6

Marcos had no idea when he closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep. All he remembered was hugging a pillow, and then a second after, a finger was trailing itself across his cheek. "You look beautiful when you sleep, Eros."

His eyes opened first, meeting her dark ones that stared back at him with a smile on her face. "Baby."

Relief flooded him at that moment. All Marcos wanted to do, was jump into her arms and squeeze the air out of her but if it meant nothing had happened to her, it meant she had deliberately been ignoring him.

He slowly sat up, his voice low. "I'm sorry, Mommy."

She reached out for him. "For what?"

He studied her face, and he knew. Alex wasn't in the slightest upset. Infact, she looked... Excited, for some reason. "You're not— You're not mad at me?"

"You aren't naked, yes, but—" Her eyes moved down his body. "I'm in a good mood today."

Marcos should have been happy that she was in a good mood. He knew that. But he was her happy pill. School always had her grumpy. Something wasn't adding up. "Where were you?"

Alex didn't answer.

Instead, she stood up from the bed, taking off the shirt she was wearing and standing in front of him, shirtless with her pants still on.

Marcos' eyes moved from her navel, which was so small and barely visible, to her abs. They weren't completely solid, since she never worked out for them, but they were there and her breasts...

God. He barely ever saw them. Due to the clothes she wore, he sometimes forgot how they looked, but looking at them now.

They were past the average size.

And just between her collarbone, was a tattoo. He rarely ever saw that as well. It was a crescent moon.

Luna.

Him.

"I'm not late." She replied, her voice soft as she began to walk to her closet and opened it. "I said after school. I didn't give a time. Did I?"

He watched her rummage through it for a while, then tie up her hair into a bun before turning around to face him, a pink blindfold in her hand. "But you must have waited a long time for me. Didn't you?"

Marcos found himself nodding.

Alex's lips formed into a small smile. "My poor baby." She walked to the bed and crawled towards the frozen bit, before pinning him to the bed, his hands over his head before putting on the blind fold.

A small whimper nearly left his lips as she bent down, her erect nipples brushing against his body as she whispered to him. "Would baby like to play a game?"

Was he supposed to say no with her on him? Like this? "Y-Yes."

She moved to his neck and brushed her teeth on it. Making his body move and give her more access in hopes she'd leave another mark. "Yes, what?"

"Yes, Mommy."

He felt the ropes now being tied around his wrists, keeping them still before she began to trail her hand down his body, her voice velvety. "And you didn't just dress like a slut. You also wore Mommy's lipstick."

He felt her thumb push itself into his mouth and he hurriedly began to suck on it but she moved it out almost immediately, her his grinding into his hard on. "Such a naughty boy."

God. He wanted to touch her. Or touch himself. Or touch something. Anything. He felt like he was losing his mind. "Mommy."

"Shh." Slowly, he felt something cold and slim moving around his nipples, going around in circles. It wasn't an ice cube, no from the smell, it was—

The lipstick. Jesus. The fact his nipples looked bright red right now... 

"Before we play the main game, we're going to have a guessing one, but we'd have a little fun as well. Ready?"

Marcos nodded. "Y-Yes."

He heard her chuckle, her hands now trailing down and raising up his skirt. "Look at him. All naked and leaking under a girl's skirt like the whore he is."

Marcos said nothing. His brain already in scrambles as her hand began to slide down his dick, and up. She felt wet, slippery more like it.

Was she —.

A loud gasp escaped his lips as something like a ring was being pushed down his dick, and fuck, it was vibrating.

"Now." She went back to his chest. "If you guess what I'm writing on your body correctly, without moaning or jerking, you get to ask me whatever question you have and I shall answer correctly. Is that understood?"

"Y-Yes, Mommy."

"Good boy."

She began to write slowly. Torturing the poor boy as he tried his best not to jerk his hips or moan before she said, "What did I write?"

"Slut." He had barely managed to even keep up with her writing. From his pulsing dick to her torturing his chest. It was just pure luck.

"Correct." She began to move again and Marcos bit hard into his lips. Fuck, she was planning to kill him. It was so obvious. "Now?"

He had no idea.

And when he didn't answer, the vibrator went faster.

"Fuck." A tear slipped down his face as he tried his best not to move.

"What did I write?"

"I don't —. Nggh." He was biting on his lips again. "B-Bitch."

Her laughter was evil enough for him to know he wasn't right. "Wrong."

Her hand moved to his dick now, rubbing her thumb around the tip causing him to dig his toes into the bed so he wouldn't scream as she said quietly. "I could let you cum, and you wouldn't have to know why I came back home late. What would you prefer?"

This was obviously a trick question. Alex always rewarded him when she felt he had enough self control. If he gave in, he'd feel completely empty. Plus, he wanted to know where she went.

"One more time." He pleaded. "Let me t-try one more— one more time."

Her hand left his dick and he breathed out a sigh as she went back to his chest. "Guess again."

"W-Whore."

"Correct. If you guess this last one, I get to answer your questions, okay baby?" She asked.

He nodded. Speaking was becoming hard and all of his body felt like electricity was running through it. Even as she wrote the last one, he thought he'd give up. "What next?"

"F-Fucktoy." This time, he had managed to put all his focus into it, and though he couldn't see her.

He knew she was pleased. "Good boy."

"Ahh!" A finger was making it's way into it's hole. Pushing and widening it. Marcos managed to grab unto the sheets as she opened him up with her still lubed hand before shoving another finger.

"Ask."

With two fingers inside him, brushing at his prostrate so easily. Talking seemed impossible, but he managed to let out a sentence. "W-Who... Oh, God. Wh-Where were... Were you?"

Her fingers pushed further, causing Marcos to open his legs wider with a gasp as she said, "School."

"W-Why?"

"Someone wanted to meet me there."

Of course, she wouldn't make this easy.

"Oh God." The pleasure running through his veins was making it hard for him to even think clearly. "W-Who... Mhmm! Was... Was he?"

The fingers came out of him and the blindfold came off. As soon as he opened his eyes, he found hers on him, her lips in a smirk.

Marcos was trying to breathe properly now. She was so close, her lips brushing his gently as she said in a whisper. "Paris Holmes was asking me to be his boyfriend."

His eyes widened. "He wh—."

She shoved herself inside him.

He found himself biting hard into her shoulder as the pain went through him before he heard her chuckle. "You cummed immediately I went inside you. Eros? Marcos? Should I —?"

He was shaking his head, more tears coming out of his eyes. He felt so full, and yet, the fact someone else wanted her...

He suddenly wanted her close. "Fuck me, Mommy, like the slut I am. Make me cum again. Please, Mommy"

He heard her let out a low growl. "When you say it like that—."

He gasped as she thrusted into him, his eyes rolling back. "Y-Yes. F-Fuck me like your bitch. Y-Yesssss. Nggh!"

"Fuck."

"Yes. Oh— Ahh!"

Marcos found himself on her laps, her cock now shoving itself deeper into him before she pushed the top off his head, her lips latching itself unto his nipples.

He moaned as he felt her tongue suck on her then bite hard on it, her hand untying the rope and as soon as it was gone, he wrapped his arms around her neck.

His hips bounced now on her, his hand squeezing itself more around her as he kept hitting his prostate while her lips now attacked his neck before she moved to his lips.

He could taste the lipstick on her lips, or perhaps it was him, he had no idea. All he knew was her lips were on him and he could barely think straight anymore.

His nails dug into her back as he felt himself getting closer. He pulled away from her lips, his head thrown back as he rode her faster." "Fuck. Fuck. Yes, Mommy. Oh, you feel so good! Y-Yes, yes —!"

Nothing else came out of his mouth as he rode her down to his high, holding unto her tighter till he was down.

Minutes later, he walked out of the shower and found her on the bed, a book in her hand. She had showered first and changed into another shirt and joggers while he wore one of her bigger shirts and laid on her chest.

His back hurt a bit, and the hickeys on his neck... 

Marcos didn't mind at all. At least, not now. He had another sweater, or he could wear his collar. He loved how she looked at him when she did.

But that wasn't important at the moment.

"Mommy."

She looked away from the book, her hand immediately moving to his hair. "Baby. How do you feel?"

He pouted. "Back hurts."

Alex smiled. "Want me to kiss your boo boo?"

He wanted to say yes. He really did, but he'd have to go home soon and he doubted he'd actually be able to sleep if she didn't tell him about Paris. "No. I— You said something about Paris, Mama."

"Oh, that."

Why was she smiling?!

"It's not important." She replied, but he could swear she was smiling. "He had a rough breakup and he thinks he wants to be dominated, but he doesn't. You know how guys like him are."

"Are you... Are you going to date him though?"

He knew things like this had happened before. Since their relationship was a secret, to most people, she dated others sometimes, though they never lasted.

She used to say it was because he was special, and he was , to her at least, but Paris Holmes was an entirely different subject. "I won't, but I might play with him for a bit."

"Oh."

"Hey." She made him look at him and when he did, he realized how beautiful she was. It didn't even seem fair that he could keep her all to himself, even though he really wanted to. "He'd go away. They always do."

It's what you thought of me at the beginning. You thought I'd leave but I always came back.

"And if he doesn't?" He heard himself ask.

Alex didn't give an answer to that. All she said was, "You have to dye your hair again. Or would you like it's normal colour back?"

Marcos felt a bit disappointed that she brushed off the topic but answered anyway. "Yeah. I will."

"Okay."

He went back to her chest now, holding her tighter around him before he heard her say. "And I saw what you did with my Mom."

He stopped breathing.

"Thank you."

He let out a sigh of relief. Finally, something he could smile about. "You're welcome, A."