Let Mommy Feed You

“Let Mommy Feed You” – A Fetish Tale of Carnal Cravings

The sun had just begun to set, painting the sky in hues of orange and pink, as the young man, let’s call him Mark, arrived home from a long day at work. His body was weary, his hunger pangs screaming for sustenance. As he opened the door, a tantalizing aroma wafted through the air, beckoning him inside.

In the kitchen, his mother, a voluptuous woman with curves in all the right places, was busy cooking. Her ample bosom, straining against the confines of her apron, bounced enticingly with each movement. Mark’s gaze was drawn like a moth to a flame, his eyes feasting upon her supple flesh.

“Mommy’s little boy is home!” his mother trilled, turning to face him with a knowing smile. “I’ve made your favorite dinner. Come, sit down and let Mommy feed you.”

Mark’s legs moved of their own accord, carrying him to the table where a steaming plate of food awaited. He sat, his appetite for more than just the meal growing with each passing second. His mother placed the plate before him, her fingers grazing his hand, sending electric shocks up his arm.

“Eat up, darling,” she cooed, her voice dripping with innuendo. “Mommy wants to make sure her big, strong boy is well-fed.”

Mark’s eyes flicked from the food to his mother, taking in her ripe form. The apron did little to conceal her figure, the fabric hugging her every curve. He could see the swell of her breasts, the dip of her waist, the roundness of her rear. His mouth watered, but not for the food.

“Mmm, Mommy’s special sauce,” his mother purred, leaning over to cut his meat. Her cleavage was on full display, the soft mounds of her breasts threatening to spill out. “I put a little extra love in it, just for you.”

Mark’s cock stirred in his pants, hardening at the sight and scent of his mother. He ached to reach out, to touch her, to taste her. But he held back, waiting to see how far she would take this teasing game.

As he ate, his mother hovered nearby, her presence as intoxicating as the tangy sauce. She leaned in close, whispering in his ear. “You like Mommy’s cooking, don’t you, baby?”

Mark nodded, a bead of sweat trickling down his temple. “Yes, Mommy. It’s delicious.”

“Mmm, I can see that,” she breathed, her hand coming to rest on his thigh, her fingers creeping dangerously close to his groin. “It’s making you all hot and bothered, isn’t it?”

Mark’s breathing grew erratic, his heart pounding in his chest. “Mommy…”

“Shh, don’t say a word,” she hushed him, her hand sliding further up his thigh, her fingers brushing against his stiffening cock. “Just let Mommy take care of you.”

She sank to her knees before him, her hands deftly unbuckling his belt and unzipping his fly. His cock sprang forth, hard and throbbing, already leaking precum. His mother licked her lips, her eyes glinting with hunger.

“Such a big, beautiful cock,” she murmured, her hand wrapping around his shaft, stroking it slowly. “Mommy’s been craving this for so long.”

Mark groaned, his hips bucking upwards into her touch. “Mommy, I… I shouldn’t…”

“Shh, baby, it’s okay,” she cooed, leaning forward and licking a slow stripe up his length, from base to tip. “Mommy needs this. Mommy needs you.”

And with that, she took him into her mouth, her wet heat engulfing him. Mark threw his head back, a strangled moan escaping his lips. His mother bobbed her head, taking him deep, her hand pumping what she couldn’t fit into her mouth.

His hips rocked, fucking her face, lost in the pleasure she was giving him. His mother’s hands came up to cup his balls, massaging them gently as she sucked. Mark could feel his orgasm building, his balls tightening, his cock throbbing.

“Mommy, I’m going to… I’m going to…” he panted, warning her of his impending climax.

His mother didn’t pull away. Instead, she doubled her efforts, sucking harder, faster, her hand flying along his shaft. And with a roar, Mark came, spilling his hot seed down his mother’s throat.

She swallowed every drop, licking him clean before releasing him from her mouth. Rising to her feet, she leaned down and kissed him, letting him taste himself on her lips.

“Good boy,” she whispered. “Mommy is so proud of you.”

Mark, dazed and sated, could only nod, his mind reeling from what had just happened. His mother smiled, patting his cheek before turning and sauntering away, her hips swaying seductively.

“Clean up when you’re done, darling,” she called over her shoulder. “Unless you want Mommy to come back and give you another taste of her special sauce.”

With that, she was gone, leaving Mark to ponder the taboo, naughty cravings that had just been satisfied. The cravings for more.