more mitsuya momcon!

tw noncon dubcon mommy kink incest smut

he cries and tells her he needs more of her attention so every night he’s pleased when she holds him and coos at him, like how they were when it was just the two of them. and with every night he’d get away with being more and more touchy, he tells himself it’s because he missed her so much, the skinship, a mother’s warmth, he deserves this. and does our sweet mitsuya feel guilty about being demanding of his poor overworked mama? not really, because there’s still that flash of spite in him because she left him with his sisters.

does the attraction scare him? not really, it doesn’t even register as attraction to him at first. she’s pretty and soft and smells nice and spoils him and that’s why he loves her, it’s always been this way, so he doesn’t feel really weird. he also doesn’t get why he doesn’t really like girls his age, they’re kind of selfish and dumb, not like mommy.

but sometimes he finds himself thinking about her as he cums and he tried bringing it up to draken once, if it was wrong, and the blond said something about primal instincts and hormones so he supposes this is fine.

but he knows that mommy thinks it’s wrong though. can feel her hesitate sometimes and that always hurts so much. he doesn’t like it, does touching him disgust her so much? is that why she’s never around? and because she’s mommy she can read every thought that flits through his face and she hugs him with all the force of her regrets. and if he turns his face while she’s kissing him so that lips touch she doesn’t say anything, scared to upset him even more.

like this he thinks he can get away with anything, so she’s surprised when he asks. asks if he can suck on her tits, words rolling off his tongue casually as if she hasn’t noticed how intently he stares at them every night.

she squeaks out a why, and mitsuya just fixes her with that look. as if she didn’t know he lost sleep chasing after his sisters to drop off their lunches, their homework they left, everything. yeah. ok. he can have this.

and she can see his smirk even in the dark, when he latches onto her and she lets out a moan. it’s been so long, and it feels so good.

sucking on her tits progress to him rutting against her, him manhandling her so she fits perfectly just the way he wants her, the few times he overpowers her with his strength.

some nights he doesn’t even talk, just drags her onto the bed and latches on, rutting between her thighs until they chafe. on bad days he kisses her rough, teeth cutting into her lips.

and when she tries to say something he’ll just sadly look at her, “Isn’t mommy supposed to take care of baby? You’re always gone momma, I missed you, so, much.”

also it’s been a while since she does any chores properly but whenever mitsuya cums in his sheets, momma always washes them first thing in the morning

mitsuya momcon 1

TW NONCON MOMMY KINK DUBCON INCEST 18+

Mitsuya loves his mom, he sees how hard she works to provide for all of them, and he knows she loves her too. it’s just so hard on some days, his sisters are more grown now but today he’s just getting a headache.

It’s just he sees her so rarely that she seems more like a stranger some days. So it’s easy to write off his attraction to her. He has an eye for art, and even though she’s worked a 12 hour shift, she’s still gorgeous. her smile makes his heart stutter.

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One night he’d broken down when she got home, unable to pretend to be asleep like he always does when she comes into his room to check over him. The way she’d stroke his cheek, brush her hand over his hair, looking at him so sadly in the dark. That used to be enough, but everything’s been so hard and he knows he’s a big boy, he’s the oldest, but he needs more than this.

The sound she made when he gripped at her wrist so suddenly, she didn’t realize how much her little boy had grown up, he’s so strong now.

His lilac eyes sharpening under the cold moonlight and his lips turning downward into one of his deep disapproving frowns. He takes in her breath hitching at the sight of him and he breaks, his chin wobbling more and more with each second.

“Momma,” he whispers, voice hoarse, and oh, her boy is upset, and he pulls her, yanks her almost and cries into her shirt. She’s stiff at first, but the moment her arms are around him it’s like he’s a little kid again, crying over a scuffed knee and he’s enveloped in her warm embrace. She tightens her grip, more confident now, she rubs his back like the way she used to.

“Takashi,” she says.

But it’s wrong, It feels so wrong. Mitsuya shakes his head and cries harder.

He wants her to call him baby again, her sweet boy, her little angel, all the syrupy sweet pet names she’d lovingly called him back then. He tells her so, stuttering through sniffles and whines. He pulls her down and tries to crawl into her lap, he might have grown but he’s still not that broad yet, and he manages.

He hears her chuckle above her but she nods, and coos at him like he wanted.

“Baby what’s wrong? What made my little angel so upset?”

It’s not his job to answer though and he snuggles in closer in response. She spoils him for a while but she has to go to bed soon. When she tries to slip out from under him he catches on quickly and pins her down.

“Stay,” he says. “I already put Luna and Mana to bed, you don’t need to go check on them. Sleep here tonight.”

She’s about to decline, he’s too old for this, she might wake him up too early when she has to get up for work, but his eyes look wet and oh god they’re eye-level now, he really did grow up so quickly, when was the last time she did anything for him? He brings her hand up to his cheek, so she can feel how wet they are, and yeah ok, she can do this, just for tonight.

He’s even touchier under the covers. She’s so soft and pliant, he’s missed this, missed her, missed her holding him, missed being the only one she cared about, and he can’t say this out loud ever, and he gives a frustrated little kick at the blanket that his foot’s gotten tangled up in. She coos and straightens it out, scratches at his nape to soothe him. 

Mitsuya settles in, head tucked under her chin. His warm breaths fan over her boobs and if her toes curl because of it he pretends not to notice. And if he can feel how soft her thighs are through his boxers, he tucks that information away for later. But tonight he will be selfish, and get away with crying into her chest while making Mommy hold him close for the rest of the night.