Handjob w/ "Mommy" fetish.

“My, my,” she giggles with her eyebrows raised. “We really should, shouldn’t we?”

“You never know when it could be our last.”

Astrid’s flashy smile straightens. “You really don’t.”

Realizing that she’s about to kill the mood, she forces a laugh and pushes you back. At first, you’re upset with her actions, thinking you’re about to fall on your back. Instead, you land on something soft, and your world spins into something else entirely!

In a blink, you’re in a cozy living room with open windows and a fan blowing above spinning. Next to you is Astrid, dressed in short-shorts and a black tank top. Her hair is still in a ponytail, but it looks a little lazy somehow.

“So,” she coils into your body, rubbing suggestively all over you. “What do you want to do then?”

Your throat goes dry, and your mind becomes unfocused. Astrid always affects you when she gets this close, regardless of how often you’ve seen her naked or how much you talk to her. Whenever things even get remotely sexual with her, it seems out of character. You stammer a few times, close your eyes, and take a deep breath.

“We– I mean, I– you should– I think–”

“Slooow down!” She kisses you. “What do YOU want to do…”

“I want us to fool around,” you say quietly, like it’s the first time you’ve requested to do something intimate with her.

“How do you want to fool around?” She teases, kissing your neck, her hand now traveling down your chest.

Your mind is blinking in and out of thought. How do you want Astrid to fool around with you? You feel her warmth, her touch, her everything. Down to the most minor details. The smell of her hair, the sound of her voice. Everything is intoxicating– she’s meant for you!

After taking a deep breath, you find your voice again. “I want to do whatever you want, Astrid.”

She kisses you passionately and climbs into your lap. You both explore each other’s bodies while your tongue tangles around. Her salvia is sweet, and the smoothness of her tongue tickles the roof of your mouth.

When Astrid pulls away, you see her cheeks are painted in a shade of soft scarlet. She studies you closely. Her eyes are filled with supernatural intelligence. “You’re giving me the option to pick what to do you while you’re here?”

“I suppose I am,” you hold her hips, studying her too.

You feel her breath when she exhales. “I want to feel you,” she says in a low voice. “I want to feel your length, your girth, your cum…I want to jerk you off and watch all the cute faces you’ll make while I work your cock to orgasm.”

There’s no question at the end. She’s voiced a genuine desire. It sounds much more than a worldly want coming out of her mouth. If these were Flora, Scarlet, or maybe even Delilah, you’d regard this “want” as something natural– something primal in a way, but hearing it from Astrid is unworldly. There’s a tugging in your stomach, and everything around you seems brighter.

Even though you and Astrid have no verbal agreement, she unbuckles your pants and slides them to your ankles. She spits and rubs your cock with her hand slightly, getting you hard and your blood rushing to where she wants it. You watch her handiwork, enjoying the sight of her pale hand on your erecting member: the heat of her palm and the feel of her digits on your inches.

The slow and repetitive motions are consistent but don’t get any less pleasurable. You brush back Astrid’s hair and lean in to kiss her again. The soft press of your lips causes your cock to grow to its full length in under a minute. Astrid’s handjob becomes faster, and your second round of kissing is much more passionate. You can hear the clicking of your mouths and feel the friction of the hastily lubed cock getting worked, just as she promised she’d do.

Astrid breaks the kiss and smiles at you. “You like it when mommy jerks you off?”

Your heart thumps against your chest. How did she make that sound so…perfect? You glance down to watch what she’s doing to you, but she grabs your chin with her free hand and guides you back to her eyes. Her lips are glossy with your exchange, and her cheeks are bright pink– no doubt matching yours. You nod, watching her lips as they curl into a hot smile. “Say it, baby.”

She closes her eyes and listens to you, obviously finding it attractive. Astrid sticks her tongue out, letting the spit of your session drip down and lube around her fingers as they work. You can feel her stroking getting faster.

“Say it again,” she coos at you, and when it’s said, you can feel her going faster again. Astrid liberally adds more of her drool to the naughty business being applied to you. “You’re so cute.”

Her praise makes your heart race. You run a hand up her tank top and start feeling her chest. There is no BODY on earth that could compete with this angel you had your hands on. She had no bra, so you were quickly met with her boobs and hard nipples. A stupid grin plays on your mouth, and it makes Astrid giggle.

“Look at you,” she praises, sounding more wife-like than motherly. “I love looking at you when we’re playing together.”

“Look at me?” You loom closer. “I wish you could look at yourself. I don’t understand how you can be graceful despite being so naughty.”

Astrid uses both hands to pleasure you now. And without saying anything, she spits again, lessening the friction to a point of almost being unnoticeable. Now you’re both silent– watching your cock getting jerked off while you let out little puffs of air from your lungs. You try not to curse while in the presence of Astrid, so you just manage a few words between your breathing. Astrid herself seems to be having difficulty focusing on one part of you. If she looks down, she gets the treat of watching you throb, but if she looks up, she sees the expression on your face while you get closer to your orgasm.

Your hands are still placed firmly on her chest, making circles and applying gentle squeezes between inconsistent pauses. Unlike Astrid, you cannot manage a rhythm while being stimulated. You exhale, feeling that you’re probably closer to your climax than either of you think. You lean back and stick your hips gently forward so there isn’t a single inch of your cock untouched.

Astrid purrs with delight, piecing together that you must be nearing your limit. She closes her lips and swallows, her eyes trained on your cock as her hands pump gracefully up and down. “Oh, baby. Does mommy make you this hard? You haven’t even been inside of me yet, and all that I’m doing is touching your big, throbbing cock.”

She looks up at you so your eyes meet. You see the corners of her mouth tighten into a smile that you haven’t seen on her before. It’s perverted but no less attractive. “Can you tell me how close you are to cumming?”

“Very,” you exhale, looking down at the precum leaking from your tip. “I’m close.”

Her fingers roll along your length, feeling the skin of your private parts. “I can feel your heart beating. That’s so hot.”

Another exhale. It’s full of lust. Full of worldly desire. You can’t help but watch with sexual glee as Astrid starts to increase the speed of her handjob. Your breath starts to rise. Your knees begin to tense, and your lower back pushes forward.

“Oh, my God. Astrid– I’m about to…~??”

“Cum for mommy,” she leans in and kisses you softly on the lips. The emotion and feel on multiple points are enough for you to start gushing out in long lines over her soft hands, following her last words.

Astrid brings her hands to her lips, and she licks them clean, her eyes never leaving yours. “You know… I bet we could stay a little longer if you wanted to. What do you think about that, sweetpea?”