August was still too cold to move but in his cold haze he could feel hands on his body. “Momma?” he wanted to call but his mouth wouldn’t open. The hands combed through his hair like Momma but… if it was Momma she would warm him up. Wrap him in blankets, burn some wood in the stove, cradle his head in her arms.
As one hand continued to pet his hair, another trailed down his chest and stomach, coming to rest, fingers lightly ghosting over the slit that hid his dicks.
Ah. That would certainly warm him. Would it be better than blankets? Well if Momma thought so then it must be. Warmth pooled in his belly enough for him to squirm but not enough yet for him to do anything more. She was only stroking one of his dicks which was odd for her.
A finger swiped into his mouth but was gone before he could suck on it. His head rocked to the side as he tried to chase the finger. He wanted to open his eyes and see his Momma but he could barely get his eyelids to budge, the flutter only enough to send tears rolling to his temples. For a brief moment a cool hand cupped the side of his face but just as quickly it was gone, leaving August to whimper at the lack of comfort. Had he done something wrong? He couldn’t remember.
And that hand was still stroking only one of his dicks. No other points of contact made it feel painfully focused and rough. It took longer than it should as well but eventually he spilled over his stomach. That one point of contact was immediately taken away. A finger scooped up some of the spend on his stomach and then he felt nothing but cold.
“Momma?” he half-called, half-sobbed.
“She’ll be here soon.” An unfamiliar voice said just before the cold pulled him under again.
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