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Son for Hire: Chapter 42
🕑 Added 2022-02-01 20:36:31 +0000 UTCI don’t know how much cum I end up eating. A hell of a lot it, that’s all I knew. I slurped up my own load the last time I was here and that was like a dainty appetizer compared to this full course meal of jizz. Whether it was real or imagined hers definitely tasted better but good God there was so much of it. I do what I can. From the first great deluge to final dribbling dregs milked up out of her with my hand I consume all that I could before I allow her cock to slip from lips. I gently set her slowly softening penis down onto her stomach. Semen dripping from lips and nose I sputter up and cough before letting out a deep rumbling belch.
“Oh my goodness!” She giggles. “You ate so much! You didn’t have to do that baby.”
I look up at her with a bashful smile and bat my eyes. “Thank you Ma’am.” I rub my belly. “I’m full now.”
I watch as she absolutely melts to my cuteness. “You are too much.” Her face flushed Evelyn is positively radiant in the afterglow of her orgasm. “Whoooo, I haven’t cum like that in….whoo!” She boops my nose. “You’re good Donald, very good.”
“My pleasure Ma’am.”
“Look at you!” She laughs. “What a messy boy!” Using her dress as a cloth she starts to wipe the jizm from my chin, lips and nose. “What is it with boys, always so dirty.” I just sit gazing up at her more in love than ever as cleans me up. With a contented grin she dabs and swabs the mess away not the least bit concerned about staining her nice house dress. “That will do for now.” Grabbing both sides of my head she kisses the crown before rising up off of me. “I’ll clean you up proper after you open your presents.”
I knew from the tone of her voice now and previously that she was very much looking forward to giving me my gifts. The only gift I needed was her attention but since the presents were important to her they were important to me as well. Although…I was actually kinda excited about them too. Outside of Kiki nobody had ever just randomly given me something before and looking at the pile of impeccably wrapped boxes this was going to be a lot of somethings.
“He he he.” She pets me. “You can’t wait to open them, can you?”
“May I?”
“Soon.”
Tucking herself away into her panties she pulls the undies and hose back up then bring the top of the dress back up over her body. With her bra off her bosom hangs naturally inside of her dress, a look so darned sexy it made my already hard pecker flex harder. I could actually make out the shape of her big nipples through the cloth. Rising up she steps off the sofa and feeling floods back into my stiff legs.
“Wait here.” She says.
I nod and sit up. Slipping my shirt back on I stare across at the shiny presents and try to guess what each one was, though I honestly hadn’t a clue. She is only gone a moment when she comes back in with the fancy cupcake, a fork, a napkin, and a glass of chocolate milk. She sets these out on the coffee table for me then sits beside me, her hip touching mine. I admire the presentation once more and I am about to thank her but she wasn’t done yet. Taking the napkin she spreads it out over my lap and has me sit up straight. She pauses to give me one of those little petting strokes she always did then picks up the plate with the cupcake and the fork herself. Hiving off a piece of the dessert she swipes it over the powdered sugar and chocolate twirls then brings it to my mouth. I look at her and then to it before opening my mouth.
“Good boy.” She places the end of the fork into my mouth. I close my lips around it and she pulls it free. It is delicious, as I knew it would be.
“Mmm.” I chew, savor, then swallow. “So good.”
She smiles warmly and slices another section of the decadently rich treat and feeds it to me. I eat this too feeling a strange mixture power and powerlessness. She was serving me as if she were the submissive in our relationship but doing so through her own will and authority. She really did make me feel like a prince. High in status and importance but with no real influence. Tilting her head she brushes a tiny crumb from the corner of my lips then reaches to hand me the glass of milk. I take it from her and drink then pass it back again. She places it on the table and returns to feeding me.
“This will get that taste out of your mouth.” She says.
“It wasn’t so bad.” I say as I take another bite and wriggle with good feelings. “Mmm. So good. Mmm! You’re the best.”
Her glow from before had transitioned into a state of peace, her happiness quiet yet deep. “You are so different from Eugene and his friends.” She says softly. “And a world apart from those other boys. You give yourself so freely.”
“It’s easy with you.”
“Sweet thing.” She smiles. “Is apple pie actually your favorite dessert?”
The question recalls the fiction of our first meeting where I said that was my favorite, though I was just playing along at the time. “I mean, I like it.”
“But it’s not your favorite?”
“No.” I confess. “I think I like cherry best.”
She nods, taking a mental note, as she feeds me another bite. “And your favorite color?”
“Blue.”
“Favorite season?”
“Summer.”
“Favorite music?”
“I’m not picky.”
“Favorite book?”
“Not much of a reader really.”
“Hrm.” She grumbles disapprovingly. “You just haven’t found the right books yet.”
“Yes Ma’am.”
“Favorite sport?”
“None.”
“Favorite movie?”
“I dunno…anything funny I guess.” I quietly cringe at my tepid answers. “Sorry, I guess I’m kinda boring.”
“Pish!” She kisses my cheek. “Don’t you say that.”
“Yes Ma’am.”
“Favorite food?”
“Steak and potato.” I swallow and take the chocolate milk again to wash the succulent cake from my mouth. “Or pizza. Ham, shrimp and pineapple.”
This stops Evelyn mid motion. “Ham, shrimp and pineapple?” She looks at me like she might some confused stranger wandered into her home. “Really?”
“Yes Ma’am.”
“You are joking.”
“No Ma’am. I love it.” I say. “It’s the best.”
“Oh. Oh no. This will not do.” She shakes her head. “No boy of mine…” Her voice trails off.
“What’s wrong with ham, shrimp and pineapple?”
“That sounds disgusting!”
“It’s delicious!”
“It’s an abomination!”
“It isn’t!” I giggle. “You’ve never had it?”
“No! Ew.”
“You and Kiki agree one thing at least.” I laugh. “Hey. Don’t knock it until you’ve tried it.”
“I’ll pass!”
“Your loss.” I quip then open my mouth like a baby bird awaiting a worm. “Ahhhh.”
“You impudent scamp!” She rolls her eyes and shakes her head with a great big grin. “That’s a second punishment you’ve earned today. You are lucky I already love you.”
“Yes Ma’am!” I chirp. “Ahhhh.”
She then commences to feed me the rest of the special treat she had made just for me, all the while muttering gripes about pineapple and shrimp and my bratty response.
The cupcake eaten, the milk finished, she daubs my mouth with the napkin and set it on the plate. She puts an arm around me and plants a big ol smooch to my cheek. “How ya doin baby?”
“Good!”
“Are you happy?”
“Very happy.”
“Excited for you presents?”
“Yes Ma’am!”
“I bet.” She says as she pulls me into her side and holds me tight. “Donald.”
“Yeah?”
“When we started…when you started going down on me, you paused. I got the feeling something was bothering you.” She says, her voice probing yet gentle as her hand rubbed up and down my back. “Would you like to talk about it?”
She was referring to that awful moment when the thoughts of my real mother invaded my head. “No Ma’am.”
“Donald…you can talk to me baby. You know that, right?”
“I know.” I let out a false laugh. “I don’t even…know…what it…” I shake my head as images of my mother towering over me, my mother’s hard clawed hands, my mother’s fearsome wrathful eyes threaten to take root. Something had triggered a memory back when the thoughts first intruded though I don’t know precisely what, nor did I even want to know. That horrible woman had no place here in Evelyn’s kindly home. “It was nothing.” I say firmly, banishing the thoughts with a mental shout that clears the encroaching gloom. “I’m okay.”
“It doesn’t sound like nothing.” Evelyn says with another kiss. “If you ever need to talk Donald…about anything at all…”
“I know, I know.” I nod.
“If we are moving too fast or you aren’t completely comfortable with what we’re doing you must tell me, okay?”
“Okay.” I say. “I’m okay. Really.”
“Mmm.”
Bowing my head low I whisper pleadingly. “Can we drop it please?”
“Of course.” She hugs me and I let myself be hugged.
“Can…can I open my presents now?”
She turns my head to look to look me in the eyes. Respecting my wishes for personal space she doesn’t peer deeply into my raw soul, something that might well trigger another bout of sobbing, me being the wuss that I was. Instead her gaze draws me out of myself and into her buoyantly joyful eyes. “Whose my good boy?”
“Me.” As quickly as my thoughts had turned dark they brighten once more.
“Yes you are.” She confirms with a cheering wink. “And good boys get presents!”
