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.
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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.
