Made Him Suck on Mommy's Tits

Chapter 77

I approached slow, feeling his hot breath, that minty toothpaste smell mixed with nerves. I pressed my lips to his real light, just a touch. Fuck, his mouth was soft, warm, goddamn delicious. I felt a shiver run down my spine and my pussy get soaked right then.

I stayed there, just brushing, grazing lightly, nibbling his lower lip gently. He barely moved, let me run the whole show, only opened up a little when my mouth asked for it. I love that shit, love when someone just gives in and lets me devour them. I'd already pictured doing exactly this with Mariana, her all quiet, letting me guide her tongue.

Then I decided to take it further: opened my mouth slow and slid my tongue out, just the tip, licking his lip lightly. He opened his mouth right away, desperate, and shoved his whole tongue in like a goddamn bulldozer, clacking teeth, drooling everywhere, tongue stiff like a rubber dick.

"Stop, stop, stop!" I pulled back quick, laughing and wiping the drool off my chin. "Easy, kid, it's not war! It's a kiss, not a terrorist attack!"

"What did I do wrong?" he asked, totally lost, face like he'd just gotten slapped.

"Follow my lead. Do exactly what I do, okay?" I said, already in full naughty teacher mode.

"And the hand, Jully, where do I put it?"

I almost blurted out "on my pussy" and cracked up. Held it back just in time.

"Uh... you can put it on the shoulder, or hold her waist like this."

I grabbed his hands, big and warm, and guided them: one on my shoulder, the other at the curve of my waist, right above the little shorts. Just feeling those hands there, I already imagined them squeezing my tits, two fingers shoved in my slit, and I shivered all over.

"Come on, let's try again."

I leaned in again, this time taking charge:

"Stay still. Let me do everything."

He obeyed like a champ. Short breaths, eyes closed.

I started slow: lips on lips, just brushing, then opening a bit, sucking his lower one gently. My tongue came out just the tip, licking the corner of his mouth, inviting. He got it: opened slow, tongue shy, like it was asking permission.

I slid in, real easy, dancing with his, pulling, releasing, sucking. It was like fucking with our mouths: every slow move, every suck, every little bite. Without realizing, I got closer, pulling him by the waist, pressing my body to his. My tits mashed against his skinny chest, nipples hard and rubbing the fabric.

Then it happened: my hips dropped on their own, my boiling pussy pressing right against his hard bulge. I felt his big dick throbbing under the shorts, hot, rock fucking hard. I moaned soft into his mouth and, half on purpose, started grinding slow, a subtle little roll, just enough to feel him pulse against my clit.

He was a perfect student: tongue looser now, matching my rhythm, exploring slow, figuring out he could suck my tongue, bite lightly, moan along. His hands gripped my waist tighter, pulling me in like he was scared I'd vanish.

I was crazy with lust, I swear. It was like an electric current shot from my belly up to my chest, leaving me dizzy, body on fire. It'd been ages since I'd felt a desire this raw, this wild. If I didn't stop right there, I'd lose it completely and do something huge. His shorts were already damp where I was grinding without meaning to, our hearts pounding in the same crazy beat. A few more seconds and I'd cum just from kissing and that little grind, riding him like the world was ending.

His hand slid down slow, shy, stopping at the curve of my waist, almost on my ass, like it was asking permission to squeeze. I felt his fingers tremble there and almost moaned out loud. I needed to get my shit together before it was too late.

I pulled my mouth away sudden, leaving him with lips parted and eyes closed, lost in the void, face all dopey and smitten.

"There!" I said, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand, pretending it was no big deal. "Now you know how to kiss for real. Call that girl to the movies and she'll love it."

I scooted back a bit, more to pull myself together than anything, and sneaked a quick glance at his waist. Holy shit, that bulge wasn't lying. He'd thrown his shirt over it to hide, but you could see the size of the erection stretching the shorts. It reminded me of Pedro right away: at the start he was all awkward too, then he got confident and turned into someone else.

The kid in front of me was still in that goofy phase, grinning like an idiot, thinking more might happen but too chicken to make the move. His hands hadn't gone past the seam of my shorts, even with me grinding nice on top of him, rubbing shameless.

I knew all it would take was a little sign from me and he'd turn into an animal. But I was loving this game way too much: him obedient, me in charge, deciding how far and when. My whole body was buzzing just thinking about what was still gonna go down with this virgin before his aunt got back from her trip.

"Let's crash?" I tossed out, faking a yawn, already rolling onto my side in bed like the chat was over. "Go to your room, go on."

He looked at me. This time he didn't look away. He stayed put, breathing deep, like he'd swallowed all his fear at once.

"Jully... I wanna kiss you more."

I froze. Glanced at him sideways, with that crooked little smile I know throws anyone off balance.

"You're pushing it, huh? Me here giving you private lessons and you trying to take advantage, you little perv?" I said low, all sly, but keeping my eyes on him.

"Just a little more..." he laughed nervous, but this time he didn't drop his gaze. "It was good, right?"

I bit my lip lightly, just to watch him swallow hard.

"Not sure if it's right..." I let my voice trail off, faking doubt, like I was the innocent one in the story. "Better stop before we regret it."

He leaned in a centimeter. Just one. But it was enough for me to feel his heat.

"Just a little more and I'll go to bed. Promise," his voice came out deeper than usual, almost manly. And then, almost a whisper, he dropped the magic line:

"I'll do whatever you want."

My whole body jolted. My pussy throbbed so hard I had to squeeze my thighs under the comforter.

"Whatever I want?" I repeated slow, savoring every word.

He nodded. No blinking.

I sat up slow in bed, pulling the comforter just to my waist, letting my tits show through the thin little top. I leaned forward, real slow, until my face was inches from his. The AC's cold air hit my skin, but I was burning up.

"Tommy..." I said so low he had to lean in to hear. "I'm gonna ask you one question. Just one. Think real hard before you open your mouth."

He swallowed hard. His eyes dipped to my cleavage and back to my face, desperate.

"Simple rule: no questions back. Whatever comes out of your mouth becomes law. Got it?"

He nodded, almost out of breath.

I pulled back just enough for him to see my whole body: legs crossed under the comforter, top clinging, hard nipples pointing at him like two bullets. I let a slow, dangerous smile creep across my face.

"Focus," I whispered, holding his gaze like I was trapping an animal in a cage. "If I offer you one thing... just one... what would you want?"

The room got so quiet I could hear his heart slamming in his chest... and mine answering at the same speed.

I was braced for something heavy: "I wanna fuck you," "I want you to suck me," "I wanna pound you"... but the kid fired it out like a shot, without even blinking:

"I wanna suck your tits!"

It was so direct, so boyish and desperate at the same time that I froze. He realized right away he'd said it too loud, deflated completely, ears red, eyes scanning my face for any sign of scolding or disgust. He looked like a kid who answered the teacher's question before everyone else and now was terrified of getting a zero.

I felt everything running through his head: tension, fear, horniness... all mixed up, just like what was throbbing inside me. Dominatrix and victim feeling the same shit. What a fucking irony.

I laughed soft, just to myself, slid off the bed slow, like time had turned to molasses.

"You wanna suck my tits, okay," I said calm, pointing at his chest. "Then take off that shirt."

He looked at me like he didn't get it, thinking I'd lost it or misunderstood. His little hand shook as he grabbed the hem of his tee, lifted it slow, pulled it over his head and tossed it on the floor. He sat there, skinny torso, ribs showing, staring at me like he was waiting for punishment.

I took a step forward, stopped between his legs, real close. My thin top clung to my body, rock-hard nipples pointing right at his face.

"Now stay real still," I whispered, grabbing the hem of my top with both hands. "And look right at me."