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Title: “Mama Kept Me Hard”

The bedroom was dimly lit, the air thick with the musky scent of arousal. I laid on the bed, my cock throbbing with need as I stared at the gorgeous woman before me. She was my wife, but right now, she was playing a different role – mama.

She sat at the edge of the bed, her legs crossed Primly, her petite feet bare and her toes wiggling tantalizingly. She was dressed in a sheer silk robe that hinted at the luscious curves beneath. Her long, dark hair was loose and flowing, framing her beautiful face.

“Mama’s going to take good care of you,” she purred, her voice soft and seductive. “Don’t you worry, baby boy.”

She reached out and brushed her fingers lightly over my chest, making me shiver with anticipation. Her touch was electric, sending sparks of desire racing through my body.

“Mama knows what you need,” she whispered, leaning in close. I could feel her breath on my skin, hot and teasing. “Mama’s going to make you feel sooo good.”

She began to slowly unbutton my shirt, her fingers grazing my skin with each button she undid. I watched, transfixed, as she revealed more and more of my chest. When she reached the last button, she pushed the shirt off to the side, leaving me bare from the waist up.

“Mmm, such a strong, virile young man,” she breathed, her eyes roaming appreciatively over my bare flesh. “Mama loves seeing you like this.”

And then her hand was on my cock, rubbing and stroking through the fabric of my pants. I groaned at the sensation, my hips bucking up helplessly into her touch. She tutted softly, the sound sending a thrill down my spine.

“Now, now, baby boy. We’ll get to that soon enough,” she chided gently. “First, Mama needs to unwind a little.”

I watched, enthralled, as she brought her foot up and began to rub it against my chest, my throat, my jaw. Her skin was soft and smooth, gliding easily over my sensitive flesh.

“Mama’s feet are tired,” she sighed, a hint of a whine in her voice. “Rub them for Mama, baby boy. Make Mama feel better.”

I reached out, taking her foot in my hands. I began to massage her sole, working my thumbs into the arch. She cooed in pleasure, her eyes fluttering closed. I continued to rub and stroke her foot, marveling at the softness of her skin, the graceful arch of her instep.

“Oh yes, that’s it,” she breathed. “Good boy. You’re making Mama feel so good.”

I kept massaging her foot, my cock throbbing with need against her other foot, which she had insinuated between my legs, pressing against my balls in maddening strokes. I groaned, my hips jerking in time with her movements.

“Mama’s going to kiss it better,” she purred, and with that, she leaned down and began to run her tongue along the length of my shaft, starting from the base and working her way up to the tip.

I cried out at the sensation, my hands fisting in the sheets. Her tongue was hot and wet, swirling around the head of my cock before moving back down again. She did this several times, each pass of her tongue driving me closer to the edge.

“Mama’s going to make you cum,” she said, her breath hot against my skin. “Mama’s going to milk you dry.”

She began to stroke me in earnest now, her hand moving up and down my shaft in a tight, twisting motion. I bucked into her touch, desperate for more friction, more pressure. She obliged, pumping me harder, faster, her other hand cupping and rolling my balls.

I felt the pressure building at the base of my spine, my balls drawing up tight to my body. I was close, so close, and I knew it wouldn’t be long before I exploded.

“Cum for Mama, baby boy,” she urged, her voice low and needy. “Give it all to Mama. Make Mama happy.”

With a shout, I came, my cock pulsing and throbbing as I spilled myself into her waiting mouth. She took it all, swallowing every drop, her hand milking me until I had nothing left to give.

“Good boy,” she whispered, her voice muffled around my Cock. “Mama’s so proud of you.”

And then she was gone, rising from the bed and disappearing into the bathroom, leaving me lying there, spent and sated, my mind reeling with the intensity of it all.

I knew this was what I had wanted. This was what I had craved. The forbidden fruits, the dark desires, the naughty games. And my wife – my mama – had delivered in spades.

But even as I basked in the afterglow, I knew that this was only the beginning. There were more games to play, more fantasies to fulfill. And I knew, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that my mama would be up for the challenge.

After all, she had promised to make me feel good. And she always kept her promises.