Mommy’s Soft Seat [Cunnilingus] [Facesitting] [Mommy] [Good Boy]

I kneel where Mommy told me to, hands resting open on my thighs. She steps in close and cups the side of my face with one warm palm, thumb brushing once across my cheek before she guides my head back just a little.

“Look at me,” she says softly.

I do. Her eyes are calm and sure. She lowers herself slowly, carefully, until the soft heat of her settles over my mouth. The weight is gentle at first, then fuller as she finds the place that feels right. Her folds rest against my tongue, already slick, and the scent of her fills every breath I take.

“Open for Mommy.”

I open. My tongue meets her at once, soft and ready. She rocks once, testing, then settles more fully so I am completely beneath her. One hand stays in my hair, stroking in slow passes while the other rests lightly on my shoulder.

“That’s it. Slow. Just like that.”

I lick her the way she likes when she wants to stay soft. Long, careful strokes from the base of her up to her clit, then softer circles that never rush. She hums above me, a quiet sound of approval, and shifts her weight so more of her presses into my mouth. My nose is buried. My chin is already wet. I keep my tongue relaxed and devoted, letting her use the flat of it however she needs.

“Good boy,” she murmurs. “Mommy’s good boy. You’re being so gentle for me.”

The words sink straight into my chest. I press a little firmer, sealing my lips around her clit and sucking in short, careful pulls the way she taught me. Her thighs tighten just enough to hold me in place. She rocks in small, rolling movements, never hard, never rushed, just steady and claiming. Every time my tongue does something she likes she strokes my hair and tells me again.

“Just like that. Keep going. You’re making Mommy feel so good.”

My cock is hard and ignored against my thigh, a thin bead of precum cooling on the skin. I do not move my hands. Mommy has not told me I may. I stay exactly where she put me, mouth open and working, jaw starting to ache in the best way while she takes her time.

She leans forward a little, opening herself more fully to me, and the wet sounds grow softer and deeper. Saliva and her slick run down my chin and drip onto my chest. She watches it happen with quiet satisfaction.

“Look at the mess you’re making for me,” she says, voice still gentle. “Such a good boy. Mommy’s good boy.”

I keep licking. I keep sucking. I keep giving her everything she asks for with my mouth until her breathing changes and her thighs begin to tremble around my head. When she comes it is quiet and deep. She stays seated through every pulse, holding my face against her, letting me feel all of it while she strokes my hair and whispers that I did so well.

Only when the last tremor fades does she rise. A thin string of her and my saliva stretches between us and breaks. She looks down at my wet face, my open mouth, the mess on my chin, and smiles the soft, certain smile that means I am still hers.

“Lie back for Mommy.”

I lower myself to the floor. The cool surface presses against my shoulders. Mommy steps over me again, one foot on either side of my head, and settles her weight onto my mouth once more. This time she is even slower, taking her time until every soft fold rests exactly where she wants it.

“Open again. Nice and soft.”

I open. My tongue finds her at once, already slick from before. She rocks in the smallest movements, guiding me with the gentle press of her hand in my hair. I lick her the same way she likes when she wants it quiet and deep. Long strokes, then softer circles around her clit, never rushing. She hums above me, a low sound of approval that makes my chest tighten.

“That’s Mommy’s good boy. Just like that. Keep your tongue relaxed for me.”

I do. Saliva and her slick mix and run down the sides of my face. My jaw aches in the best way. My cock lies hard against my stomach, a thin line of precum already cooling on my skin. I do not touch it. Mommy has not said I may.

She leans forward a little, opening herself more fully to my mouth, and the wet sounds grow softer. Her free hand reaches back and wraps around my cock, warm and sure. She strokes me in the same slow rhythm as my tongue, never tight, never fast, just steady and claiming.

“Feel how hard you are for Mommy,” she says quietly. “You stay soft under me and hard in my hand. Good boy.”

I keep licking. Every time my tongue does something she likes she rewards me with a slightly firmer stroke. When she starts to tremble again she does not lift off. She stays seated, pulsing against my mouth while her hand keeps moving on my cock. The dual sensation is almost too much. My hips want to lift but I force them still. Mommy notices and smiles.

“Stay. Mommy decides when you get to finish.”

She edges me like that for a long minute, slowing her hand whenever I get too close, then starting again once I settle. All the while I keep my mouth open and devoted, tasting every pulse of her second orgasm as it rolls through her. Only when she is ready does she tighten her grip just enough and stroke me the final way she knows works.

“Come for Mommy. Right now. Be good.”

I do. The release hits hard and quiet. Cum spills over her fingers and onto my stomach while I keep my tongue working beneath her, still soft, still giving. She stays seated through all of it, stroking me through every pulse until I am spent and shaking under her.

When she finally rises, a thin string of her and my saliva stretches and breaks. She looks down at the mess on my face and the mess on my stomach and smiles the soft, certain smile that means I am still exactly where she wants me.

“Clean Mommy’s fingers,” she says gently.

I lift my head and take her hand into my mouth, licking every trace of my own cum from her skin while she watches. When I am finished she strokes my hair once more.