Meeting Hoshoka Ch 09

Greetings, readers! Welcome to another chapter of Hoshoka's story; as I've said before, I'm seat-of-the-pantsing everything with this. I have no outline, no overall plan, just sitting at the keyboard and pouring my kinks onto the page. I've been listening to a lot of "Mommy" ASMR lately and that's definitely influenced this chapter, especially the first section, but it plays well with Hoshoka's playfully dominant "Mama" side I think. Also one of my best friends has been reading this as I go and she requested more "Dave orally pleasures Hoshoka while she sits and enjoys a drink" action, so this is for her. Enjoy!

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I awoke with a start; the bedroom was completely dark and I could hear rain beating against the window outside. A powerful arm tugged the covers more closely around me, and Hoshoka's smoky voice whispered in my ear:

"Shhh, it's okay, sweet boy. Just a thunderstorm rolling in. Nothing to worry about."

I snuggled into her arm.

"Did it wake you too, Mama?" I asked.

"Mmhmm," she murmured as a flash of lightning briefly illuminated the room; the roll of thunder came almost immediately after, loud enough that the entire house seemed to rattle.

"Big one tonight," she continued as the echoes died down. "Right overhead, too. I think it'll keep us up for a while."

Hoshoka pulled me in closer, hugging me tightly against her breasts; the Bulma T-shirt she was wearing was stretched tight across her chest, the fabric ultra-soft from repeated washings.

"We'll just have to find some way to pass the time while we wait for the storm to die down," she mused softly. "Are you feeling up for some fun?"

I thought about it, but my cock was still sore from our lovemaking earlier; there was no way I was getting hard for at least another few hours. I told her as much, and I felt her body shift against mine, pressing more of herself against me.

"Truth be told, sweet boy..." she purred, "I think I might still be sated from earlier as well. Why don't we forget about sex until morning, then? We can just cuddle like this...would my sweet boy enjoy that?"

"I would love that, Mama," I replied. "You've been the big spoon a lot lately; would you like me to hold you for a while?"

Hoshoka for quiet for a moment; her large hand caressed my back absently during that moment, coming to rest on the small of my back as she finally spoke. "You know...I would love that, sweet boy. Thank you."

She released her hold on me, and the bedframe squeaked as she rolled over, kicking her feet to rearrange the bottom of the covers before scooting back against me. Her wide hips pressed warmly against my pelvis; despite wearing the T-shirt, she was bottomless as usual. I wrapped my arms around her stomach and rubbed my face against her back.

"Such a wonderfully warm teddy bear," she mused, wriggling back even more closely into my embrace. "This is so nice..."

Another peal of thunder echoed; Hoshoka shivered slightly in my arms as it rolled overhead.

"This is the first thunderstorm I've spent in a nice, warm house," she murmured. "I couldn't tell you how many I spent sheltering in caves, under trees or in farmer's barns before this. Warm...dry...cozy...safe. It's nice, it's...un-oni-like, I suppose."

"Un-oni-like?" I asked. "What does that mean?"

Hoshoka took her time answering. Finally she said, "We're taught to be so tough, so hard; to reject anything soft and tender. To reject anything comfortable, even as we pursue hedonism and excess. Why have soft clothing when we can just wrap an animal skin around our crotches? Why spend the winters in a warm house with a soft bed, when we can sleep on rocks in the snow? It extends to how we view and treat each other, as well. Our relationships with other oni range from beating the shit out of each other to fucking the shit out of each other. Even parental relationships among oni are...stern. Unyielding. About teaching our cubs to grow up to be tough and aggressive. Five hundred years ago, I might have looked enviously at a human family gathered around a warm fire on a winter's night; but it wouldn't have occurred to me that I could have that sort of emotional warmth. The sort of warmth I have now, with you."

She scooted down the bed a little, allowing me to nuzzle her shoulders. My hands were now right under her breasts, and I unwrapped my arms from around her in order to better rub her back and shoulders.

"The respect and thoughtfulness," Hoshoka commented. "An oni would have grabbed my tits and squeezed in that moment. I probably would have broken his jaw in response, but I wouldn't have viewed it as anything other than the natural order of things. Funny how things - how people - change. How I've changed."

"I'm glad I've gotten to meet the new you," I said softly. "Five hundred years ago you would have just eaten me cock-first and forgotten about me."

"I still could," she said lazily, "don't underestimate your Mama." She yawned suddenly, and turned her head to glance back at me, her eyes faintly glowing.

"I thought about it, you know," she purred. "That first night. You fell asleep on me and I considered just wolfing you down. I could have just unhinged my jaw and swallowed you whole if I wanted to. But you...YOU, my sweet boy, had to be so fucking nice with me. You made me cum, you talked with me over drinks, something no human has ever done before I might add...So you earned your way out of my belly. Plus, I would have had to deal with your car, it would have been a whole mess of a situation."

I could feel the giggle she was trying valiantly to suppress.

"You passed out drunk before you could eat me, and I bought you chicken and waffles in the morning," I said.

"Two things can be true," Hoshoka replied with exaggerated defensiveness.

Yawning again, she reached up to tug my arms back around her.

"The backrub is nice," she continued, "but Mama wants to be held."

"Doesn't being held make you the teddy bear?" I asked as I hugged her close, my hands cupping her belly.

"Nuh uh," she mumbled as she nestled back into my arms. "You're always the teddy bear. It's the rules."

"Mmm," I murmured thoughtfully, nuzzling her neck and burying my face in her silky hair. "Well, if it's the rules, I guess I have to abide by it."

We lay snuggled together in silence for probably 20 minutes or so, before hearing another rumble of thunder, sounding further away now. Hoshoka's hands came to rest over mine.

"Sounds like the storm's moving away," she said sleepily.

"You're yawning a lot, Mama. Ready to fall back asleep?" I asked.

"Nah," she replied. "Gonna party all night long. Besides, I'm not yawning, you're yawning."

She shifted a little, and I realized she was stifling another yawn. But the damage was done; I tried to stifle my own, but a yawn escaped my mouth. In that moment, Hoshoka pounced.

Metaphorically. But still.

"See, I told you," she said primly. "I'm not yawning, you're yawning. My sweet boy must be so tired, hmmm? A full day of schoolwork and ChowDashing, followed by giving his loving Mama the absolutely masterful sort of fucking she requires to sate her incredible libido...and then woken up by that storm...I guess that Mama is just going to have to lull her sweet boy back to sleep, isn't she? Roll over, my little teddy bear. It's your turn to be the little spoon."

She wiggled out of my embrace and I rolled over, turning my back to her. I felt her shift in the bed and sit up, and heard a rustle of fabric and Hoshoka grunt softly. She lay back down and spooned up behind me, and I felt the bare, hot skin of her stomach press against my bare back. She'd taken her shirt off, and was now fully nude against me.

"I know what my sweet boy needs to be able to fall back asleep," Hoshoka purred in my ear. "Lift your head a little, and lean back."

I did as she asked, and leaned back...directly into the valley between her huge, soft breasts. She guided me back, gently sandwiching my head between them.

"My sweet boy needs some extra warm, soft pillows to sleep on," Hoshoka mused softly, her voice muffled by the sheer volume of boob covering my ears. "Doesn't he? Nice big pillows that smell like Mama to cradle his beautiful sweet head...Nothing could be more comfortable than that, right? Oh...except for one thing that could make it better...Can you hear Mama's heartbeat, sweet boy? Her heart drumming away with love for you? Let that be your lullaby, my sweet boy..."

I could hear her heart beating, a calm, rhythmic thump-thump in my ears, drowning out the last echoes of the thunderstorm outside. Her slow, steady breathing caused her breasts to rise and fall around me; between the warmth of her body and the soothing sound of her heartbeat, I could feel my eyelids getting heavier and heavier.

Hoshoka wrapped an arm around me, resting her hand on my chest.

"I can feel my sweet boy's heartbeat too..." she said softly, more to herself than to me. "My wonderful, handsome sweet boy, always looking out for me...always taking such good care of his Mama...teddy...bear? Mama Bear? Is that a phrase? Oh well, I can always ask you tomorrow, sweet boy..."

She paused for a moment, and the last thing I heard as my eyelids slammed shut and sleep overtook me was Hoshoka beginning to sing softly (to herself? To me? I'm not sure), something in Japanese that sounded very tender.

***

I woke up the following morning on top of Hoshoka; she'd rolled over on to her back at some point after we'd fallen asleep, and her arms had been locked so tightly around me that she just brought me with her. I guess I really was her teddy bear. Her breasts were no longer sandwiching my head, gravity and the change in position pulling them in opposite directions. She was snoring away, arms still wrapped around my midsection; my shorts were half-tugged down and the fabric was being strained by my morning wood.

I decided to just lay quietly in Hoshoka's arms as long as I could; since we'd both lost sleep in the night to the thunderstorm, I didn't want to wake her any earlier than I needed to. My erection was not subsiding, instead throbbing greedily just inside my waistband, eager to be played with. I'd gotten conditioned to having some sort of morning release with Hoshoka, whether it was a blowjob, a titjob or full blown fucking, so my cock was definitely expecting attention. I did my best to ignore it.

After a little while, Hoshoka snorted herself awake mid-snore. As she yawned and smacked her lips a few times, I said my good mornings to her.

"Oh! My teddy bear is awake, is he? Well, good morning to you my sweet boy! Did you sleep well in Mama's arms?" She said, still yawning and beginning to stretch.

"I did Mama, thank you," I told her.

"Mmm, and thank you, sweet boy, for that lovely cuddle session last night," she replied. "I kind of like having you on top of me like this...like an extra-heavy warm blanket. So cozy!" She giggled a little bit as she relaxed her grip around my midsection...and her hand brushed my erect cock.

"Oh!" Hoshoka said, and I could hear the feral grin in her voice. "Someone is extra awake this morning, aren't they?"

She daintily took hold of the waistband of my shorts and pulled them down, allowing my hard cock to spring free. The air hit my cock so bracingly, I knew I must have been leaking precum all over myself as I lay in her arms.

Hoshoka's hand wrapped lovingly around my shaft, her thumb rubbing lightly over the head.

"I've gotten used to our morning sessions," I said, a little sheepishly, "so my cock just went 'it's morning, we're making love soon!'"

Hoshoka chuckled warmly. "I don't think this beautiful, fat cock of yours is going to want to wait any longer, sweet boy," she purred. She tightened her grip slightly and began to stroke me, her hand moving in a slow arc, up and down.

"Such a good, sweet boy," she murmured in my ear, "I'm so proud of you for not touching your hard, aching cock before Mama woke up. And on top of that, you were such a good teddy bear for Mama last night during the storm. So Mama's going to give you an extra, extra good reward this morning. Would my sweet boy like that?"

Her touch was incredible; all I could do was nod in response and moan.

Hoshoka paused, relaxing her grip; I couldn't help but make a little needy noise in the back of my throat.

"My sweet boy deserves to be lubed up for this," she purred, reaching out to grab the bottle off the night stand. She poured out a generous drizzle of lube over my cock.

"Take the bottle, and lube up Mama's fingers too," she instructed me, and I happily did so, lubing up the index and middle fingers of her right hand; with her left, she took the bottle back and returned it to the night stand.

Her left hand closed around my slick cock and began to slowly pump me.

"Open your legs for Mama," she whispered in my ear. I obeyed, spreading my legs wider and putting my feet on the bed for support. Her right hand slid down, cupping my balls, feeling the weight and motion of my sack for a moment.

"Someone's very full this morning," she mused. "Good, that will make this even hotter for both of us."

Her right hand slid lower, and I felt one lubed up finger swirl over my asshole.

"Mama's going to make sure you start today milked utterly bone dry," she whispered. "After all, I can't let you be seduced by that cute girl at the doughnut shop, can I? My sweet, precious boy needs to know his cock...his heavy, sexy balls...and every drop of cum he can produce all belong to Mama...fuck, all of him belongs to Mama...from now until the end of time..."

She eased a finger into my ass. She began to slowly slide it in and out, keeping in rhythm with her hand pumping my cock. I moaned.

"That's my good boy," she purred. "Doesn't that feel good? Having Mama stroke your fat cock while she teases your...prostate? We always just called this the 'Button' back in the day...Mama's so happy to do this for you...all you have to do is relax and enjoy this..."

I was already almost totally limp in her embrace; I wasn't sure how much more relaxed I could get. She was keeping her touch slow and light enough to tease, not to get me off. If she wanted to make me cum she could do it with two strokes, but she wanted to tease and torment me, drawing my pleasure out as long as she could.

"Don't worry," she continued, "Mama's not going to press your button just yet. Not just yet. She wants to make this last for my beautiful, sweet boy...with his gorgeous, thick body, all nice and hairy for Mama...fuck, Dave, you are fucking sexy...and I'm enjoying this view...looking down your sexy chest and belly to see your cock, rock hard as my hand slides up and down it....mmmmphhhh..."

She swallowed back drool, and said "I might need to finish you off faster than I wanted...this view is better than I anticipated...fucking sexy, sexy human..."

Her finger began to pump in and out of my ass more urgently, dancing perilously close to pressing in on my prostate; at the same time, her strokes on my cock became firmer, less hesitant. I moaned and squirmed under the dual-attack, but she held firm; there was no escape from the prostate milking she had in store for me.

"That's it," Hoshoka whispered, "That's my good boy. Tell Mama what a good boy you are."

"Mmmph..." I began, "I-I'm Mama's good boy,"

"Say it again, Dave. Make Mama believe it."

"I'm Mama's good boy." It was getting harder to make words. I felt like I could feel all the blood in my body pooling at the base of my cock, ready to nourish an overpowering orgasm.

"Such a good boy," Hoshoka cooed, pushing her finger deeper, letting the tip just brush my prostate. I gasped and whined, but could barely hear myself over the sound of lube and precum churning as she pumped my cock.

"There's something my good boy needs to do," Hoshoka said, her voice dripping with arousal and amusement.

"Wh-wh-what?" I managed.

"My good boy needs to cum," she whispered in my ear, her hands picking up speed and urgency. I felt her middle finger ease into my ass to join the fun. My hips were bucking now.

I gasped - moaned - wailed. The first rope of cum spurted hard, arcing through the air, the second and third spurts joining it before it splashed across my chest. On my face. I squirmed and moaned as she kept pumping my cock, even as the long, airborne jets of cum gave way to shorter spurts and finally dribbling.

Hoshoka refused to accept that I was done though. She kept stroking my overstimulated cock, her fingers still buried in my ass; my whole body was shaking like a newborn fawn and I couldn't see the room around me from how many stars were floating in my vision.

"There's still more in there," Hoshoka told me, her fingers pressing into my prostate. "Give it to Mama. Fuck your refractory period, cum for Mama again."

I couldn't respond. All I could do was tremble and squirm and whimper; I wanted to beg her to ease up but I couldn't make words.

I wailed as I felt my cock spurting again; my whole body was spasming as she milked a second orgasm out of me. I thought I was going to pass out.

"Such a good boy," Hoshoka whispered in my ear. "Such a good, cummy boy for Mama. You gave Mama so much and she's so proud of you. No,no, don't try to move; just rest and recover your strength for a few minutes."

So I just lay there, limp in her arms; my cock and balls ached, my ass was tender, but I couldn't move and there was nothing I could do about it anyways. I just kind of basked in Hoshoka's loving attentiveness.

"Does Mama's good boy feel strong enough for her to move him off her?" She asked softly after a few minutes, nuzzling the top of my head. I thought about it for a moment, and nodded.

"Good. Then Mama will get you all nice and cleaned up."

She eased me to one side, sliding me off of her and on to the bed. I felt so limp and noodle-limbed that I had a vague thought that she could have just used a spatula to shift me. Once I was flat on my back on the bed, Hoshoka sat up, stretched her arms out over her head, and looked at me with a very wide grin.

"That was so fucking hot!" she squealed excitedly. "Thank you for letting me milk you like that, sweet boy." All I could do was smile and nod. The cum splattered across my face, chest and belly was starting to cool - a fact that Hoshoka seemed very aware of.

"I'll get you cleaned up," she purred, and dipping her head low she began to lick my cum off of me. Her long blue tongue coiled and slithered over my bare skin like a snake, lapping up each puddle of jism with unrestrained joy. She started just above my cock and worked her way north, and when she reached my collarbone she took my face in her hands and passionately kissed the farthest-reaching spatters of cum off of me.

Satisfied that she'd gotten the last of my cum, she daubed at the drying lube around my cock with a towel; with a slight frown she told me that would require a shower later to get me totally clean. I just nodded, my eyes feeling heavy again.

With a warm smile, Hoshoka kissed me again.

"Don't worry about getting doughnuts, Dave. I think you've earned a nap; I'll order us some breakfast and wake you when it arrives," she told me sweetly.

***

I don't remember falling back asleep, but I woke to the smell of hot food. Hoshoka was sitting on the edge of the bed, watching me with a sly smile on her face. She'd put the T-shirt she'd worn to bed back on, along with a pair of shorts that would have been skimpy on a woman half her size. She swirled an extra-large iced coffee in her hand and took an exaggeratedly tiny sip.

"Good morning again, sweet boy," she said with a giggle. "Did you have a good nap after Mama milked you?"

"Mmm, I think I did," I replied, still waking up.

"Good! I've got chicken and waffles here for you to enjoy. My sweet boy is going to need to get his strength up!" She grinned wider as she pushed a to-go container of food my way.