sure there’s something Oedipal to unpack with the current arrangement, but they’re both adults and happy so he’s not going to focus too hard on what his enjoyment means.

What started as careful affection has morphed into a heavy dosing of kink exploration, and Diego has to wonder where Grace even learned this world. He’s not complaining though, because he gets the benefit of being doted on and plied with delicious treats. He’d be a fool to turn his nose up at Grace’s interests.

It’s still new, she’s finding what works, and Diego is enjoying the ride. How she derives delight in trying new recipes, figuring out what suits De’s tastes.

It’s likely tied to some motherly need to nurture, after all, Diego’s always been her pickiest of children. It makes sense her interest would stem from spoiling her darling boy.

What started as basic care of making sure Diego was eating slowly morphed into something much more.

“Be a good boy for mommy and open up,” Grace murmurs as she grinds against Diego’s thigh bringing a spoonful of warm cherry pie to his mouth.

Heat coils in Diego’s belly at her words. He wants to be good for her always. Lips parting, he savors the mix of flavors bursting in his mouth moaning softly at the cloying syrupy sweetness of the cherry filling.

“That’s it dear, you’re doing so good,” she praises working on getting another forkful ready as her hips rock forward lazily. “Mommy wants a clean plate.”

De whines softly, cheeks flushing a pretty shade of pink as he eagerly opens for another bite. He knows how this game goes. Grace will make one of his favorite dishes with the intent of feeding him all the while peppering him with praise. All she asks is for a clean plate.

Diego doesn’t even mind that said portions seem to be ever growing, or that Grace has found a penchant for teasing as she pushes her precious boy to eat his fill (and then some). It’s worth it for the absolute earth rocking orgasm that follows one of these sessions.

It’s why he obediently takes bite after bite with nary a complaint. No matter how full, he just ignores the gentle pinching of his pants and the way his belly presses against his worn Henley in favor of forcing his way through the truly behemoth of a slice Grace served. Really it’s closer to a third of the pie than a true slice, and on top of the hearty dinner Diego is really beginning to struggle.

Grace of course has gotten so good at reading the signs and knowing just how to urge Diego on when it begins to feel like too much. So really Diego isn’t surprised when Grace carefully places the plate down to free up a hand.

She’s quick to undo his pants, taking time to brush her fingers appraisingly across the slight bloat before sliding her hand down to palm Diego. She starts off teasingly, a careful brush of her knuckles against his shaft before curling her fingers around him to start a maddeningly slow stroke.

“You’re almost done, just a few more bites…you can manage that right darling?”

The question is punctuated with her thumb brushing across the head of his cock and Diego has to bite back a whimper as he nods overeager in his desire to please.

“Y-y-yes,” he manages to force out trying his best to keep from coming right on the spot.

“Good boy,” Grace smiles as she reclaims the fork with her free hand and resumes feeding Diego.

It’s a struggle. Between the torturously slow pace and the feeling of being overly full, Diego is really fighting to make good on his promise of a clean plate. He feels so stuffed even his breathing has gone a little shallow, and if he weren’t so deliriously turned on he might feel a bit self conscious over how much of a mess he’s making. He’s practically dripping from the teasing, and that’s to say nothing of the sticky cherry filling staining his lips and cheeks.

But he is a man of his word. He manages to get down those last few bites, left breathless and aching for relief. He whines softly looking up at Grace with desperate need.

“That’s it Diego, come for mommy, you’ve been such a good boy,” she practically purrs, speeding up her strokes as she carefully dabs at the sticky mess of cherry smearing Diego’s lips with her free hand.

Pupils blown wide with desire, Diego’s trembling slightly with want as his tongue carefully darts out to flick across Grace’s fingers as his hips jerk upwards unevenly. He’s feeling fit to burst with the amount of sugary pie he managed to eat but the way his skin is buzzing from Grace’s words it doesn’t take much more than her request to have him coming across her fingers with shaky thrusts.