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Choso’s plan this morning was simple, roll out of bed, throw on her hoodie, and crash on the couch. The bedroom’s getting far too bright anyway, and he can hide under the blanket. Maybe Mommy will even let him cuddle while she reads. He jumps onto the couch while she’s getting her coffee and fixes the throw over himself; he’s not wearing anything else besides the hoodie and his legs are feeling chilly. His dick grazes the couch as he tries to get comfortable. Choso freezes, the fabric’s a little rougher than he’s used to. He grinds down experimentally, a shift of his hips and the blood rushes downwards, and well, he’s not mad about it.
He stops and looks up at her with a big sleepy grin once he hears the clink of her mug on the table. Choso makes room for her, and she slides in and carefully guides his head to her lap. She doesn’t seem to notice what he was up to, just thought her baby was feeling a little sleepy and needy. He gives a happy little wiggle when she bends down to kiss him.
For a while, he’s fine with halfheartedly grinding against the couch every now and then, but he doesn’t want to move too much and bother her. He wishes he had his lovey, he’s sure he could be more discreet with it. With that thought he fluffs up the throw, bunches it and tries to shove it between his legs, but whines when it’s nearly not thick enough. Mommy tuts and pats his head at his fussing, but that’s not enough. He cries into her stomach, can’t place why it made him this upset, it’s just that deep down he wants her to be touching him somewhere else. He could ask but he likes the quiet time they’re having together right now, and he doesn’t want it to be a whole thing. Flustered, he throws his arms around her waist; curls up his knees as he desperately tries to get closer.
When her hand comes down again, he seizes the chance to trap it in a hug. He presses the softest kiss once he’s lined up against it, an apology for what’s to come, promises silently to make it quick. Her fingertips brush against his tip, reminding him how sensitive he is. He takes a deep breath and ruts against it. A little twitch and her nails lightly scrape against his foreskin. He’s not sure if it was on reflex but Mommy surely can’t know what he’s doing just yet right?
Lifts his hips again to rut against it, once twice, groans getting louder with each jerky thrust, and…and what gives? Choso frowns, a little grunt even though all he wants is to whine from frustration. He’s sure he’s holding on tight enough, even turned her arm so that he’d get to grind into her palm, but with every end stroke he ends up sliding against her wrist instead!
And just when he’s about to give up, her fingers curl around his head, thumb teasing at his foreskin. He pushes his hips up to chase it, but she stops suddenly and pulls her hand out.
Any other day Choso’s sure he could bear it, but that was just too much for him right now – “Mommy,” he sits up abruptly, erection bouncing back against his stomach, “you know I hate it when you tease me,” he whines.
She puts the book down and looks at him, mouth open in surprise, brows raised almost comically, the perfect picture of innocence. She makes a show of marking the page that sends waves of guilt over him. But unlucky for her, Choso gets a glance at the page then, and realizes it’s the same spot she’s been on since she sat down!
He can’t help it, eeks out wet sniffle then and there. He tries to hold it back but soon it snowballs into a needy wail, pawing at her chest. He knows this isn’t helping, he knows this is exactly why Mommy loves teasing him, but, but he thinks she’s being very mean!
“Oh Choso,” she coos, voice all soft and warm and understanding. She reaches for him, wraps her hand around his cock for a few pumps. He sighs in relief at the welcome friction, hips thrusting lightly to help her along.
He could cum just like this, with Mommy reaching over for a hand job. But all that grinding earlier makes him want to try something else.
She stops when he slows down and opens her arms out to him. “Do you want to cuddle instead, baby? Come to Mommy,” she says.
Usually, he tucks himself under her chin, pressed up against her chest, but today he fixes himself behind her. He spreads his legs and tugs her in between, cocooning her with his arms. She gives a noncommittal sound, curious to see what he’d do next. His hard cock pressed up against her back feels nice and warm, and she lets him know by grinding back against it.
Choso moans, going slack now that Mommy’s giving him attention. She tuts and brings his hands to her hips, presses down until he tightens his grip.
He opens his eyes blearily when she stops, finds her hovering above his lap. She takes his hand and guides it between her folds. “Think you can help Mommy too?” She asks sweetly.
Choso nods quickly.
She lowers herself and closes her thighs around his leaking cock, a hand on the head to keep it pressed tight against her cunt.
“Mommy,” Choso gasps, she’s so warm and tight, and he’s not even inside her yet. A few more thrusts and the obscene squelches of their juices mixing is enough to drive him crazy. He’s breathing down hot and heavy against her shoulder, bites down when he wants to hide another embarrassing moan. Her hand comes up to lovingly cup his face and he nuzzles against it.
By now he’s drenched in her wet slick, gliding through her thighs easier than ever. He feels her stutter and chases it, tightening his abs so he can pump up faster.
He’s rewarded by a light moan, “That’s it, baby.” But that’s not enough. His tongue laps at the shell of her ear, making her scrunch her shoulder and giggle, and he licks her again. He presses sloppy wet kisses down the curve of her neck, it’s hard to do things delicately when the 80% of his brain is occupied with rutting hard into Mommy’s folds. Nevertheless, he’s satisfied when he feels her pulse quickening under his tongue.
She’s close.
So close that she knocks his hands away and goes faster than ever before, and Choso’s no better than a dildo suctioned on the wall. He’s feeling a bit worn out too, can’t do much besides gently squeeze her ass as it bounces in front of him. He spills before she does, sensitive and over-stimulated, and the hot splatter of cum over her thighs finally drives her over the edge.
He cries and reaches for her once they come down, now feeling weird that he’s not facing Mommy. She gets up to get some tissues to clean up with, but Choso shakes his head and tugs her close.
“Don’t leave, Mommy. Choso can do it,” he mumbles, face pressed against your stomach. He lowers his head to her thighs and licks it up, winces at the slight bitterness but shakes his head, he’s fine, this is nothing. He comes up to nose at her breasts after he’s done, he usually wants to nurse after cumming, and who could say no to that little smile?
“Okay, baby. Come lay down with Mommy,” she says, and Choso happily snuggles into her. A hand gently kneading at her breast while he suckles and another curled into her shirt, and this is all he needs.