#scud

Another pearly bead of pre-cum drips from the flushed tip of his cock, sliding down his throbbing shaft and coating your knuckles. Your hand is merciless, sliding up and down, up and down, wrist twisting meanly each time it reaches the head.

Scud is half laying across your lap as you cradle him, head nestled in the crook of your arm, supporting his head. He presses his face against your chest, nuzzling against your soft skin, your flesh shining with his saliva from where his drool has wiped off onto you.

His cock is so red, practically purple from how hard he is. You've been teasing him for hours, coaxing him to his peak, letting him just grasp it, and then ripping it away. Again and again. Scud sniffles with every move of your hand, the glide so smooth and slick from the amount of pre he's leaking. You never need lube when he's worked up like this; he gets so messy and wet from the slightest of touches.

So sensitive.

"Mommy, please…" he whimpers, eyes fluttering shut. His hands scrabble for purchase, needing something, anything, to hold onto, to ground himself with. His long, slender fingers wrap around your wrist, not gripping to make you speed up, not trying to dictate your pace — he would never do that, he knows better — simply resting there.

"Shh, shh, sweetheart, you're doing so perfect for me." His breath hitches when you increase the slow pace of your hand, squeezing on the upstroke. His hips automatically thrust up into your hand, arching off of the bed, desperately searching for more friction.

You tut at him, shaking your head in mock disappointment, looking at Scud with a stern frown. Your hand releases his aching shaft, moving away and delivering a sharp smack to his thigh. He whines from the sting, muscles tensing briefly from the shock of the blow. Fresh tears pool in his pretty eyes, collecting in his waterline before spilling over and down his flushed cheeks.

"Where's my good boy, hmm? I'm disappointed, baby, I thought you knew better."

And just like that, just like you were hoping, he starts to beg, voice shaking as he blurts out desperate plea after plea, whining and begging for forgiveness.

"Mama, mommy, please, please! N-need ya to touch me, mama, hurts so bad, need ya!" His voice cracks as he pleads, eyes wide and shining, so you decide take pity on him. Just a little.

You trail your fingertips, featherlight and gentle, up the vein on the underside of his cock. His dick jumps, the whine that spills from his lips drawn out and filthy, and you giggle at his reaction, cooing down at him. "God, you're just so cute!"

"D-don't—" he stutters, choking on his words, "mama don't call me that…"

"Hmm," you purse your lips, pretending to think about it for a second, "how about… no! I don't think you're in a position to tell me what to do right now, are you sweet boy?" He nods, frantic and oh so obedient, gazing up at you with big, wet eyes.

You stop teasing, for now at least, and smile sweetly down at him. He knows he's done for. "Move again and the next hit is to your dick."

He's really trying, you can tell. When you start to stroke him again, Scud remains still in your arms, frozen like a statue, breathing shakily. The faster you stroke, the harder you can tell he's struggling. His abs tense and flex with every cruel flick of your wrist, thighs beginning to tremble from how hard he's trying not to buck up into your hand.

He turns his face into your chest, whining and drooling against your skin, leaving it smeared in a mix of his tears and spit. Your breasts squish against his cheek when he presses up against them, nipples hardening from the slight friction.

When you look down at Scud, his eyes are glazed over and unfocused, fluttering shut and popping open whenever you switch up your rhythm. A litany of moans and whimpers escape his pretty pink lips, the sounds whiny and sweet, so frequent you don't even think he realises they're coming from him.

Scud's breath ghosts over your nipple and a shudder runs through you, every inch of your body extra sensitive after denying yourself for so long, all of your attention having been on Scud, focusing on teasing him. The first flick of his tongue against your hardened peak has a shaky moan slipping past your lips, the pleasure shooting straight to your core.

Your free hand moves to tangle in his hair, pushing him forwards and practically smothering his face in your tits — not that he minds in the slightest. Soft, pink lips wrap around your nipple, your hand momentarily squeezing his cock at the feeling. Warm, wet heat and suction cloud your mind as Scud sucks like his life depends on it, completely focused on the task at hand.

His free hand comes up to paw at your other breast, rolling and pinching the sensitive bud between his calloused fingertips. To reward him, you pay extra attention to the throbbing head on your next upstroke, dipping your thumb into the slit and smirking as more pre spurts out, gathering it on the pad of your thumb before moving it down to tease the sensitive underside.

You lean your head down and whisper your next words directly into his ear, nibbling the lobe before speaking.

"Cum, sweetheart, make a mess for me."

His lips release your nipple with a soft pop, Scud's head tipping back, lips parting as the bliss of his peak washes over him. Hot spurts erupt from him, his cries becoming breathier and more desperate, body shaking from the intensity. His warm, thick spend coats your knuckles, easing the way further as you work him through his orgasm.

"Such a good boy, my good boy, you did so well, sweet thing."

Scud's body trembles as he comes down from his high, teary eyes blinking open slowly. He gazes up at you, a dopey smile spreading across his flushed face, hand coming up to trace the contours of your jaw, your cheekbones, his touch reverent and soft.

"Thank you, mommy," he whispers, boneless and pliant in your arms.

"Anything for my sweet boy." You press gentle kiss to the tip of his nose, brushing sweaty strands of hair away from his face when you lean back up. "Now, I think it's time to return the favour, don't you?"