Mommy's Little Man
Chapter 2: Bathtime with Mommy
Scree!-scree!-scree!-scree!-scree!
Tendrils of black smoke wafted out as Mommy pulled opened the oven door. Nearby, Tommy threw open all the windows and doors, trying to let the offending smoke out. Mommy ripped the tray out of the oven and threw it onto the cork board in disgust. Soon, the incessant screeching of the smoke detector died. Mommy coughed and waved the remaining smoke away from her face, her ample bust jiggling under a red and white striped apron as she did so. Tommy rubbed his red, stinging eyes. It was a failure of spectacular proportions, but at least they were safe.
The same couldn't be said for the cookies.
Mommy bent over the tray of black, smoking turds and cursed.
Oh mom, you gave me your bust but none of your kitchen skills...
Shaking her head, Mommy grabbed the spatula and began prying the black lumps off of the tray. Her son stood in the middle of the kitchen with a smattering of flour and cookie dough surrounding his expectant eyes.
Well? they asked.
Mommy sighed and straightened up, groaning as her back stretched against the weight of her heavy breasts.
"No good, baby. Looks like we'll have to buy the cookies again this year."
A grin broke out underneath that caked mess. To Tommy, cookies were cookies. It didn't matter where they came from, as long as they tasted good and people bought them.
Mommy, on the other hand, wished she could do this one thing for her son. Every mom in his class could whip up a batch of something for the school bake sale.
As a good mom she ought to be able to do the same. Andy Lin's mom could bake the most outstanding cupcakes in school; Tina's could whip up gourmet mini pizzas like it was nobody's business; even Randy's deadbeat dad could cook up half-decent brownies (though they were't allowed on school grounds).
But not Tommy's mom. Nature had blessed Mommy with several talents, but baking simply wasn't one of them.
She snatched her keys from beside the phone and grabbed her handbag. "Come on, Tommy. Let's pick some up before the store closes." But as she headed to the front door, she bypassed her reflection in the mirror. Her hair was a mattered, floury mess, there was cookie dough all over her apron (with some lumps sticking between her cleavage) and crusty, wet flour covered her face. Her skin was speckled in brown cookie dough and dark chocolate pieces. Tommy, stepping up beside her, fared no better.
Mother and son looked like a pair of walking kitchen disasters.
Mommy's hand loosened and the handbag dropped to the floor. Laughter burst from her and she shook her floury head again. All her frustrations and feelings of inadequacy melted with that laughter until she didn't feel quite so hopeless anymore.
Tommy looked up at her, puzzled. "What's so funny, Mommy?"
In response, his mother wrapped one arm around his shoulder and drew him into a tight hug, holding him close in front of the mirror. She smushed his little face into her waist and ruffled his powdery hair.
"What are pair we make," she said, and Tommy gave a muffled response. She pulled him away and observed him at arms-length. "Yep," she conceded. "There's no way anyone's going to see us like this in public. Come on, I'll start running a bath."
Tommy wouldn't argue with that. He would take bath time over cookies any day of the week.
Mommy stuffed the plug into the hole and let hot water fill the shining porcelain tub. Behind her, Tommy was struggling out of his messy t-shirt. Mommy smiled, took the bottom of his shirt in both hands and pulled it over his head, letting it drop to the floor in a floury burst. Kneeling down, she hooked her fingers beneath the elastic of his pants and underwear and tugged them down in one go.
She was a little dismayed to see that her boy was soft.
But she was his mother, and she adored her son's penis whether it was hard or soft. Indeed, she'd spent many a night sitting by his bed, gently playing with his soft cock while he dreamed of sword fights and space travels.
She twirled her slender fingers around his cock, pulling here and there to get a look from all angles. She loved the way his little organ poked out from his flat lower tummy. She ran a finger delicately across the faint, horizontal wrinkles of his scrotum and chuckled as even that light touch made his little cock stir and his balls grow taut.
"Looks like Mr. Dick didn't get any mess on him," she said, kissing her boy's shaft with her full, adult lips. "So I guess Mommy won't need to clean him."
The look Tommy threw her almost made her burst out laughing. It was like she had just told him Christmas was cancelled. She kissed him on the hip bone and said, "Don't worry, sweetie; he'll still get plenty of attention." Grown men would have busted a nut at her seductive smirk.
"Do you want to see where Mommy got mess on her?"
Tommy nodded. "Uh-huh! Let me see!" He slipped behind her and pulled apart the strings of her apron. The dirty thing fell in a heap on the tiled floor, exposing Mommy's thin and low-cut top. Tommy danced around to her front and grabbed hold of her shirt bottom. "Lift your arms, Mommy!"
She obeyed with a giggle and he pulled her top right over her head, stretching up high on his toes before it was completely off her.
He was met with the sudden view of his mother's enormous breasts squished under a tight black bra. She reached behind her back to unbuckle the strap.
"No, let me do it!" Tommy protested before racing back behind her, grabbing hold of her bra strap.
He tugged, prodded and pulled, but had no luck. The black wire was beginning to dig deep into her, making Mommy wince.
"No darling, you have to undo the hooks. Here, let me show you-"
But Tommy grabbed hold of her hand before she could. "No! I'll do it for you."
The little angel tried as hard as he could, his fingers fighting the hooks and elastic to no avail. Two popped undone, but there were another two still unaccounted for. Gently, Mommy reached behind again and laid a hand on his. "Mommy's boobs are getting sore, darling. Please, allow me." and with one nimble flick, the two elastic pieces flew apart, exposing her bare back. "Now come back and help Mommy take the rest off."
Ever the obedient child, Tommy came back around to her front and grabbed hold of her warm bra. With her help, he drew it out from around her arms.
Tommy stared at those maternal breasts like a moth seized by fire. He had seen them plenty of times before but it seemed, to Mommy's delight, that they never ceased to amaze him. She squished them together in front of his face, massaging them and teasing the nipples until they stiffened. A few drops of warm milk dribbled out.
"Ah, that feels so much better. Thank you, sweetheart," and she kissed him on his nose.
"Mommy, you're not done yet!" Tommy protested. And he wasn't wrong. She stood back up and invited him to get her completely naked. "Come get Mommy's pants off," she said with a giggle. And do it quick! His naked young body, the body she had loved and adored for years, was enough to get profusely hot and wet, and she wanted nothing more than to be naked with him. He was, after all, her special little man.
Her son grabbed hold of her leggings and pulled down. The tight material clung to her legs, and she enjoyed watching him struggle to get them off. Once she was down to her panties, Mommy could barely contain herself. His little hands touched her bare hips as he grabbed hold of her panties. The moment he slipped her wet panties down to expose her completely was a moment of pure delight.
Mommy steeled herself. She stood with her hands behind her back, turning her ample figure from side to side, letting her boy get a long, hard look. If Tommy was fixated by her tits before, he was positively mesmerized by the rest of her naked form.
"Do you like the way Mommy looks?"
No response - he just kept staring.
She laughed, "I'll take that as a yes."
Suddenly, Mommy realized where she was. She trotted barefoot (well, bare everything) to the tub and turned the taps off before the water got too high. She bent over the lip of the bath and trailed a finger in the steaming water. "Mmm, nice and hot," she purred.
Leading by example, she lowered herself into the steaming water, gasping as the scalding hot water lapped against her feet, calves, and then thighs. Slowly, she lowered herself flat against the bottom of the tub until her entire self was submerged. The hot water stung her face, but it felt rejuvenating. Her hands ran along her thick, long mass of dark hair, relieving it of floury and dough. When she emerged, she found her smiling son gazing at her from the edge of the bath. What a sight it must have been for him: her wet, shining body lying in the steaming water; her round breasts floating on the surface and her wet hair slicked back. At last, his penis was standing firm and straight, forty-five degrees from his belly.
"What are you waiting for, baby?" She reached out a dripping hand and took his. "Come and get dirty- I mean clean with Mommy."
Tommy needed no more encouragement. He practically tumbled into the tub, splashing his mother in the face as he did so.
"Hey!" she sputtered. Pulling him by his underarm, she laid his little naked body atop hers and grabbed his butt in a dominating fashion. "Don't splash Mommy in the face, okay?"
But before she could say another word, instinct took over her son and he began humping his stiff little cock against her tummy and pressing his face against her breasts. His firm little butt dipped in and out of the water with every thrust, causing his mother's heart to pound in her chest.
Love flittered across Mommy's face as she watched her little boy grind happily against her. "Oh sweetheart, you're like a horny little puppy, aren't you? It feels good, humping Mommy like this, doesn't it?"
Tommy nodded, and his mother beamed with adoration and ran her wet hand through his messy hair. She could feel his rock-hard pecker poking against her belly button - not too far from where things would get a lot more interesting.
Mommy's pussy twitched with arousal. His penis was so close, it wouldn't take much at all for him to just slip inside...
"Um, baby?" she began. "Do you want to-?"
But her boy had a different plan. Sliding up the tub, his butt dragging against her belly, Tommy positioned himself right beneath her wet rack and poked his dick between her large breasts.
Mommy didn't want the disappointment to show on her face, so instead she let her mouth drop open and her eyes widen in mock surprise. "Why, you cheeky monkey! What are you doing to mommy's boobs?"
He grinned down, his smile made even more adorable by the eye tooth missing in his mouth. "I'm gonna cover them in my milk!"
Hearing her boy so tactlessly declare what he would do to her sent a shiver of arousal through her body. His naivety and utter lack of shame made him infinitely lovable, and she suddenly wanted nothing more than for her little guy to wear himself out titty-fucking her. Yes, her body yearned for more, but that could come later. What her little boy wanted was this, and she wanted Tommy to take her however he wanted.
"Mommy, you've got to do that thing with your boobs."
But then again, the idea of teasing him had its own merits. "What do nice boys say?"
"Please."
"What do really nice boys say?"
"Pretty please!"
"What do boys who eat all their vegetables and always kiss their mother goodnight say?"
"Pretty please with a cherry on top, Mommy! Please, please do that thing with your boobs!"
That was it. She wouldn't dangle the proverbial carrot away from him any longer. His little penis was completely engulfed by her breasts as she squished them around it. A little bit of milk ran down from her nipples, but her boy paid no mind. He was far too intent on the job at hand - titty-fucking the hell out of his mother.
Mommy had to ease herself into a better position or else the back of her head would meet the tiled wall. Tommy's penis was dwarfed by her huge breasts, such that it disappeared completely every time he pushed it between them. Nonetheless, she still felt that beautiful, stiff little organ plunging inside, sucking bath water in and out from between her breasts as he did so. Sometimes in his youthful vigor, his dick would pop out from between them completely and Mommy would catch a glimpse at how red and engorged the tip was. Blood was positively rushing through his boy-cock, and she wouldn't be surprised if he complained of soreness after he was done.
A part of her wanted to tell him to slow down, so that he didn't hurt himself. But another, stronger part insisted that he be allowed to express as much young, animalistic energy as he could.
The tub groaned as their bodies rubbed against its porcelain surface. Water was soon splashing over the edge of the bath and onto the tiled floor. Mommy looked up and smiled at the intense expression on her boy's blushing face - he had no intention of being gentle; he wanted to get off as fast and hard as possible.
And that only made her want to get off too.
"Wait a sec, baby." She grabbed his hands and pressed them firmly against the sides of her breasts. He could keep fucking her tits, but she needed her hands free. "Do this and keep going, ok?"
Like a little machine, the interruption did nothing to break his momentum. Instinct had taken over, such that the comparison to a horny puppy wasn't that far off after all.
Meanwhile, Mommy slid her hands under the water's surface. The water around her was cooling, but the same couldn't be said of her pussy. She slipped two fingers inside and began thrusting in and out to the same rhythm as her boy, while the fingers on her other hand circled the magic spot at the top.
The deep blush on her son's face and the fervor in which he continued plunging in and out of her cleavage revealed that he didn't have much longer to go. The look in her eyes communicated that he could let go as soon as he liked; she wanted nothing to hold him back.
And nothing did. He let out an adorable, strained little groan as he gave one final push between her tits and Mommy felt a familiar warmness shoot between them. He stayed there, plunged deep in her tits for a good thirty seconds, until finally a thick glob of youthful semen trickled out from the top of her cleavage. The poor boy was panting like a dog back from the park. His face glowed and she could see gooseflesh prickling all over his arms. Mommy continued touching herself while she watched her boy come down from his orgasm. Lifting one hand from under the water, she caressed his bright red face.
"Such a silly little puppy," she cooed. "I bet that felt good."
He flashed her an award-winning, toothy grin and nodded. Letting her boobs go revealed the sticky aftermath of his fun. Thick strings of cum webbed between each breast, and a thick trail was making its way around her clavicle and towards her shoulder.
Tommy scooped up a glob and without a moment's hesitation, popped his fingers in Mommy's mouth.
"Mm-mm!" she mumbled and gave his now shrinking cock a playful slap. "I didn't say I wanted any, kiddo!" And then she scooped some with her own free hand and dripped it into her mouth. "But I guess you know me too well."
And so Tommy continued to scoop and dribble his semen into his mother's mouth, while her own fingers danced expertly under the water between her legs.
By the time she reached her own climax, the bath water was cold and her son was deeply asleep, his little cheek resting between her sticky breasts. Her orgasm was quiet, but she held on to her son tightly, using his warm body to fuel her pleasure.
Time passed as Mommy herself came down from a mountain of pleasure, and the bath water grew colder still. She roused her sleeping son with a kiss and a rub of his firm butt.
"Wakey wakey, sleepyhead. It's time we got out."
Her boy groaned.
"And you know what? We didn't get clean after all. Look! There's still cookie dough in your hair." She ran her fingers through his messy locks. "Come on, let's get into the shower and Mommy will scrub you all over." She gave his now soft penis a gentle tug to make her meaning very clear.
And just like a puppy, Mommy's son instantly perked up with enthusiasm, ready for their next game.
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