Son for Hire: Chapter 60 (Patreon)
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Suckle, suckle, stroke. Suckle, suckle, stroke. Suckle, suckle, stroke.
At a slow steady rate of one light stroke to two of my nursing sucks Evelyn jerks me off. I had barely recovered from nearly popping my cork the first time when she started up again and so within just a minute or so I was nearing red zone all over again.
“Hnnnn!”
I whine, I whimper, I squirm and still…suckle, suckle, stroke…suckle, suckle, stroke.
My lips break seal once more. “Mum!”
She stops though her hand doesn’t leave my dick.
“Hnnngh!” My eyes clamped shut I force back the climax once more…barely! “Ohhh geeeez.”
“You did it!” She says cheerily. “That’s my boy.”
I open my eyes and through panting breath I gasp. “Yeah.”
And then she starts again.
“Ohhhh!”
She doesn’t bring me back to the nip this time, choosing instead to keep my face cradled in the cleavage of her huge breasts, as she stroke…stroke…strokes my diamond hard manhood. With Mommy watching every struggling grimace and contortion of my expression I clench my teeth together and hold out as long as I can.
“Hnnnnmmm!”
“Don’t cum.” Stroke, stroke, stroke. “Hold it in.”
“Hahhhh!”
She stops in the nick of time yet again. “Hannhggh!” My high suffering voice mewls.
“Good boy!” She tells me once it was clear I’d held it back again. “3…2…1, here we go.”
“Oh God!” My body writhes, my pleading eyes gazing up into hers, as she stroke, stroke, strokes. “MUM! GAH!”
She stops as I growl and flex every muscle of my body and mind to deny the release that SCREAMED to be let loose. I huff and heave and twist and somehow I hold it in. Dear Lord, I’d never felt such delicious suffering.
“3…2…1, again.”
Stroke, stroke, stroke, stroke. I am nearly hyperventilating I hold it…hold it…GAHHH!
“HAHHH!”
She strokes one time too many!
“AHHHH!” We both look down to watch my cock buck and throb as a fresh dribbled of precum oozes from the tip. I honestly don’t know how, but somehow I hold it back. I am out of my mind at the very edge of bliss. “Ohhhhh Jesus!”
“3.”
“No!” I plead.
“2.”
“I need longer!”
“1.”
“Mommy!”
Her mind-bendingly light grip bears down again and she starts to stroke.
“Hohhhhh!” I let out forlorn moan that sounded more like a wounded animal than a soft boy.
“You are doing so good baby. I am so proud of you listening so good. I love you so much my sweet boy.”
She takes me just short of the point of no return again…and again…and again…and again, each time with only a steady three count in between. It got to the point where all it took was a single brush of a finger up the front of my dick or a little flick of her fingertip at my sensitive whole to have me crying mercy. All the while she gazes, watching me respond to her merest touch, and whispers sweet lovey-dovey’s. Such sweet, sweet agony!
“You have to last longer this time.” She tells me during one of the many breaks.
I shake my head. “No!”
“Yes baby.” She smiles. “I know you can do it. Hold on as long as you can.”
“Mum!”
“3…2…”
“Ohhhhh!”
“1.”
GOD! Denying that first nut had seemed so difficult at the time but it was light work compared to what I endure now. Each and every soft stroke was a monumental act of will and endurance. Each stroke felt an eternity, the vanishingly tiny spans of time where she would pause top and bottom were my only hints of rest. Consumed by it all I press hard into Mommy’s soft thick body an sing for her. “Ohhhh! Ohhhh! OHHHH!”
“My beautiful boyyyy.”
“Hnngh! Hnngh! Hnngh!” I groan with each breath I take. My body was on fire, my groin and ass and dick and balls hummed with a constant pressure of being on a never-ending verge. Floating in a nebula of soaring sensations my whole consciousness consists of nothing more than denied pleasure and my need to obey. I bury my face into her tits, as if I might find escape there, but quickly I am forced to look up at her again. “Mum!”
She stops and watches me tremble, holding me into her soft welcoming bosom, with a look of joyful pride in her deep gentle eyes.
“Ohhhhh.” I whimper and quiver in her arms.
At last I find true mercy. Letting go of my dick my Mistress tenderly cups my aching balls and oh so gently massages them. Once I somewhat return to my senses she asks with a jolly giggle. “My poor boy. Are you okay?”
“Uh huh.” I nod breathlessly.
“That’s my boy.” She says.
We stay like this for a time. Quietly gazing into each other’s eyes as she lovingly massaged my testes. The way she touched me…it defied description. Gently, slowly, attentively she fondles and rubs my full to bursting family jewels. “That feels so nice.” I sigh. “Ohh.”
“Good.” She smiles and continues, in no rush to move on. But eventually she does. Pulling me up she kisses me. “Come here.”
Moving to her touch she brings me up to straddle her legs facing her. I darned near spill my seed as her supple boob unexpectedly brushes across my twitching dick in the shift but thankfully I don’t. Once she had me on her lap she pushes my shirt up to expose my body and begins to softly kiss my chest.
“I have such fun with you Donald.” She whispers. “My very own boy. The possibilities are endless.”
I shift in closer, pressing my balls up against the thick erection lurking inside of her dress. Pulling my shirt off completely I rest my hands on her shoulders as she continues smooching my body.
“You just can’t know how good you feel.” She says, her hands lightly gripping my sides. Coming to a nipple she stops and slowly twirls a tongue around it.
“Ohhh.”
She kisses across to the other one and does the same before pressing her plump lips into my chest and sucking on it.
“Ohhhh!”
She lets it go and sits back, looking me up an down. “You have such a beautiful body my prince.”
I bow my head bashfully and say in a small voice. “Thank you.”
Reaching around she grips my ass. “And this tushie! Ohhh baby, you make Mama melt when I watch you walk.”
I blush. “Thank you.”
Still groping my butt she looks up. “And such a pretty face. Those cute cheeks, those big wonderful eyes, that adorable smile.”
I smile, adorably. “Thank you.”
“And such a gorgeous cock.” She looks down at it. “Such a nice shape. So handsome. I can’t wait to feel it inside of me.”
“Ohhhh!” I grind against her, hungry to feel her inside of me as well. God how I wanted her to throw me on the bed and take me right now. “I want youuuu.”
She slides her hands up and grips at my pecs as she leans in and kisses between them. The bottoms of her heaving hanging boobs slip around my wood to nestle it between them. I loved how big they were, I loved how my dick was completely swallowed by them. The warm softness brushing so very gently has me feeling that pressure, that never truly abated, all over again.
“You are my perfect prince.” She kisses my chest again and again. “My sweet baby man. Home at last.”
“Ohhhhhh. I’m home!”
She leans back again and gazes up with a smile. “No more being jealous for a little while?”
“For a little.” I agree. “I’ll do my best.”
“Atta boy.” She laughs. “Whose my good boy?”
“Me.”
“Yes you are.” She nods with a final quick pinch to my tummy. “Now gimme a kiss and let’s get you on your way. You’ve got a lot to do today.”
“What!? Awwww!” I hug to her and hump into her. “Not yet.”
“You stop.” She chuckles and pushes me back. “I thought you were in a hurry. The rental truck and all that.”
“I’m not really in a hurry.” I pout. “Can’t we snuggle some more?”
“Your sister is waiting.”
“She doesn’t mind.” I plead. “Just a little more? I’ll eat your pussy so good, I’ll suck your dick, anything! I’m so hornyyyy!”
“I can see that.” She was loving this, and so was I really. She was in charge, not me. Her flexing her authority like this made my subby little heart glow. She knew precisely the frothing state of lust that she worked me into and now she was ending our play to send me out into the real world. How the hell was I supposed to function feeling like this? What a tease!
I bat my eyes real pretty for her and beg one last time. “Please?”
“Mmm mmm.” She shakes her head.
“Ohhhhh.” I whine and slump dramatically before giving her a little peck to the lips.
“Be strong my boy.” Humor glimmers in her eyes as she pats my cheek. “The day is still young.”