Age Play

Joe emerged from his shower still a broken man. The time unpacking in his small new room and a long shower had only given him more time to think. The water had washed away the dirt of the day but not the dirt of his mind. He still felt like the nothing his ex-wife said he was.
Seeing Louisa on the couch cheered him a little though as he walked in wearing only his shorts and t-shirt for bed. She was similarly dressed in only pajama pants and a little t-shirt. She was watching TV, flipping channels, and drinking from a large glass of red wine.
Joe went to sit in the armchair as Thomas was nowhere about. “Oh, better not sit there love, Thomas is very picky. ‘No one sits in the man of the houses’ chair!’ “ She said in a deep American accent, comically impersonating him. “ ‘It’s my throne, from where I dominate the world!’ which is what he likes to think! At work maybe that’s true. However, he’ll know if you’ve sat in it, sit with me.” She taps the seat near her, one over on the large couch, long enough to lie down on.
He notices then that it’s not just a t-shirt she’s wearing but a crop top. He sees her pierced belly button and longs for something. Is it her? Is it his wife? Is it something else? He shakes himself a little from his emotional stupor and tries to make an effort at conversation.
“Where is he?” Joe said, it was late, nearly nine already.
“He’s gone back to work. Another crisis. He’ll probably not roll in until midnight.”
“That’s a shame for him,” Joe said.
“Ha! He loves it!” Louisa laughed, “Loves an emergency, loves being the one to sort it out. He’s like a fireman of the corporate world. Or probably, in his head, a superhero. It’s very funny, he can be a right eejit sometimes but gotta love him.”
She stares at him now and takes her eyes off the TV to study his face. Joe sits half perched on the couch, not relaxing into it, not even sitting back.
“You’re not feeling any better, are you? I can tell. Come here.” Louisa pulls on his shoulder gently and rocks him over. Joe finds his head in her lap. He thinks he should jump up but doesn’t want to go anywhere. Her hand presses on his shoulder and he begins to cry.
“There, there Joe, there, there Joey. Little Joey. That’s it, let it out. Let it all out for me.”
Joey, overcome with her kindness, jumped his body over so he was facing into her and swung his arms around her hips, clinging to her like a small boy who doesn’t want to go to school for the first time and leave his Mummy.
“That’s ok, that’s ok. Snuggle in.”
His tears carried on flowing but now they were quiet sobs. He relaxed a little and she went back to skipping channels. His head had been pressed into her bare stomach but now he let himself move back slightly. His tears left a shine around her perfect belly button, and he had to catch his breath at the beauty of it.
He felt his nose running from the crying and as if she had always known him in this way she picked a tissue from a box on the coffee table and brought it to his nose. She wiped him and then with another tissue held it to his nose and said, “Blow.” He did and she asked him to repeat. “That’s good Joey, mummy is here for you now, everything will be ok. I promise.”
She picked her glass of wine up again and went back to channel hopping stroking his hair lovingly. He dared to look up at this wonderful woman, this Mummy, his Mummy. From there he could see under her top. Her breasts pushed the material out and the smooth rounded skin of each of her tits sat only inches above his face, enticing him.
He remembered the song ‘Everybody needs a bosom for a pillow’ and wished he was on hers. He still shook slightly with little jerks of his body, as he continued a low and restless weeping.
Again, as if reading his mind or simply her maternal instinct for him, for his suffering, she pulled him closer and pulled him up, lifting her knees to cradle his head higher.
“Don’t cry. It’s ok. Mummy’s here now Joey. Shhh.” She rocked him against those perfect breasts and now he did have that bosom for a pillow. He could feel her chest give way under the pressure of his cheeks, cupping him in their warm, welcoming embrace.
Her nipples stood out from the t-shirt. He had seen their outline before but now he could feel one pressed almost to his lips but separated from them through the fabric. It was agonising for him but he had never felt so loved. Not since he was little. No woman had ever shown love like this. It was overwhelming to him and he let out a wail, the wail of an infant that needs his Mummy more than anything else in the whole world.
It was then that it happened. Then his world changed. His lips trembled and quivered in his cries against that erect hard nipple so tantalisingly close to him. Some instinct inside her made her realise what he needed, the only thing that would calm him and stop his crying, soothe his agonises. She lifted her cropped t-shirt and cupped her breasts in one hand, offering it to him, offering it to her ‘child’.
Joey didn’t need any more prompting. His lips were breathing heavily onto her left nipple already, and so when she pushed it against his wobbling lips, he took it greedily. If he had been with his wife or some woman from a bar he picked up, like in his youth, he might have kissed her nipples first. He might have nibbled them and tongued them. If that had gone well, he might even have tried a bite, to see what she liked. A bit of pain maybe. But full sucking on them would probably have come last and not like this. Not with the need of a hungry baby. This was suckling not sucking.
He suckled with such urgency and need that if she had produced milk at that moment he wouldn’t have been surprised. It wouldn’t have put him off either. He would have relished feeling warm breast milk on his tongue and down his throat. He almost thought he could taste it or the memory of it, from some distant time.
She cradled his head with one arm and carried on sipping her wine with the other. A mother relaxing after a long day but still there for her sensitive child. Whispering softly into his ear she said, “That’s my good boy. Mummy is here for you Joey. Suckle all you want on Mummy’s breast.” And he did.
Joey moved his rounded lips against her nipples rapidly, gulping as if he really was swallowing her milk. He found himself calming, relaxing, his cries becoming shallower and his breathing returning to normal.
“There you are, there you are. It’s all okay now Joey. Mummy got you,” Louisa said, running her fingers through his thick hair and rubbing his scalp gently. “Mummy here for you baby. Couchie couchie coo.” She breathed heavily herself, relaxing into her role. It was the right thing to do, she knew it was.
“Now you stay there as long as you need while Mummy watches her program.” The TV had settled on one channel now, but it was only background noise to Joey, he was lost in the rapture of feeding and nursing and comforting himself on Louisa’s tit.
Joey felt happy like he had never done before, at least not for such a long time. He felt at home and loved and never wanted to move. But he also felt confused, he was getting an erection.
It hadn’t been lust that had made him do what he did. He felt sure it hadn’t been lust on her part either, she never showed any signs of fancying him before now and her husband, Thomas, his best friend, was so much better looking than he was. So much fitter. But he couldn’t hide it. He had nothing on under his shorts and it stuck out proudly with almost no restraint. It had nowhere to hide.

Joey felt happy like he had never done before, at least not for such a long time. He felt at home and loved and never wanted to move. But he also felt confused, he was getting an erection.
It hadn’t been lust that had made him do what he did. He felt sure it hadn’t been lust on her part either, she never showed any signs of fancying him before now and her husband, Thomas, his best friend, was so much better looking than he was. So much fitter. But he couldn’t hide it. He had nothing on under his shorts and it stuck out proudly with almost no restraint. It had nowhere to hide.
He hugged her closer and suckled harder, hoping to distract her from it, worried as he was that she would realise what she was doing, doing to him, and stop.
Then she did, and his world almost fell apart.
“Oh, now Joey! That’s hurting a little. Can you come off for a moment, Mummy needs a little break.”
And he did. He wanted to cry again, lost as he was, but he held it together, at least as well as he could, to show he could be a brave boy. He didn’t want to break the spell between them. He felt naked though when she put her wine down and gently lowered his head to the couch, walking out of the room.
She was gone! Mummy wouldn’t be coming back. Mummy was mad that her son had got an erection when she was being kind and letting him suckle. He had disrespected her, and he was almost beside himself with grief. He felt more lost than he had the last time he saw his ex.
“How’s my little boy been?”
She was back! She sounded happy! His Mummy put something down on the floor picked up her wine again and lifted his head to slip underneath. She switched the TV over and lifted his head towards her breasts again. Joey couldn’t believe his luck; he was so happy he giggled a little as he went to latch on again.
“Joey! Not that one, Mummy’s sore there now, you sucked so very hard. I’m not cross though, not at all, you need it and I’m here for you.” She wasn’t angry about his penis getting all big and stiff or maybe she didn’t notice. Probably she was being kind and pretending not to notice he thought. He happily suckled at her right breast this time, taking her nipple right into his mouth, and breathing it in.
His kind sweet Mummy continued watching her show, sometimes laughing, sometimes gasping at the story she was watching, it was obviously a favourite show of hers Joey thought. They were both content. His crying had gone completely now. He would have been smiling if his lips weren’t pursed around her straining nipple, his hands cupped together behind her bare back.
The only thing that bothered him now, that shook his contented bliss, was his misbehaving weenie. Sometimes it would retreat and go nearly back to its normal size, but then his situation, his divine position, attached to Louisa’s large soft breasts, would overcome him and his thingy would get harder again, bigger, and stick out.
He tried to move a little, turn over slightly, to hide this shame from his Mummy but he couldn’t, not really, not without losing his tight grip on her tit and that he couldn’t do. He felt the end of it leak as it strained for release against the material of his pyjama pants. He knew he was leaving a little wet patch and he felt himself flush red in the horror of it. What would Mummy Louisa think of her little boy if he wet himself?
The credits rolled, the adverts cut in, she sighed and clicked off the TV. Silence overcame the room. If you listened hard, you could hear a distant car or the buzzing of the fridge but what you didn’t need to strain to hear was the “om, om, om” of Joe’s suckling.
Louisa looked down at her little boy with overwhelming love, she wanted to cry herself now she felt such warmth towards him. He needed her and she needed this. “Om, om, om,” his lips smacked against and although this nipple was also feeling sore now, she couldn’t stop him, not yet, his need was so great. And despite the pain, she didn’t want to let him go, to let him detach and lose that connection.
“Om, om, om,” It’s no wonder she thought, as she finally was able to stare into his eyes when they opened at last, that all the words for mother around the world are nearly the same. “Om, om, om,” Mom, Mum, Mama, Mère, Mami, Amma, Ema. “Om, om, om, om,” it was this transfer of love that was the basis of everything. Mother to child, child to mother. Love began here, and even language began here. But she didn’t have the words to express it fully though, so they stayed like that, interrupted only by the rhythm of his suckling.
Then she noticed again the tent pole of his shorts. His peepee was hard once more and she couldn’t help but stare this time. Joey noticed and panicked and wished his unfortunate protuberance away, but it was no good, it was there to stay this time. He sucked harder in his panic.
“There, there Joey, don’t be embarrassed, don’t be sad, it’s only natural for a big boy like you.”
Joey closed his eyes tightly and clung to her with all his might, taking her breath away. “Joey! It’s ok, It’s ok. I know what will help. Come off Mummy now and lie on your front. Rest your head in my lap.” She started to relax her knees away, so Joey no longer had the support behind his head. He was reluctant to let go, to relinquish his vice-like grip on her nipple, his Mummy’s teat. But he had to do it and he didn’t want to disobey her.
His lips came away with a slurp and a pop. His Mummy giggled at that. “Now lie down, rest your head.” She covered up her breasts as Joey watched again from beneath her. He noticed how red they were, how unused to such attention they must be. He wondered if this would ever, could ever happen again. He felt sure he’d be sent to bed now, but Mummy had one more treat in store for him.
“Are you comfortable like that?” His body was flat against the couch now and it did give him some relief from the tension of erection that he could feel pressed against the cushions. He was also happy to have it hidden, but he wasn’t properly comfortable, with his head stuck out to the side, facing her bare belly. It wasn’t great for his neck. Joey shook his head in a quick childish movement that made Louisa smile.
“Turn your head over, face down, there’s a space here between my legs.” And there was a perfect vee shape that he tucked his mouth and eyes and nose into. He was overwhelmed by a smell in that secret place of hers that he dared not name, not even think about, but he knew what it was.
“Agh, that’s better Joey, that’s so much better!” She placed her hand gently on the top of his head and pushed him down for a moment. His nose pressed into her crotch and he could hardly breathe, but it was so exciting to be there that he could not stop himself from bucking his peepee against the cushions a little. She noticed of course.
“Oh, Joey! I’m sorry, I’m so sorry I forgot about that. Pull your little shorts down past your cute bum.” Now Joey wasn’t so worried, wasn’t so embarrassed, she wasn’t so why should he be?
She was doing everything she could to help him, and you should always do what your Mummy says. She relaxed her grip on his head to let him concentrate and he pulled at his shorts. He had to pull the elastic a long way away from his body so that it could get over his super big weenie and not get caught on it. He did it quickly though, still not wanting to display it too proudly to his mother, although that’s what he wanted to do.
She smiled sweetly at him and stroked his hair again. Then it all felt like it happened so quickly and with only a few words. Louisa took the throw from off the back of the couch and rumpled it together pushing at the side of Joey’s body, so he had to lift his hips. The back of her hand briefly brushed past his now naked penis and a shudder ran through him. His bottom was now stuck into the air and his head still resting deep between her slightly parted legs.
He could only breathe her pussy, her secret place. It was the most overwhelming scent he’d ever experienced.
She wasted no time though. The bottle she had brought he glimpsed over the top of her thighs, was turned over and squeezed into her right hand. It was lube! Joey couldn’t believe his luck, he was starting to guess what might be about to happen, when it did.
His Mummy reached under his belly and with her right hand took hold of his enlarged weenie and gripped it tight. For a moment the world stood still for both of them. He didn’t move his hips; she didn’t move her hand but there was no going back.
Mummy whispered, “Push into Mummy’s hand baby boy, pump your peepee until it gives Mummy its cream.” Her voice sounded different to Joey then, it was needy and almost hoarse. Her Scottish singsong accent plunged into a dirty aggression that would have been terrifying if he had not been so high, so filled with thrills. So, he did it.
With sharp little movement, he began to make love to his Mummy’s hand, to push through the grip which felt tightened with every plunge. She wasn’t to miss out either. Her left hand pushed onto the back of his head, thrusting him deep between her legs. She could feel his nose and mouth pushing into her vagina.
She still had her pajama pants on but the thin layer between Joey’s face and her wet damp pussy felt irrelevant. She could feel the thrill of the pressure as she forced him harder and deeper into her. Joey wasn’t licking her, or kissing her, but instead allowing her to use him, to force him down like a man taking a woman’s throat.
She bounced his head and pushed up into it like she was a man controlling a woman’s mouth as he pushed his cock all the way inside, right down her throat. As forceful and urgent as that.
Joey felt used and loved all at the same time. His Mummy was loving it, he could tell that, and that was all that mattered. He had to hold his breath as he couldn’t breathe but that didn’t matter because he knew it was making her happy. And anyway, he had his own pleasure bucking and thrusting into her hand, trying to break through her marvelous rigid fist that trapped his weenie so perfectly.
“Oh, Joey! Oh, Joey! Make Mummy happy. You make Mummy happy!” Her hips were pushing off the couch now, Joey worried that he would be plunged off the couch altogether and that she would dive onto his face and ride him. He would have done anything for her, but he didn’t want to lose her hand either. Not right now, not as his relief of all tensions was about to explode.
He felt himself cum as he became faint from the dampness, smell, and suffocation of his Mummy’s pussy.
He made no sound because he couldn’t, but his whole body was wracked with the orgasm like a hit of a drug, like he’d imagine a drug to be. His weenie released its contents into her hand. It came in floods. He hadn’t touched himself for years and he hadn’t been touched for almost as long. There was such a need for this he wondered if it would ever stop.
“Oh, Joey. Baba baby. Give it to Mummy.” She purred softly again now. She put her thumb over the end of his peepee where it had been fucking into her hand and caught the first wave of his thick white cream. She tried to hold some of it there to protect the throw from being covered, but there was too much of it. She would have put her other hand to catch it all but couldn’t let go of his head.
With all her might, she pressed him down and shuddered with an orgasm. Her head flung involuntarily backwards, biting her lip so as not to scream and frighten her baby boy. Jabbing his head into her to grind out the last few convulsions of her orgasm. All the while, she felt her right hand get wetter and wetter.
Joey shuddered the last spasms, feeling as if he would pass out from its intensity and hardly being able to breathe. She released his head and he gasped for air. “There, there Joey, Mummy has got you. You’ve been such a good boy, such a good boy.”
He couldn’t help himself, her warm words but the lack of a tit to suckle on meant he put his thumb in his mouth and nuzzled into his Mummy’s body, with her still gripping his weenie as it shrank away in a wet mess on the throw. He didn’t know what to expect now, would come next, now that they were coming down from a tumultuous show of love between them.
She stroked his head and played with his hair; he sucked his thumb. All was quiet and still for a few minutes. Louisa’s phone pinged, breaking the spell, and she was woken from her languorous stupor. Checking it she clapped her hands together, “Must get you cleaned up and ready for bed my wee lovely! It’s very late.”