Mommy

Author's Note: WARNING FOR ADULT/TEEN RELATIONSHIPS AND DUBCON!!! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!

Denji thrashed under the light covers. His heart raced as sweat poured down his skin. A shuddering gasp escaped him as he shot upwards. His dirty blond hair clung to his skin from all the sweat that oozed from his pores. He felt hot. He felt ice cold.

“Denji, Denji, Denji, are... are you alright?” a soft voice called out from beside him.

He swallowed as he nearly snapped his neck from how quickly he turned towards the owner of the voice. Moe Nagamine, a sweet matronly young devil hunter who was contracted under the Motherhood Devil. Her pale pink hair shone in the bright moonlight that poured in through the slightly dusty window almost like a halo. His pulse was already going a mile a minute. Still, he was sure that his heart would have raced at the sight of the older woman. Slowly, she sat up and wrapped her arms around him.

“You’re trembling,” she whispered before pressing a kiss to his temple. “Come here. It’ll be okay, my sweet boy.”

Denji swallowed as he let himself fall into her tight embrace. Moe was so soft. So warm. Something panged inside his chest as his face rested atop her heavy, slightly sagging chest. The scent of her soap and lotion clouded his senses. He swallowed again as his eyes fluttered closed. She stroked his wild, sweaty locks as she kissed his hairline. Comfort washed over him. It was like spending time with Miss Makima. That earlier unknown emotion swirled into guilt that rang throughout his chest as he thought about his superior.

Was he betraying her by hanging out and literally sleeping with Moe?

Maybe.

Still, Miss Makima was sweet enough to give him his first indirect kiss after the incident with Himeno. He grimaced at the memory. He could still taste the sour bitterness of vomit to this day.

“It’ll be alright,” Moe whispered in between kisses. “How are you feeling?”

“Better... I guess?” he murmured before burying his face in her soft chest. A soft sigh escaped him as his cheek squished against his eye. The comforting sound of her steady breath and her heart beat lulled him into a daze. His eyes lidded as her heart drummed inside her chest. Every time his eyes closed, flashes of his nightmare played out. A long groan escaped him as panic pulsed through his veins. “Ghh...”

“Did you want my help?” His eyes fluttered open at her question. Confusion washed across his face as he stared up at her. Her heavy breasts only slightly obscured his vision. She smiled at him. “You know... to help you sleep.”

“Yeah, sure,” he muttered.

She gently laid him down in her lap. Her nails lightly scratched his scalp as she softly sang. It was a melody that both felt foreign, alien even, and all too familiar. Eventually, his eyes closed as she leaned forward. Her heavy tits spilled onto his face. Warmth. Pressure. Comfort.

Then he felt a hand snake its way into his his underwear.

His eyes snapped wide open as Moe’s slim fingers wrapped around his cock. Blood rushed to his prick within seconds. A shuddering gasp escaped him as she pumped him. Like the song she whisper sang, it was too familiar and alien to him. Pleasure burned through his veins. Confusion rushed through his chest as he stared up at her. Her song stopped when she noticed the intensity of his gaze.

“Denden?” Her head tilted to the side. “Anything wrong, baby boy?”

Words were caught in his throat as she continued to stroke him off. Though, the only thoughts running through his frazzled mind were things along the lines of ‘She’s touching my wiener!’. His eyes rolled back as a groan slipped past his lips. Soon, all Denji could do was moan and writhe on her lap. Pants filled the air as his hips thrust into her snug grip. Precum leaked from his tip and rolled down his shaft in steady streams.

The only thing that’d make this moment better is if it was with Miss Makima instead.

Guilt panged through his chest once more.

“M-Ma...” he gasped out, struggling to finish his thought. “Ma...Ma...”

“O-oh...” Moe’s lips curled into a smile. “You can call me Mama if you really want to.”

“Huh?”

She tilted her head to the side once again. Yet her hand didn’t stop. “That’s what you meant, right?”

He swallowed.

“...M-Ma...”

God, this was so fucked up.

“Keep... keep goin’, Mama.”

Her strokes grew faster and her grip firmer. With her free hand, Moe tugged up her shirt. Her tits, her heavenly fucking tits, spilled onto Denji’s face. Every stroke made her chest bounce and jiggle in a way that he couldn’t see but definitely felt against his cheeks. Pants fell from his lips before he captured a nipple between them. Pure instinct took over. He suckled on her tits as if his life depended on it. Shaky, breathy moans escaped the older woman as the teen licked and suckled the stiff bud. Shudders wracked her body as her strokes grew sloppier and needier.

A warm sweetness flooded Denji’s mouth. Once more, his eyes fluttered open in surprise as her milk flowed into his mouth. Idle memories of her complaining about her chest and milk played in the back of her mind but he paid them no mind. He never dreamt of something, anything, like this happening to him. His cock throbbed at the thought of Miss Makima doing this with him. Milk and all.

His hips snapped upwards as Moe’s already tight grip grew all the tighter. It was almost too much. His balls smacked noisily against her hand as he imagined Miss Makima tending to him. Confusion and shame swirled inside his gut before being snuffed out by the pure pleasure he experience.

The world faded to white and then black. Cum spurted from his prick and coated his stomach and Moe’s hand. His voice rang out through his room, probably loud enough for Power and Aki to hear in the next rooms, before he felt his eyes lid once again.

“I love you,” Moe whispered. Her voice could barely be heard over the sound of his beating heart.

“...Love ya too, Miss... Makima...” he whispered before succumbing to a restful sleep.