Mommy's Little Man
Chapter 1: Trapped in the Catwoman's Lair
The theater lights rose and the credits rolled. A crowd of all ags flooded out of the cinema. Moviegoers as young as four were carried out with their eyes wide, and their young minds disbelieving what they had just watched. Parents hushed their noisy offspring who insisted on screaming plot spoilers within ear-shot of those waiting to take their seats. One little girl's face was red and wet with tears; the imposing figure of the bizarrely masked antagonist still burned into her mind's eye. That night in her dreams, she would be haunted by his ill-fitting, pompous British accent.
Within this throng of consumers were the two most important figures to this story: a mother and son walking out hand-in-hand. Mommy carried a half-empty bucket of popcorn under her arm. Her boy had been so engrossed by the movie that he forgotten the salty, buttered treats even existed.
Mommy looked down at the small boy gripping her hand and smiled, "That was a lot of fun, wasn't it?" He gazed up at her and nodded silently. "Wasn't Batman cool? And Bane was so scary! That mask was the creepiest thing I've seen in ages!" Her son, still uncharacteristically silent, nodded again.
Maybe the ending is troubling him, she thought. It was a little confusing for me; maybe he doesn't understand that Batman is still alive, living in peace with Catwoman.
They were back in the busy shopping mall when Mommy felt a tug on her arm. Tommy looked up at her with those big, shining brown eyes.
"Mommy, I have to go," he whispered shyly.
"But you went to the bathroom during the movie. Are you okay?"
He nodded, but he tugged her arm again. "I gotta go."
Pulling her towards the restroom, she stopped at the door with the little man on it and said, "You'll have to go on your own, sweetie. Mommy isn't allowed inside." This brought the most pleading, endearing expression she had ever seen. Like a puppy begging to sleep in the same bed as his master.
"What on Earth..." And then she saw it. Her eyes roamed down over his tummy, and stopped at his shorts. There was no missing that little surprise.
"Oh, Tommy. It looks like your little thing is... Well, I guess I can't really say it's little, can I?" Mommy understood little Tommy's problem perfectly, and it was something only she could help with.
She suppressed a smile, saying, "Okay, honey. But let's go into the girls' bathroom. Now be a brave boy and don't get embarrassed, alright? It's okay to go inside if Mommy's with you."
Hand-in-hand, she led him into the ladies' room, smiling apologetically at the women inside. "He has a bug, the poor little guy." And they nodded with understanding.
The pair journeyed down a long, shimmering white corridor of cubicles. The air was thick with disinfectant, and Tommy wrinkled his nose. They stopped at the furthest stall, locking the door behind them as Tommy began pulling down his shorts.
"Here, let Mommy do that." She knelt down and took hold of his pants. "One, two," she counted as she teasingly held the edges of his shorts. "Three!" As soon as they were down at his ankles, the problem became very clear. Indeed, it was staring her right in the face. Mommy's heart jumped.
"Oh my, what do we have here?" she teased. "What could this be?" She looked at her boy's big, brown eyes and hooked a finger into the elastic of his briefs. She pulled down slowly. And then, pop!
It was free.
She beamed. Longer than her middle finger and twice as thick, Tommy's thing stuck out at a 45-degree angle from his flat belly. His little hairless balls were tight with arousal. The head of his penis glowed pink with hot blood under the flesh.
"Well, hello there!" Mommy gasped. "To what do I owe the pleasure of this visit, Mister Dick?"
Tommy's face went red, but his penis twitched and bounced excitedly. She adored the way it looked; about four inches long and as thick as a little glue-stick. That wasn't big, but as far as Mommy was concerned it was the sweetest, most perfect cock in the world. Her treasure.
She motioned for Tommy to rest his butt on the seat. Her son was simply adorable with his blushing face and his pants down around his ankles.
"What caused this, I wonder?" she tapped her chin. "Were you thinking of something naughty?" She recalled when Tommy had abandoned the popcorn and began paying super close attention to the movie. A little more pride fluttered in her heart, with a hint of envy. Another woman had grabbed her son's attention.
"Did Catwoman make Mister Dick pop up like this?"
He looked at her shyly, and nodded. "Yeah..." and her heart went out to him. She didn't want him to be ashamed; in fact, the thought that her little man could have such a reaction made her proud. His arousal was wonderful and delectable and she had to milk it for all it was worth.
Mommy didn't have the candle-stick figure of Anne Hathaway, but that didn't stop her from stealing her part in the movie. She slipped off her jacket, revealing a figure-hugging black top with the low neckline. She fiddled with her bra, lifting some of her generous bust. Her voice took on a smoky, mischievous quality. "Oh, what has the cat found in her lair tonight? A perfect little kid, maybe someone who's friends with Batman?" She ran her long nails up and down Tommy's thighs, purring.
Gone was the shame on his face: it was now replaced by curiosity and anticipation. She threw him a feline, seductive gaze. She was getting to him; she felt the rise of gooseflesh against the palms of her hands. She leaned forward, giving him an eyeful of her heaving bust, and mewed in his ear. "Catwoman is in the mood for some milk. Maybe she'll let this little boy go if he's brought some with him..."
He got it. Gasping, he gripped the base of his dick and jiggled it around. "Here, Catwoman! There's milk in here!"
It was simply too cute. Watching him wiggle his stiff little penis around like that, it took all of Mommy's willpower not to pull him into a close-bosomed cuddle. 'Catwoman' instead nodded with satisfaction. "Well, the only way you're getting out of here is if you give it all to me!"
Mommy grabbed hold of his cock and began pumping it. He watched her curiously performing an act that was still very new and exciting to him. His breath picked up pace as the tugging became more and more pleasurable. Mommy locked eyes with him, telling him without words how she loved giving him pleasure like this. Her fingers soon began getting sticky with pre-cum, and she lifted her hand to her mouth and licked it off.
"Mmm... this is nice, but you'll have to give me more than that, boy."
Grinning cheekily, Tommy jutted his little hips forward, pointing his dick towards her mouth. "You'll have to suck it out, Catwoman!"
Mommy's heart swelled with endearment. Tying her hair back in a tail, she bent down to wrap her wet lips around his cock. She bobbed up and down, making little Tommy's dick slick and creating lovely slurping noises. She both heard and felt his breath racing, and she smiled as little whimpers of pleasure escaped from his lips. She turned her eyes up and gave him a wink without breaking her rhythm. One hand continued to rub his bare leg while the other held onto the base of his shaft. Her tongue poked and prodded his frenulum. Saliva and pre-cum dribbled out the corner of her mouth and pooled onto his belly.
"Mmm you taste sweet, kid," she mewed. "But I still can't taste any milk. Were you lying about having some for me?" She tried not to giggle at the vigorous shaking of his head.
"No!" he pressed. "Keep going Catwoman, you'll get it soon!"
'Catwoman' chuckled evilly. Her hand moved down from his shaft and onto his balls. "I want lots of it," she reminded him, "So I'll make sure these are working right." And with the gentleness of a mother, she cupped his balls in one hand and massaged them. The way his body stiffened at this particular touch brought her great satisfaction. He's completely mine.
There was a sudden tugging in her hair, and she realized it was Tommy's fingers running through them.
Such a sweet boy.
She could tell from the way he whimpered that he was getting close. His little hips moved back and forth on the seat, humping her face in rhythm with her sucking. Like a cute, little sex-machine.
"Mom... I mean Catwoman!" he moaned, "Don't stop, the milk's about to come!"
"Well, little man, what are you waiting for? Give this cat what she needs!"
Always the obedient child, Tommy let out a moan, thrust deep into her mouth and came at last. She felt the blast spunk shoot into her mouth and fill her cheeks. 'Catwoman' purred with delight as the hot, sticky milk swirled around inside her mouth.
Her exhausted boy fell back onto the seat, panting. Mommy swallowed all of his cum and moaned. "Mmm, that was some yummy milk." She leaned forward and kissed the tip of his bright red cock head. "Catwoman thanks you, little soldier."
True to her namesake, she proceeded to give Mister Dick a thorough cleaning with her tongue, licking up every last spot. "You're free to leave now, my little friend."
After they exited the restroom, Tommy surprised his mom by wrapped his arms around her leg and kissing her hip. He looked up at her with those eyes, which always made her heart flutter. "Love you, Mommy."
She was speechless. A lump rose in her throat. Kneeling down, she drew her boy into a loving cuddle that pressed him against her breasts, and whispered: "I love you, too." And in that sultry, feline voice she added, "And I'll show him just how much tonight."
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