Chapter 6: The Reward

Alex burst into Lisa’s room waving the report card like a victory flag, lungs burning from the sprint upstairs. The B+ average stared back at him in crisp black ink—proof of a month of torment and discipline he never knew he had. His cock was already stirring, half-hard from the mere promise in her earlier words.

Lisa stood waiting in a short floral sundress that skimmed her toned thighs, bedroom door already locked, lights dimmed to a soft golden glow that painted her skin in warm hues. She took the paper from his trembling hands, reading it slowly, her full lips curving into a smile that blended proud mother with wicked lover.

“You earned this, baby boy. All month I teased you ... now Mommy’s going to give you everything you’ve been dreaming about.”

She pulled him onto the bed, the mattress dipping under their combined weight. Alex’s heart hammered so hard he felt it in his throat. This was the moment. After weeks of aching denial, after every stolen glance and denied touch, it was finally here.

Lisa hiked the sundress up around her waist with both hands, revealing the pink cotton panties underneath—already darkened at the center from her growing arousal. She climbed onto the bed on all fours, then turned gracefully and lowered herself onto his face in one smooth motion. Full weight. The heat enveloped him instantly, her soft cheeks settling over his nose and mouth like a living mask. The thin pink fabric pressed down, warm and damp, molding perfectly to the shape of her swollen lips.

Alex inhaled sharply. The intimate feminine aroma flooded his senses—rich, velvety, carrying the deep personal essence that had haunted his dreams for thirty days. It was thicker now, sweeter from the day’s quiet buildup, the cotton soaked through in a wide, slick patch that left his lips glistening. He licked eagerly through the material, tongue dragging flat against the soaked gusset, tasting the faint salt of her skin mixed with that warm, living dew. Lisa ground slowly, hips rolling in lazy circles, the weight of her body pinning him deliciously in place.

“Smell how wet Mommy got thinking about you all month,” she murmured, voice husky with affection and command. Her hands braced on the headboard as she rocked, the fabric growing slicker with every pass. “Now recite every grade you earned, baby. Out loud. Let Mommy hear how hard you worked while you breathe her in.” Alex’s voice came muffled and desperate against the warm cotton as he listed them between hungry licks—B+ in math, B in English, B+ in history—each word vibrating straight into her soaked gusset while she smothered him for long, full minutes, grinding harder with every correct mark. Alex’s cock throbbed untouched against his shorts, leaking steadily, the denied need from the past weeks making every sensation sharper. He sucked the cotton into his mouth, drawing more of her essence onto his tongue, the taste blooming creamy and intimate, coating his throat with pure Lisa. The prolonged facesitting left his hair and cheeks drenched in her slickness by the time she finally shifted.