Page 8 of Their Little Foursome

“Yes, Ma’am.”

Her lips curled into a smile that never failed to make his heart stutter. When she was Nurse MacIntosh, she was all business, her expression stoic and her voice stern as she gaveinstructions that were only rarely ignored. And when they were, she was quick to teach the miscreant a lesson. Opening the doors of the huge armoire in the infirmary, she’d choose the implement she thought would convey her message best and then apply it to a very bare, very vulnerable Little’s bottom. It never took many of what she referred to as “attitude-adjustment swats” before reluctant Littles practically begged her to do whatever she desired, including voluntarily spreading their recently roasted bottom cheeks to accept the insertion of her thick, long, and very cold thermometer.

A drop of wetness appeared to darken the sheet as Blake’s body reacted to the delicious memory of his Mommy’s fingers slipping in and out of his bottom the night before. His Mommy’s smile was a knowing smirk as she looked from the tented linen and back to him

“And where do you want me to touch you?” she asked, sitting back on her heels and using a fingertip to touch the tip of his nose. “Here?”

Blake shook his head and smiled when she frowned and moved her finger to trace along the seam of his lips. “Here?”

Though he would indeed like her to kiss him, that wasn’t exactly what Blake had in mind. That location was a few feet south.

“No… there.” Blake gave a nod of his head toward his crotch where his cock was currently jerking like the needle of a compass attempting to find magnetic north.

“Oh, down here?” Her finger slid over his chin and along his throat until it reached his chest to circle around a nipple.

He groaned as her nail flicked over the pebbled bud, but again he shook his head.

“Here?” The nail gently grazed across his skin, goosebumps rising in its wake as it moved ever closer to the destination he craved. She paused to run it around the depression of his bellybutton before dipping inside to scrape against skin that Blake had never known was sensitive until she’d shown him just how erogenous it could be.

“Mommy, you know where!” Blake said, worrying any minute now he would be doing far more than leaking one drop to mess the sheets without benefit of a single touch of her hand or her mouth.

“Ask nicely,” she said, a note of sternness warning him this game could change on a dime.

“Pretty, pretty please?” he said, pouring every ounce of sincerity into the plea.

She smiled and Blake held his breath as her finger disappeared beneath the edge of the sheet covering his lower half.

“Hmmm, I can’t seem to find it,” she said, the tip of her nail tapping all over the top of his thigh then across his lower abdomen barely an inch away from its goal to tap down the other thigh.

Screw dignity. Blake was too far gone to care about begging. Instead, he reached down to rip the cover aside to allow his cock the freedom to stand straight up, its crown already glossy with precum.

“There, Mommy, it’s right in front of you!”

“Why, did you mean here?” she asked, running her nail around the base of his erection, the flesh extra sensitive since she’d shorn every single sign of stubble from it last night.

Blake groaned and nodded. “Yes, oh, please, touch me, Mommy.”

And touch him she did. Her hand wrapped around the shaft and Blake’s head fell back as she slowly drew her fist up to the crown, one finger sliding over the mushroom-shaped head to spread his arousal across its surface. When another drop seeped from the slit, she bent and the tip of her tongue came out to lapit up. It was pure strength of will that kept Blake from lifting his hips to thrust deep when her lips parted to engulf him. The warmth was heaven and the flutter of her tongue had Blake practically crying in pure joy. When she began to bob her head up and down the shaft, his fingers curled into the sheet beneath him.

It never failed to amaze him how incredible it felt to be held in this woman’s mouth as she worshiped his cock. Blake didn’t bother to hold back any groan or moan of pure, unadulterated pleasure when her cheeks hollowed and, once again, she taught him how wonderful sucking could be. She took his balls into her hand, gently massaging them as she licked and sucked until he could feel an orgasm building. It was almost painful but was an agony he knew would explode into a supernova of exquisite pleasure. A sudden tightening of her hand on his testicles reminded Blake of her position in his life.

“May I come, Mommy?”

Her fingers relaxed as she looked up at him. The sight of one cheek bulging with the head of his cock pushing against it made Blake’s toes curl with the need to ask her for more.

“May I come in your mouth, please, Mommy? Please!”

It was pure torture as he teetered on the razor’s edge, knowing to fall one way would have his cum splashing onto his belly and chest. Falling the other way would reward him with the incredible sensation of her muscles tightening around him as he spilled down her throat, her tongue sliding along his jerking length as if encouraging him to give her every single drop. Blake never knew which way he’d fall until andifshe granted permission, the unknown adding yet another layer to the torturous bliss his Mommy ruled over.

“Yes, baby, give Mommy all of your sweet cum.”

With a cry of gratitude, Blake welcomed the lightning that shot through him, his toes uncurling to rigidly point on theirown. His entire body tensed and temporarily froze for that magical moment where every single nerve ending sparked like an electric shock before the explosion of his climax had him shouting her name. Cum shot from his cock; the woman he adored swallowing again and again. It was every bit as wonderful as it always was and when it was over, his cock twitching as it slowly softened, he asked for permission yet again.

“Mommy? May I be your Big boy now?”

Her head lifted and he groaned as her tongue darted out to swipe at the corner of her lips where a drop of his cum lingered. She smiled and smacked her lips. “And why do you want to be Big?”

“Because I’m hungry too,” Blake said, watching her pupils dilate and her face flush the prettiest pink he’d ever seen.

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