Sugar Momma

Sugar Momma

by Jaewon

Summary:

Irene has always taken care of her much younger boyfriend in every way possible. After a long day, she comes home and spoils him completely with her body, her experience, and that soft but commanding mommy kink that drives him wild — handjobs, blowjobs, breast sucking, and passionate sex in multiple positions.

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The penthouse was quiet when Irene stepped through the door, heels clicking softly on the marble floor. She had just come from a late brand meeting, still dressed in her elegant black blouse and pencil skirt, hair perfectly styled. At thirty-three, she carried herself with the kind of confidence that made people stop and stare. But when she saw me waiting on the couch, her sharp expression softened into something warmer, almost predatory in the best way.

“Hi, baby,” she said, voice low and smooth as honey. She dropped her bag and walked straight to me, heels abandoned midway. “Mommy’s home. Did you miss me?”

I nodded, already feeling that familiar heat rush through me. “Every second.”

She smiled, the kind of smile that promised everything, and climbed onto my lap, straddling me. Her skirt rode up her thighs as she cupped my face with both hands and kissed me deeply. Her lips were soft but demanding, tongue sliding against mine like she owned every part of me. And in many ways, she did.

Irene had been my sugar momma for almost two years now. She took care of everything — the apartment, my expenses, my pleasure. In return, I gave her the one thing her busy life as Red Velvet’s leader rarely allowed: complete, devoted attention.

“Rough day?” I asked when she finally pulled back, lips slightly swollen.

She hummed, grinding slowly against the bulge in my pants. “Very. But I’ve been thinking about this all evening. About taking care of my sweet boy.” Her hand slid down my chest, fingers tracing the waistband of my sweatpants. “You’re already hard for mommy, aren’t you?”

“Yes,” I breathed.

“Good boy.”

She slipped off my lap and knelt between my legs with graceful ease. Her manicured fingers tugged my pants down, freeing my cock. It sprang up, thick and throbbing. Irene wrapped her soft hand around the base and stroked slowly, eyes locked on mine.

“Look at you… so eager.” She leaned in and licked a long stripe from base to tip, then swirled her tongue around the head. The blowjob started teasing — gentle sucks, soft kisses, her warm breath ghosting over my skin. Then she took me deeper, lips stretching around my thickness as she bobbed her head.

“Fuck, mommy…” I groaned, fingers threading through her perfect hair.

She hummed around me, the vibration shooting pleasure up my spine. Spit dripped down my shaft as she worked me, one hand stroking what her mouth couldn’t take. She pulled off for air, stroking me fast with her slick hand.

“You like when mommy sucks your cock?” she purred, voice husky. “Like when I spoil you like this?”

I nodded, hips twitching. She smiled and took me back into her mouth, sucking harder, cheeks hollowing. Her free hand cupped my balls, massaging them gently. I was getting close fast, but she slowed down, edging me perfectly.

“Not yet,” she whispered, kissing the tip. “Mommy wants to play more.”

She stood up and stripped slowly, peeling off her blouse to reveal a black lace bra that barely contained her full breasts. The skirt followed, then the bra. Her breasts spilled free, heavy and perfect, nipples already hard. She climbed back onto my lap, pressing them against my face.

“Suck them,” she ordered softly. “Mommy’s breasts need attention too.”

I latched onto one nipple immediately, sucking hard while my hand kneaded the other. Irene moaned, arching her back, fingers in my hair as she held me against her chest. I licked and sucked, switching between them, burying my face in the soft warmth.

“Good boy… just like that,” she praised, grinding her wet pussy against my cock. “You love mommy’s tits, don’t you?”

I nodded, mouth full, sucking harder. She reached down and guided my cock to her entrance, sinking down slowly. The heat engulfed me, tight and perfect. She rode me in cowgirl, slow and deep at first, breasts bouncing in my face as I continued worshipping them.

“Mommy’s going to take care of you tonight,” she breathed, picking up the pace. “Fill you with pleasure until you can’t think straight.”