Resting my head in her lap, all tired from work, eyes shut as she plays with my hair lazily and tells me about her day. Maybe she’ll caress the shell of my ear and rub my sore neck, offering some comfort and relief. Maybe those small caresses turn into her hands moving lower, groping at my chest and waist, evoking small whines from my lips.
Of course, I’d try to keep my cool, continuing on about a new project I’m working on in an attempt to distract myself from her hand snaking down towards the newfound tent in my lap. I know it’s hers, so why bother focusing her attention away from it?
Like clockwork, I immediately whimper when she palms my butch cock in her hand, my hips bucking upward as I cover my face in embarrassment, but that doesn’t stop her. If anything, she’s more determined to make sure that she gets me off. “Come on, amorcito, are you really that easy? I didn’t think work was that hard today that you needed this so badly, hm?” And that would set me off, make me decide to sit up straight and look her in her eyes with my own, now glazed over from even the smallest touch from her. I would nod slowly, basically begging her for more friction, and maybe, just maybe, it would elicit a smile from her pretty lips.
With that, I’d be beckoned into her lap, warm, inviting. Sitting down, facing her, I’d have my arms draped loosely over her shoulders, looking down at my crotch as she unbuttons my jeans to reveal my boxers, my now hard cock straining against the fabric.
Heavy breathing, grip around her shoulders tightening, all as she slowly yanks down my boxers to reveal her treat. Maybe she’d suck her thumb, just till it’s wet, before grabbing my throbbing dick and rubbing it over the tip, causing me to throw my head back with a throaty groan.
I know she’d go on to give me backhanded encouragement as she starts to work at my cock, enough to drive me crazy. “Aw, is it that good, baby? Only a mutt would be this easy for his owner, nasty boy,” and of course all I’d do about it is whine about how good it feels, how close I’m getting from simply being jerked off.
Of course, at my mention of how close I am, she’d stop, pulling her now wet hands away from my dick and demanding me to stand up. Once I do, she would follow suite and stand over me, looking down at me with dark eyes. Before I’d know it, I’d be shoved back down onto the couch, looking up at her with fearful puppy eyes, watching her fall to her knees in front of me, right before swallowing me whole.
I know I wouldn’t be able to take it, grabbing her head and letting out a few pathetic yelps before cumming hard down her throat, holding her head in place as I babble incoherent thoughts, “thank you mommy. So good. I needed this. Thank you, thank you, thank you.” She would then stand up, placing a ‘chaste’ kiss to my forehead, now beaded with sweat, telling me how good I did for my mommy.
