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“Satoru, where are you going?”
Satoru turns from where he was sneakily tiptoeing to the door, his thighs clamped together and shaking. Suguru isn’t surprised, Satoru never listens to her. She tells him to use the restroom before bed, but if there’s one thing Satoru is good at, it’s neglecting his most basic needs, always letting them slip from his mind.
She was trying to rest and of course Satoru had waited until he thought Suguru was asleep before he decided to get up, so he must have been holding it in for a while, his face flushed and his legs shaking. Suguru has dealt with too many accidents thanks to Satoru neglecting himself.
“I told you to go earlier, Satoru. You didn’t listen?” She sits up, and Satoru gives her that innocent look he always does. She can’t help but think he’s cute, he’s always cute. Sometimes he even gets away with things with such an expression, but not tonight.
She’d warned him ahead of time.
“I just forgot! But I remembered now!” He says, wiggling and shaking with the need. Suguru shakes her head. Satoru never learns his lesson, and he knows he’s gonna pay for it one day. That’s why his eyes are wide and waiting for Suguru’s next move.
“I already told you what would happen last time you did this.” She sighs. She watches Satoru’s expression drop as he immediately gets teary eyed.
What a faker.
“But I did remember! That’s not fair!” He puts his hand between his legs, and he clamps it down on his crotch. “Just let me go right now!” He says, and Suguru shakes her head, patting her thigh. His eyes are wide as he stands frozen still for a moment.
“Come.” She gives him a more pointed stare, patting her thigh again. Satoru shakes his head defiantly, his bottom lip quivering.
“No! I can go potty right now, I can!” He says, in a childish way he wouldn’t act around anyone but Suguru. Satoru doesn’t listen for a moment, but then Suguru narrows her gaze, which makes Satoru decide to listen, hesitantly sitting down on her thigh as she asked him to.
Satoru still clamps his hand to his crotch, but Suguru slaps it away, making him clamp his thighs down around Suguru’s own, to ground himself so he doesn’t accidentally piss. Pathetic little thing he is sometimes.
Cute, all for her. She doesn’t find herself disgusted at the thought of Satoru making a mess in her lap, soaking them both. In fact, her dick is hard.
Suguru runs her hands up Satoru’s thighs, he’s still in his sweatpants, so she commands Satoru stand up so she can pull them down and have him step out of them. The whole time, Satoru has a look of mortification on his face as if he doesn’t know what Suguru is planning.
When she gets the pants off, Satoru is wearing little cartoon cat panties.
Well, they aren’t sexy by any means, but something about Satoru looking so innocent despite his naughtiness is, and there’s already a little spot of wetness over his cunt thanks to how long he’s been trying and failing to hold it in. She sits him back down on her thigh.
“W-what- what are you doing- I-I just need to go p-potty, Suguru.” He says, sniffing as a few tears fall down his cheeks.
It’s all an act, it always is. She wouldn’t even be surprised if he planned and did all this on purpose. He just wants sympathy when it’s all done, crying for mommy like he isn’t a grown adult.
Suguru watches the wetness bloom a little more, Satoru’s face twisting almost like he’s in pain. She waits a moment so he has to hold it longer. It’s what he gets for disrupting her sleep, she’s got more to take care of than just him.
Those big blue eyes aren’t going to dissuade her this time.
“You will, just sit patiently.” Suguru guides him to sit in the middle of the bed. They have a protective cover over the mattress thanks to Satoru’s frequent accidents. This is the only reason she’s let Satoru talk her into this.
He looks pathetic as he sits, shaking, knees against his chest, looking impossibly small despite his height.
She has never done anything like this with Satoru before when he had his accidents. She’d always just cleaned it up, changed the sheets and took a shower with him and made sure to wipe away all his tears when he cried over his embarrassing mistake.
Though, last time, Suguru warned him he’d need to be taught a lesson. Which turned into Satoru persuading her that his accidents could be sexier if she gave him the right kind of punishment.
Slut…
She’d had to teach him quite a few lessons though, like being bratty towards his superiors oftentimes earns him a spanking, and if he does good, then he gets rewards, like he’s a child- but it works.
If Satoru had been guided by his mother, maybe things would be different, but this works for them. She doesn’t mind teaching him his lessons. He can be a good boy sometimes. She is proud of him more often than not, since he’s her boy after all.
Satoru just needs a guide, and that’s exactly what Suguru is.
Suguru tugs his loose shirt off, and with no binder or bra on, he’s completely exposed to her. His tits are barely there, perky with little pink nipples hardening to the cool air. His chest is splotchy like his cheeks, pink and flushed.
He shakes more, trying to hide behind his knees, his cheeks red. She almost wants to ask if this is still okay, even though Satoru knows exactly what he’s getting himself into.
“P-please, I-I’m sorry, I-I didn’t mean to- please, I just wanna go potty, now…” He wipes his face, snot glistening on his lip, and Suguru sighs at the sight. Sometimes he’s cute enough to get away with it.
Sometimes his acting skills do get a little too real, but then those big blue eyes are staring up at her so desperately again and she knows she can keep going. So pathetic, but her heart flutters. She cups his cheek in her hand.
“I wish I didn’t have to do this to you, but you’ll never learn your lesson if you don’t have someone teach you.” She says gently, and Satoru looks so cute she almost feels bad.
Almost.
She grabs his knees and wrenches them open, Satoru letting out a gasp and falling to his elbows against the mattress. She tugs his underwear up and away, Satoru squirming. “N-no, Suguru- I-I’m gonna… I don’t wanna-“ He hiccups on a sob he stuffs down.
She blushes a little at the sight she’s given. “Yeah, exactly. It’s embarrassing isn’t it? You can’t just hold it, what if you have an accident in public, hmm?” She says, and Satoru’s crying more steadily now, tears slipping down his cheeks.
Suguru doesn’t know what it is about it all that makes her cock twitch more in her pants, but she spreads his legs more, watching his chest heave as he tries to catch his breath. “But I remembered! I was gonna- stop it Suguru, I get it now, please, please, I’m sorry, just let me go potty-“
She lets her fingers touch against his pussy, pushing them between his folds. He’s wet from both arousal and the bit of piss he let out. She’s not disgusted, not even a little bit. She wants to watch it squirt out of him, wants to see how messy he can be.
She grins a little when Satoru shakes his head, trying to clamp his thighs back together again. “I’m sorry! I’m sorry, please! Mommy! I can’t hold it, please-“
“You will hold it, until I say otherwise.” She says, and Satoru shakes his head, choking down a sob. She can feel how wet her dick is watching him squirm like this, making her feel even more desperate to tease him.
“But I can’t!—“
Suguru lands her hand down harshly against Satoru’s pussy and he gasps, letting out a cry. Suguru watches with admiration the way his cunt flushes red, but then immediately, Satoru’s abdomen unclenches and he can’t hold it anymore.
Suguru opens her mouth in shock, she hadn’t expected him to really be that close, watching it squirt out onto himself and pool on the sheets under them. She almost moans when it soaks her pants and Satoru trembles, trying to stop himself, his pussy clenching.
“No- no- I’m sorry- I’m sorry, mommy! I didn’t mean to, I was gonna go but it was an accident, I tried to hold it-“ He chokes on his sobs, his face more splotchy and pink with tears and snot pours from his nose, drool on his lips. Suguru bites back a satisfied grin.
She knew it would’ve been a nice sight to see him tremble like this, but she doesn’t want to show it just yet. “How disgusting, Satoru. You made a big mess for me to clean up. If only you knew how to listen.” She fakes a sigh and pulls out her phone, and Satoru shakes his head.
“No! W-what are you doing, you-“
Suguru snaps a picture and pockets her phone. “I’ll show Shoko if you forget again.” She warns, and Satoru sobs, trying to push away from her.
How bratty.
He just knows Shoko doesn’t indulge in his weird kinks like she does.
“Nuh uh, come back here.” She tugs him roughly back towards her, his bony hips pressing into her hands. She traps him right back under her, his eyes wide and desperate, even though the piss has gotten uncomfortably cold.
She can only imagine Satoru is freezing, soaking wet and naked, his body is shivering like crazy.
“You’ve been a bad boy, Satoru. You have to learn your lessons, you’re lucky I’m willing to teach you. I could just let you embarrass yourself in front of everyone.” She says, and she grabs Satoru, flipping him over so he’s face down in his own urine.
“I’m sorry, mommy!” He cries, and he tries to move his face away from the wetness. “I’ll be a good boy now, I will! I promise!” He sobs, trying to look at Suguru but he can’t. She’s not sure if this is part of the act anymore or not, or if he’s just slipped like he very easily does.
Satoru loves to act weak and helpless when it’s just the two of them. Still, she can’t help but feel giddy. She loves Satoru more than anything, his childish and spoiled attitude never bothered her as much as it did with other people.
The strongest sorcerer, in a puddle of his own piss underneath her, calling her mommy.
She feels special that she gets to be the only one to see Satoru like this.
“Then why don’t you take your punishment like a good boy, maybe I’ll go easy on you.” She suggests, and Satoru nods, giving up. Suguru smacks his ass hard, and Satoru yells into the soaking sheets. “You’re taking it so well for mommy, Satoru~” She gets down close to his ear, giving him a kiss.
“Imagine how pathetic you’d look if you did this in front of anyone else. Would you want that? You’re lucky I still love you.” She says, though Satoru could do anything and she’d still love him, so she starts petting his hair gently.
Satoru nods. “Mmmph… ‘Toru sorry…” He says brainlessly. He doesn’t even think about what she’s saying anymore.
Suguru just urges him to arch his back more, and she spreads his pussy open with her middle and index fingers, grabbing her cock with her other hand. She strokes herself a few times as she watches how sloppy Satoru’s pussy has gotten.
“What a slutty little thing you are, Satoru. Getting off on being humiliated by mommy.”
She gives his ass another teasing slap and pushes her cock in, Satoru thrashing under her at the resistance but not telling her to stop. He doesn’t say anything actually, and he just whimpers as he feels himself uncomfortably stretch around Suguru’s dick without his usual preparation.
“There, there, Satoru. You see, I know you can be a good boy for me.” She says, petting his hair as she completes her thrust in, her hips flush against his ass, cock buried into his cunt. She reaches her hand around and grabs his clit, rolling it between her fingers.
“S-Suguru! Please… I can’t- ngghhh~ mommy you’re hurting me…” He whimpers, and Suguru rolls her eyes. Satoru could vaporize her on the spot if he really felt like he was in danger.
“So spoiled, learning your lesson isn’t supposed to be comfortable Satoru.” She says, and she moves her hand up and presses her fingertips into the outline of her cock in Satoru’s abdomen. Satoru moans and wiggles at the feeling.
“But…” Satoru finally looks at her, his bottom lip stuck out and eyes teary. “Why would you wanna be so mean to me…” He sniffles, his hands clenching the sheets. He looks beautiful with his ass up and pussy on her cock.
“You aren’t gonna make me feel bad for going hard on you. I do it because I love you, you know this.”
And Satoru grins, breaking his pitiful act.
She’ll have him right back to begging sure enough, giving him a rough thrust that slams against his cervix, making him choke on whatever retort he had, a silent scream giving him a lewd expression just for her. He drools into his own piss.
“Ah, you know I hate having to punish you. Maybe if you learned, I wouldn’t have to do this. You’ll probably still cum anyway since you’re such a slut for anything mommy gives you.” She angles her hips, thrusting roughly again, hitting the same spot.
“Nghh~ ah! S-Suguru- so full- pleaseee~” He starts to cry again, each thrust pushing a slutty moan from him. Suguru slaps his already flushed ass, admiring how easy it is to bruise him. She fucks into him as Satoru mewls and whines into the sheets, cunt clenching and leaking pathetically.
She gives Satoru the silent treatment, working on pleasing herself. Just the way Satoru likes it. He’s always been a mommy’s boy. She knows Satoru will cum anyway, he always loves being used.
“S-Suguru… hah, nghhh please… need more, m-mommy~” He whines, his voice hoarse as the bed rocks into the wall with each thrust. She huffs, letting out a whine of her own. He’s so damn tight, it’s driving her crazy.
“Such a good boy for me,” She coos, folding herself a bit so she can push on his back and feel her cock in his belly a little better. He whines pathetically, drooling more into the already soaked sheets. Something about her being nearly fully clothed while he is completely bare makes her heart hammer in her chest.
Desperate little thing he is.
“M’ so close, mommy~” He cries, white lashes squeezing shut as he clenches even tighter. She can feel tears in her eyes at how close she is, hitting his cervix harder and watching him sob into his own piss. She feels him squirt around her dick and she grins.
“You still got more in there, hm?” She wants to sound cocky, but instead her voice wobbles and she’s breathless. Satoru whines, his hair dampened and looking silver, sticking to his forehead with his own urine and sweat. “You look so pathetic.” She squeezes out.
She buries herself deep as she can reach, squeezing his tummy so she can feel him fill up from her. She lets out a moan that sounds almost as desperate as Satoru’s. “How do you like that? You’re such a good boy, letting mommy make a mess of you.” She pants.
He’s crying when she pulls out but she immediately flips him over and scoops him into her arms. She replaces her fingers into his hole, making sure to fuck her cum back into him. She giggles as Satoru hides his eyes, moving his hips against her fingers like he needs more.
They’re both soaked but Satoru is all messy, cum leaking from his womb just to get fucked back in by her fingers.
“You’re filthy now, Satoru.” She kisses his forehead, her fingers still plugging him up. “Let’s take a bath, okay? Nice clean sheets too.” She watches his eyelashes flutter, his usual paleness covered in pink splotches that are just too endearing.
“M’kay…” He sighs, his chest still heaving.
What a mess her boy is.