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A Night of Age Play - part 1
You stroke Ethan’s younger sibling’s hair as they drift off to sleep, your thoughts wandering. ‘I love taking care of people,’ you think to yourself. ‘But sometimes I wish someone would take care of me for a change.’ As you tuck the blanket around them, you can’t help but feel a pang of longing. You’ve always had a secret kink for Age play, but you’ve never had the courage to share it with anyone. Fear of judgment and rejection holds you back, but as you gaze at Ethan’s sleeping sibling, you can’t help but imagine what it would be like to have someone care for you in that way.
You head downstairs to the living room, lost in thought. You pull out your phone and text your friend about your desires, but quickly delete the message. ‘They’d never understand,’ you think, sighing. Just then, Ethan bursts through the front door, clearly drunk from a party. He stumbles over to the couch and collapses onto it, his eyes meeting yours.
“YN,” he slurs, “I need to tell you something.”
You raise an eyebrow, concerned. “What is it, Ethan?”
He takes a deep breath, his cheeks flushing red. “I … I have a thing for Age play.”
Your heart skips a beat. ‘Oh my god,’ you think. ‘He likes it too?’
Ethan continues, “I’ve always wanted someone to take care of me, to be my mommy for a night.” His eyes plead with you, and you can see the vulnerability in his expression.
You hesitate, your own desires warring with your fears. ‘What if he thinks I’m weird too?’ you worry. But as you look at Ethan, something inside you shifts. You realize that here is someone who understands your secret kink, someone who won’t judge you for it. And for the first time in a long time, you feel a spark of hope.
“Ethan,” you say softly, “I … I have a confession to make too.”
He looks up at you, his eyes wide with anticipation.
“I … I like Age play too,” you admit, your cheeks flushing with embarrassment. “But I’ve never told anyone before. I was afraid they wouldn’t understand.”
Ethan’s face lights up with relief and excitement. “Really?” he asks, his voice filled with hope. “You mean it?”
You nod, taking a deep breath. “Yes,” you say firmly. “I do.”
He grins at you, his eyes shining. “Then will you … will you be my mommy for the night?”
Your heart races as you consider his request. Part of you wants to run away and hide, but another part of you is drawn to Ethan’s vulnerability and honesty. You realize that this could be your chance to explore your desires without fear of judgment.
“Fine,” you say finally, your voice shaking slightly. “But only for tonight.”
Ethan’s face breaks into a wide grin, and he leaps up from the couch to hug you tightly. “Thank you,” he whispers in your ear. “Thank you so much.”
You tuck Ethan’s younger sibling into bed, whispering a gentle goodnight before leaving the room. The house is quiet now, and you can feel the anticipation building as you make your way back to the living room. Ethan is waiting for you on the couch, his eyes wide with excitement and nervousness.
‘Are you ready?’ you ask, trying to sound confident despite your own nerves.
Ethan nods, his Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat. ‘I think so,’ he says, his voice barely above a whisper.
You sit down next to him and take his hand in yours. ‘Remember, this is just for tonight,’ you remind him. ‘We don’t have to do anything you’re not comfortable with.’
He squeezes your hand. ‘I know. I trust you.’
You take a deep breath and let it out slowly, trying to steady yourself. ‘Alright then,’ you say, adopting a softer, more nurturing tone. ‘Let’s get started.’
Ethan leans back against the couch, his eyes locked on yours. You can see the desire in them, mixed with a hint of fear. But there’s also something else – trust. He trusts you to guide him through this experience, and that knowledge gives you the confidence to continue.
‘First things first,’ you say gently. ‘I want you to call me Mommy.’
Ethan swallows hard but nods his agreement. ‘Okay, Mommy,’ he whispers.
You smile at him, your heart racing in your chest. ‘Good boy,’ you say, using the pet name instinctively. ‘Now, why don’t you tell me what you’ve been up to tonight?’
Ethan hesitates for a moment before answering. ‘I was at a party,’ he says quietly. ‘I drank too much and … I didn’t mean to come home like this.’
You give his hand a reassuring squeeze. ‘It’s alright, sweetheart,’ you say. ‘Mommy’s here now. Everything is going to be okay.’
He visibly relaxes at your words, leaning into your touch. You can feel the tension draining from his body as he surrenders to the role-play.
‘Now, I want you to stand up and take off your clothes,’ you say, your voice firm but gentle. ‘Mommy needs to make sure you’re all clean and presentable.’
Ethan obeys without question, standing up and slowly undressing in front of you. You can’t help but admire his lean, muscular body as he reveals it inch by inch. By the time he’s finished, he’s completely naked, his cock already half-hard from anticipation.
You gesture for him to sit back down on the couch, and he does so obediently. ‘Mommy is going to take care of you now,’ you say, your voice soft and soothing. ‘But first, I need you to be a good boy and tell me what you want.’
Ethan looks up at you with pleading eyes. ‘I want you, Mommy,’ he says, his voice barely audible. ‘I want you to make me feel safe and loved.’
Your heart skips a beat at his words. You never expected this role-play to affect you so deeply, but there’s something about seeing Ethan like this – vulnerable and open – that touches you in a way you never thought possible.
You lean in closer, your breasts brushing against his arm as you whisper in his ear. ‘And Mommy wants you too,’ you say, your voice low and sultry. ‘She’s going to give you everything you need.’
With that, you begin to kiss him softly on the lips, your tongue tracing the outline of his mouth. He responds eagerly, his hands reaching up to cup your face as he deepens the kiss.
As the passion between you builds, you can’t help but marvel at how natural this feels – like you were always meant to be together in this way. You push him back onto the couch, straddling his hips as you grind against him, your wetness coating his throbbing cock.
‘Mommy loves her little boy,’ you whisper in his ear, your breath hot and heavy. ‘And Mommy is going to make sure he feels loved too.’
With that, you slide down his body, taking his hardened length into your mouth. You suck on him gently at first, then with increasing intensity as he moans and bucks his hips beneath you.
‘Oh God, Mommy,’ he gasps, his hands tangled in your hair. ‘Please don’t stop.’
You look up at him, your eyes meeting his as you continue to pleasure him with your mouth. He’s on the edge now, his body tense and trembling with anticipation.
‘I love you,’ he whispers, his voice hoarse with desire. ‘I’ve always loved you.’
Those words are like a match to gasoline, igniting a fire within you that has been smoldering for far too long. You climb back up his body, positioning yourself above him as you guide his cock inside you.
He gasps as he fills you, his eyes rolling back in pleasure. ‘You feel so good,’ he moans, his hands gripping your hips tightly. ‘So warm and tight.’
You begin to move, your body rocking against his as you find a rhythm that feels impossibly perfect. He meets your movements with his own, thrusting up into you with increasing urgency.
‘Mommy,’ he cries out, his voice breaking. ‘I can’t hold on much longer.’
You lean down, your breasts brushing against his chest as you whisper in his ear once more. ‘Go ahead, baby,’ you say softly. ‘Let Mommy have it all.’
With a final cry of pleasure, he erupts inside you, his hot seed spilling deep within your eager body. You clench around him, milking every last drop from him as your own orgasm washes over you in waves.
As the intensity fades, you collapse onto his chest, your breath coming in ragged gasps. His arms wrap around you, holding you close as you both try to recover from the incredible experience you’ve just shared.