ryu-toranami: stevebasiclovestheworld: overflow. “Come to Mommy~”Did she say that alou
ryu-toranami: stevebasiclovestheworld: overflow. “Come to Mommy~” Did she say that aloud or was it echoeing in my pheromones-disoriented head? Mesmerized at how she is cradling and hefting that massing wonderizing bosom before my flustered face, swinging it side to side in that gentle hypnotic way, I can’t tell. I try but can’t look away, leave alone run away, my eyes helplessly captivated by that slow rocking movement while a sweet, milk-scented mist is filling the air with treacherous lustful promises, making it thicker, warmer and erotically relaxing. I feel like my will to resist is being absorbed into their wobbling roundness with each passing second. And she knows, her sultry bedroom eyes never leaving me, savoring my imminent surrender. “Yesss… Come to Mommy~♡” She insists with that honey-dripping voice of hers, adding a subtle bounce of her enormous breasts to reinforce the alluring, compelling power of her soft-spoken command. And it works. Oh if it works, making me blush like the shy little boy that she wants me to be. Indifferent to what my rational mind may think on the matter, my feet start moving on their own, leading me one staggering step after another towards the maternal temptress. The growing bulge in my pants agrees with my feet, telling my rational mind to shut up as I take another step closer. Am I, one of the resident leaders of the Male Resistance, going to fail my people without a fight? Falling this miserably under the soothingly seductive charms of this voluptuous emissary from the rising NMO (New Maternal Order)??? I should fight her. I should fight my own lust. I should at least feel shame and despair because I can’t. But she looks so happy with my compliance, opening her arms for me with a heart-warming smile, making a part of me crave to obey and be in her arms. Sorry and ready to apologize for even trying to escape. What the… There was something important… something about resisting and people counting on me, but it’s hard and umcomfortable to remember now, while giving into her motherly love feels so easy and comfortable, and right. Whatever my committment was, it can’t be as much important as her happiness, I decide as I tumble right into her awaiting arms. “That’s a good boy~♡” She purrs in pleasure, gathering me up into a bosomy embrace. My mind melts into heavenly bliss as my feet leave the ground, my head pillowed inbetween impossibly large and soft breasts as they welcome my face into the smothering comforts of her cleavage. Surrounding me with love, warmness, happiness. And… unghh… s-sleepiness?? No I must resist… I should… mmm… so warm… cozy…. and soft……. Zzzz….x///x “Goodnight cutie~♡ Fufufu~♪” With a soft *smooch* and a big lipstick mark teasingly imprinted on my slumbering forehead, my new life begins. -- source link