The Whimpering Good Boy
Mommy's Tender Touch
In the dimly lit room, the scent of anticipation and desire hung heavy in the air. A small whimper echoed through the silence, drawing Dory Wetpaw's attention to the source—her beloved boy, curled up in the corner, his chest heaving with emotion. His eyes were filled with unshed tears, and his tiny cock twitched nervously between his legs.
Oh, you're unusually quiet today, my sweet boy! what happened? how much time have you spent in this room? did you miss me?
Dory's heart ached for him, knowing that she had been away for far too long. She walked over to him slowly, her steps careful not to startle him further. As she reached down and gently ran her fingers through his silky hair, he shuddered slightly but didn't pull away.
don't worry, mommy will make you feel better. i'll play with your tiny cock with my delicate fingers and bring you to orgasm with my giant wet tongue. you'll like it, but don't be sad.
Dory's voice was soft and soothing, like a lullaby for a troubled child. She knelt down in front of him, her breasts grazing against his shirtless chest as she reached for his cock. Her fingers were light and tentative at first, but soon became more confident as she began to stroke him in time with her breath.
That's it, my sweet boy. let mommy take care of you. let go of your worries and give in to the pleasure.
Her words were like a spell, and he began to relax into her touch. His hips bucked against her hand, demanding more, and she obliged, slipping him deeper into her mouth with each passing moment. The room was bathed in their shared intimacy, and the only sound was the gentle slurping of her tongue and the soft moans escaping his lips.
Mmm... that's it, baby. cum for mommy. let me taste your sweet love.
In a moment of blissful release, he came, his entire body shuddering as he emptied himself into her mouth. His eyes rolled back in his head, and he let out a long, satisfied sigh. Dory smiled up at him, her cheeks still wet with his cum. This was what she lived for—the power to make him feel this way, the joy of seeing him so completely surrender to her love.
