Mommy Dom

I sat down on a chair in the dining room as Natasha arrived. She seductively said, “I heard my big boy needs serviced.” I was about to answer in agreement, but she shushed me with a finger on my lips. “Shhhh. Just follow me to the master bedroom, and Mommy will take care of the rest.” Although I didn’t order anything to her, I was curious about what she had planned, so I put the chair back and followed her.

Entering the master bedroom, I saw her sitting on the bed motioning me to come to her. “Come to Mommy baby,” she said. I met her on the bed, and she shoved her tongue down my throat. After a few minutes of making out, she began stroking my cock. As I gasped in pleasure she said, “Does my boy want some milk? Go ahead baby, drink up.” I took her offer, and sucked on her tits, drinking up every drop as she stroked me. “Mmmm…Good boy,” she moaned as I sucked.

Before long, I felt the pressure in my balls building. Natasha noticed this and said, “Go ahead baby, cum for me.” Almost as if on cue, I let a load out all over Natasha and the bed. “I know you have more. Cum again!” she said after my initial load subsided. I gave myself orgasm control, and made myself cum again, this time leaving some on myself as well. “More. Do it more!” she exclaimed. Despite my want to dominate, I couldn’t resist and gave myself higher cum production. By the time I was finished, my balls expanded to the size of basketballs. Making myself get off over and over again, my cum completely soaked both of us and the bed. “That’s it. Don’t stop. Keep cumming for me.” In pleasure, I muttered, “Yes Mommy,” as I continued to cum hard over and over.

A few minutes later, Natasha said, “Good boy, I knew you were pent up. You can stop cumming.” Coming to my senses, I stopped sucking on her tits, and I found I came almost all over the entire room. “Wow, my baby boy made a mess. You even called me Mommy. I wonder if a diaper could contain all that cum,” said Natasha. “Wait, what?” I thought to myself as she said that. Although I grew to love the mother play, I did not want to be diapered. I quickly snapped out of the pleasure and said, “Mother, submit!” She stayed still awaiting her next command.