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Aidan wakes to the sensation of wetness between his legs, but before he can process anything else, a tingle runs over his body and through his mind. It’s too strong and he’s too groggy to do anything but let it wash over him. He tries to get up, open his eyes, but he feels so hazy and heavy.
Another full-body shiver.
It feels so good, Aidan doesn’t even think twice about trying to resist it. He blinks, and focuses his gaze down the length of his body. The vee position his legs are in is clear, but the moving shape there isn’t. What is—
“Oh!”
The next one catches Aidan off guard, and he sinks back down into the bed as it pulses across his nerve endings. His mouth feels dry, but it’s so hard to keep it closed.
“God…”
He’d just wanted to take a short nap after washing up. Musical rehearsal today had focused on the choreography, and Aidan has always been more of a singer than a dancer. Still, he’d tried his best, and that meant sweat. Lots of it.
So of course when he came home, he had felt tired and dirty, and hopped in the shower first thing. It’d be a while yet until his mom got home, and he wouldn’t need to prep his part of dinner for a few hours.
Which means Aidan has no idea how long he’s been asleep for.
The boy tries to prop himself up on his elbows again, and manages despite the many shudders rolling across his body. He squeezes his eyes shut to give them a bit more moisture, and blearily attempts to identify his situation.
And there is Oliver, the family dog, burying his snout into Aidan’s crotch.
As another jolt of pleasure assaults him, he begins to put the pieces together. Aidan remembers he’d laid out a towel on the bed, not bothering to change into anything first. Not bothering to close the door. Not bothering to use a blanket.
Aidan is being eaten out by his fucking dog.
The realization shoots through him, and his stomach swoops. Then Oliver’s tongue glances by his dick again, and his pussy clenches pleasantly.
Wait, what the fuck?
“Ollie, stop-"
It’s impossible to tell if his voice even registers with the three year old border collie, because there’s no hesitation whatsoever. The dog continues lapping away at his prize, and Aidan finds his head beginning to buzz with pleasure. He tries to close his legs, but they just fall a little more open each time.
“Ahh…”
Every wet swipe against his dick, enlarged from his half-year on T, makes his eyes flutter, and it’s getting harder to hold back the noises building in his throat. It’s sick, to enjoy this, to give himself over to his enthusiastic, dumb dog, but it’s the kind of attention he’s been craving. No one else outside his family has spent this amount of time and focus on him before, at least, not since he came out.
“S... so good…”
Aidan knows he’s gay. He knows it. But even the gay guys at school aren’t interested in him, and he has yet to figure out why. It can’t be the fact that he’s trans—even other trans guys won’t give him the time of day. Dating apps can be dangerous, or pointless, and he’s not great at chatting online anyway. And his theater friends have only ever expressed platonic interest (though they’ll all date each other—whatever).
“Fuck.”
It’s been just him and Mom for a few years now. They’ve figured out how to make it work, the new half-unit with a backyard for Oliver and bathrooms for both of them, Aidan’s extracurriculars, and Mom’s late nights at work. The difficult situation has been a bonding opportunity, and now they’re closer than ever, but he’s still so lonely.
“Unhh, yes…”
So. Fucking. Lonely.
The insides of Aidan’s thighs are absolutely dripping, and he knows his pussy must be caked in drool and his own slick. He aims his hips upwards for a better angle, and can’t hold back a gasp when Oliver delves inside of him.
“Ollie, god…”
Still at the same persistent but lazy pace, the dog searches for every last drop of Aidan’s juices. The boy doesn’t have the energy to reach up and help him along, as the pleasure builds and wanes with endless waves. He lets his full body weight relax back into the bed, thighs falling apart even farther.
Whatever the dog wants from him, he can have.
Slam!
“Hey, Aidan, honey, I’m home! Did you start dinner?”
Oh, shit.
He can hear the keys being dropped on the entryway table, and her dress shoes clicking across the floor. Oliver doesn’t budge, and neither does Aidan.
The sound of a pot clattering onto the counter. “It’s okay if you didn’t get to it, but where are you?”
Aidan holds his breath, and hopes that… He doesn’t know what he hopes. He can’t put two thoughts together. His head lolls sideways on his pillow as the heat between his legs intensifies.
While he knows on an essential level that he doesn’t want Mom to find him like this, he also can’t stop the dog himself. Whether that’s because of the lethargy seeping into his muscles, or the blinding, addicting sensation of pleasure, he’s not sure anymore. The best-case scenario is that Oliver stops before she comes upstairs, and Aidan can just pretend to be sleeping. Mom’s seen him naked before as a child, it can’t be… too different.
Thumps on the stairs echo upwards and down the hall. His heart is beating so fast, and the tongue in his cunt feels so right.
Oliver pulls away when the stair at the top creaks, but doesn’t get off the bed just yet. His head cocks as he listens for a moment, drool hanging in a long line from his mouth. It breaks off to pool in the presented pussy, and Oliver focuses back as it does. He gives Aidan’s cunt one more lick, and disappears out the door and down the hall.
“Aww, hi Oliver, do you know where our silly boy is?”
Aidan screws his eyes shut. Maybe she won’t notice how wet he is. Maybe she’ll see he’s sleeping and leave him alone so he can recover. Maybe she’ll give up and go make herself dinner. Of course he’ll feel bad about it, but he’s completely useless right now.
“Aidan?”
He hears the door hinge whine as Mom pads into his room. She must have taken off her heels. Probably one of the pairs he’d helped pick out. He lies as still as he possibly can, trying to make his breathing deep and consistent. The fuzziness still hasn’t gone away. And with each breath it… gets a little stronger, and easier to breathe slower.
The bed beneath him dips. Why is she sitting down?
“Looks like my little prince fell asleep.” The smooth coolness of her hand sweeps across his forehead, pushing aside stray strands of hair, and Aidan has to put all of his focus into breathing to keep from leaning into it. “So tired out from his long day.”
Fur brushes by his feet, but he manages to push down the impulse to flinch away. He’s so relaxed, so calm. His breathing has almost synced up with the throbbing of his sopping wet pussy, somehow…
“What’s this?” A fingertip brushes through one of the globs of drool still drying on his inner thighs. “What have you been up to, sweetheart?”
Aidan doesn’t shiver. Doesn’t move. His eyelashes barely even flutter.
Then another weight settles on the mattress, and his dog’s tongue is cleaning up any and all fluid smeared around his center, twisting like the most luxurious ribbon between his walls.
He moans, openly.
“Oh,” she coos. “So it’s like that.”
His eyelids slowly drift apart to see his mother leaning over him from the side, peering down the length of his body at the debauchery before her. Her long, wavy hair is still up in its ponytail, and she’s still wearing her work clothes, so it’s clear she came straight to his room without stopping for much of anything. Aidan still can’t figure out why she’s not upset, or why she hasn’t left yet.
Mom slowly turns to look at him, and smirks when she locks eyes. “Well, good evening, sleepyhead. Did you have any fun dreams?”
The braincells he needs to construct a response just aren’t there, so he blinks instead. Suddenly, another filthy groan is ripped from his throat as Oliver's tongue swirls around his dick.
“Well,” she says, expression soft yet sharp at the same time, “looks like you couldn’t help yourself, hmm, honey? I know you haven’t brought anyone home since we moved, but this is what you resorted to?” Mom laughs the way she does when she’s beating Aidan at cards, watching a stupid rom-com together, or listening to him complain about the choir kids invading the theater department. That’s when her eyes sparkle.
Aidan is so focused on his mother that he doesn’t realize Oliver has stopped licking—until something large and searing hot bumps against his front hole. “Ah!”
Mom puts a hand between Oliver’s penis and Aidan’s weeping cunt, brushing the dog away from mounting him. “Now, Ollie, I’m not sure if he’s ready for that. We always have to check before we put anything new inside someone, common courtesy.”
The excitable border collie nuzzles her hand and slides off the bed, settling down in the corner to lick his paws.
Bringing back childhood memories, Mom gently hoists Aidan further up the bed, propping up the pillows before leaning him against them. Then she rests her palm against his forehead, like she’s checking his temperature. “How’re you doing? Can you talk?”
A few inarticulate noises roll out of his mouth, and he gives up trying to be coherent to sag into her touch. His pussy still feels amazing, but all of a sudden his body is cold, and Mom is warm. Aidan smiles a little.
“Okay, that’s a no. Later, though, you’ll have to tell me how this happened.” He can hear the grin in her voice. She takes her hand away, and Aidan almost falls over. “Whoa! Is someone just a spacey, snuggly boy right now?”
He manages an “mmhm” that comes out as a moan. Aidan flushes.
She puts a finger under his chin to align their gazes again, and studies his face for a moment. “You need to finish, don’t you?”
Aidan tries to look away, blinking rapidly as his pussy clenches and his hips jerk. Maybe if she can just grab his toy from the dresser, and go make dinner, he can orgasm and be done with this embarrassing night. Then they can watch a new episode of their favorite TV show and move the fuck on. Gods, how is he even going to act around her after this, knowing she’s seen him turned into a slut by his dog?
“Aidan.” Her tone makes his eyes snap back to hers. “Do you need to finish?”
“Hhhaa,” he whimpers, the thought alone intensifying his need.
“Do you need help, honey?”
His eyebrows furrow. Does she mean the dog? No, it can’t be. One of his toys, right? His tongue slips out of his open mouth as he nods dazedly. It’s so hard to focus on anything else. Mom will know what to do.
Her mouth quirks prettily, her lipstick outlining one of the features Aidan has avoided looking at too hard since their trip to the coast this summer. One of… several. Two months have passed by like molasses.
Images flash through his mind of Mom eating pineapple slices, sipping on her margarita, and lounging in her beach chair reading her book, bikini top hanging loosely around her neck. It’d been his first time going swimming without a shirt, and she decided to undo one set of strings in solidarity. No one was on this part of the beach on a Tuesday anyway, so no one else but him had to pretend not to notice how barely anything was being blocked from view.
He was… gay. He knew he was gay. No girl of any age had ever warranted a second look. Even before he knew he was a boy, he’d liked boys.
But every time Mom licked the salt off the rim of her drink, or sucked her lip into her mouth to stop the pineapple juice from dripping off her chin, or rested her hand on her collarbone, or started playing with the fabric on the bikini, pulling it forward just enough that Aidan could spy the edge of her nipple, he would have to fight to tear his eyes away.
Unbidden fantasies had poured through his head, and he’d sprinted down the beach into the surf, just to have an excuse for how wet he was becoming. But even the cold water couldn’t erase what he’d already seared into his brain. It was wrong… wasn’t it?
Then Aidan remembers last week, when he’d bought a new toy at the sex store while Mom looked for a new cardigan for fall. He had done his absolute best to hide it amongst his new button-downs and fuzzy green scarf, but Mom had given him a knowing wink upon meeting up at the food court. Did that mean she’d figured out what he purchased? Did she know now that he didn’t have anyone to do those sorts of things with?
And if Mom knows now, does she ever… think about him like that? Does she picture him using it on himself?
The thoughts continue to whirl inside his head, stoking the haze, making it even harder and harder to ignore the almost palpable need for release. Whimpers, whines, all manner of desperate noises spill from his lips. What was it she’d asked?
Mom places the tips of her fingers on his sternum, dragging them down his chest partway before repeating the motion. “Don’t worry, my little boy, I’ll help you. You just need to relax for me.” She’s still staring into his eyes, holding his gaze, a reassuring look on her face, tinged with… something Aidan can only describe as hunger.
He allows his chest to steadily rise and fall, no longer in control of the rhythm of his breathing. He’s faintly aware that his hole is dripping again, aching with increasing emptiness. The feeling of desperation begins to crowd out his remaining thoughts.
“Relax… And let Mommy take care of you.”
Aidan’s heart thuds loudly but so slowly in his chest, stuttering only when he sees her hand begin to rise up toward his face. He wants her to use the vibrator he bought on him so badly, but he’s such mush that he can’t manage anything except a questioning moan, mouth still hanging open stupidly as he leans into his mother’s arms.
She slides one finger over his tongue and into his mouth. “Suck, baby.”
He doesn’t react right away, fuzz clouding his mind and dulling his response time. Aidan’s lips wrap around the digit, but he doesn’t suck. Even with so little left of his cognitive functioning, the shock is stopping him from obeying. Why could she possibly want this from him?
Mom helps him slouch down a little further into the pillows with her free hand and strokes his cheek. “Suck for me, Aidan, I’ve got you. Don’t worry.” Her grin grows as she purrs, “Don’t think at all, just suck.”
As she studies him now, mouth askew, Aidan realizes it doesn’t matter what his orientation is. How much he tries to deny this feeling. If his mom doesn’t help him herself, he’ll just jerk off to the thought later. He begins to suck, caressing her soft skin with his tongue.
“Good boy, baby. Suck for Mommy. You’re doing so well.”
His legs shudder and move automatically together, searching for some friction, anything, but Mommy’s finger pops out from between his lips right as they do.
“No no, needy boy, not yet. Just trust me. Mommy can make you feel so good. Isn’t that exactly what you want, hmmm?”
Aidan whines and parts his legs again, humming happily when Mommy lets him suck again. His eyes hover at half-lidded, mind drowning in pleasure. He doesn’t know what she has in store, but it doesn’t matter anymore. Nothing matters anymore but Mommy.
“That’s right. My baby boy, so good at listening to Mommy. So good at being Mommy’s little man, aren’t you?”
He sucks harder, moaning and whimpering as the haze overtakes him. His cunt aches.
“Alright, now, watch me, honey,” she says, voice sultrier than he ever imagined it could be.
Aidan stares at his Mommy, transfixed, as she slowly removes her spit-shiny finger from his mouth, and sits up straighter to remove her blazer and blouse. The purple bra she has on pushes her breasts up and together, looking as though she’s about to burst out of it. He hasn’t seen it since she bought it right after the divorce, saying she’d never let herself be trapped and underappreciated again.
“Do you remember these?” Mommy traces her finger from her collarbone down to the line of cleavage emphasized by her push-up bra, leaving a faint smear of Aidan’s drool along the way. “Why, Aidan, baby, you used to spend almost all day with your mouth around them.”
A shiver of pleasure runs up his spine, electrifying his brain. Is she going to let him--?
“Now, I can’t know for certain if you miss that part of your early years,” she intones, taking a cup in each hand and squeezing them against each other. “And of course, even precious boys like you grow up eventually.” The bra buckles, and one breast starts to come free of the purple fabric, curved attractively by the pressure of her hands. “But I’ve been wondering what would happen if we tried it again. Haven’t you?”
His mouth overflows with saliva. Aidan is no longer in control of any of his impulses.
Mommy reaches behind herself and unhooks the bra, tossing it… somewhere. The rest of the room doesn’t exist to Aidan right now. She takes each breast in hand, and begins circling her thumbs slowly around her nipples. “Look at them, sweetie. Don’t you want to suck for Mommy? Don’t you want to suck yourself into a comfy, sleepy place where Mommy can take over for a while?” She traces her tongue across her lips, looking at Aidan like he’s the tastiest meal she’s ever seen. “You know it’ll feel so good, baby.”
Aidan dips his head in the best nod he can give under the circumstances, mesmerized by Mommy’s breasts. He’s always tried to be such a good boy, and never let her catch him looking, but he must not have been quick enough. Mommy’s an adult, and smarter than him, of course. She always has been.
The thumbs circling Mommy’s nipples each take a brief turn popping in and out of Aidan’s dumbly ajar mouth before he even realizes they’re there, and begin rubbing the areolas into glistening brown peaks. It’s then that Aidan registers the flush in her cheeks, the thin sheen of sweat on her forehead, and how deep and heaving her breaths are.
She’s not just doing this for him. She wants this too.
He whimpers pathetically, his hands twitching by his sides, hoping she’ll let him finally suck. He’s been so good, he’s waited so long, and Aidan’s allowed to want this now. He might go insane if he doesn’t get to taste his Mommy. Or he might if he does.
“Aww, is my little boy trying to ask to suck?” she coos. “Can’t even talk anymore, just a little baby who needs to suck Mommy’s tits.” She drops her hands and fixes Aidan with a mischievous look. “But honey, there’s something you’re going to do for me first, okay?”
Aidan whimpers louder, nodding as quickly as he can despite the fact that every single part of his body is sinking deeper into the pillows and mattress. He’s never been this turned on in his damn life.
Mommy moves closer up the bed to sit next to him, and then pulls Aidan to the side and down into her arms. It’s like he’s an infant again, gazing up into her face from being nestled in the crook of her arm. Her eyes are so beautiful. “You’re going to use your words and ask me.”
He has no idea how long they’ve been working up to this—it feels like it’s been hours since he uttered a coherent word. Aidan tries his best to make his tongue behave, but he just babbles incoherently, eyes glassy and mouth dry.
She lets out a pitying note, making his dick stand up on end with how condescending it is. “Too dumb to form words anymore, huh, baby?” Mommy chuckles, the sound bubbling up darkly from her throat. “Mind so malleable all I needed to do was talk you down, my little helpless man.” She uses a thumb to stroke his bottom lip, the awareness slipping from Aidan’s mind with each caress. “But you’re going to come for me saying, ‘Mommy’, whether you remember how to or not.”
Aidan sags further down into her hold. When did he ever want anything but this? “Mmmma…”
The most beautiful woman in the world takes the tie off her ponytail and shakes her hair out, waves cascading down over her shoulders. “Say ‘Mommy’, baby, and I’ll let you suck. As long as you want.”
The smell of pineapples hits Aidan’s nose, and he shudders through a long moan, pussy clenching and conspicuously empty to the point he’s beginning to lose his focus on anything else but Mommy’s tits. “Mmm… Mma…” He swallows to wet his throat, and his eyes cross to fix on the nipple inches from his face. “Momm…my…”
Mommy gasps happily, the pleasing sound filling Aidan’s ears. “Good boy! My sweet baby boy, I’m so proud of you. Now,” she hums, guiding his head closer to her breast, “suck for Mommy.”
Aidan’s mouth finally closes the distance, and Mommy’s nipple is in between his lips.
He doesn’t think twice before starting to suckle.
His mind blanks out entirely as waves of pleasure ripple up and down his body, the feeling of sucking sending him into the warm, heady embrace of being so deep for his Mommy. Dumb, deep, and trusting.
Fuck, he’d missed this.
The taste of her skin is intoxicating to him, the rhythm of his mouth pulsing in time with his breathing and the heat in his cunt. This is what he was made to do, and nothing else matters.
“Oh, baby, you suck Mommy so nicely. Oh, god, baby.” Her voice is coming out in pants. “We should—mmm, yes—do this more often, honey.” Aidan feels a shiver run across her shoulders at the same time as her hips shift slightly beneath him. “So good, my little…” She hesitates, the noises coming from Aidan’s lips filling the room in her silence. “Are you Mommy’s little slut?”
Aidan keens, eyes fluttering backwards in his head. He didn’t know he was until this moment, but that’s all he wants to be now. Mommy’s little slut for sucking. He’s so weak and so easy that Mommy molded him into exactly what she needs him to be. She deserves so much. She deserves everything she wants.
Mommy laughs deep in her throat, rubbing her hand up and down the back of his neck. “Mommy’s little slut, that’s right. All mine, baby. Sucking his mind away for his Mommy. Just a helpless boy.” Her fingertips begin to drift, trailing ever-so gently from his nape, to his shoulder, and across the sensitive skin of his torso. She leans down closer to his ear and lowers her voice. “Mommy’s slutty baby boy. All ready to come for me, aren’t you?”
Even with his mouth entirely occupied, incoherent noises still erupt from his throat, pleading with her to finish him off and seal his fate as Mommy’s slutty baby boy. A flash of a memory reminds him that it really was his sluttiness that got him into this situation. Maybe he was hoping for this. Maybe he knew, deep down, that what was missing from his life was Mommy’s complete control over him.
He certainly knows now.
Delicately, Mommy traces the pad of her finger down through his newly-thickened pubic hair, and stops just before she can connect with his hardened length, sticking up in all its two-inch glory and begging to be played with. “Does baby want Mommy to touch? How about inside?”
The dirtiest moan he’s ever made tears from his lips, and he has to pull away from her nipple to catch his breath. His eyes un-cross and recross as his body becomes even more leaden. “Mmm… Mmm… Pl…”
“Please?” Mommy says, dripping with patronizing amusement. “Is that what baby’s trying to say to Mommy?” She drags two fingers through the slick gathered around his entrance, and hums at Aidan’s resulting shriek of pleasure. “Want Mommy inside, baby, while you drink Mommy’s milk and come?”
Weakly, Aidan whimpers. “Mm…mi…” He puts in incredible effort to show off his wet little cunt to Mommy, so she’ll fill him up and make him come. Make him come… for her. His entire body feels alight.
“Suck for Mommy, baby.”
At the same moment his lips fasten around her breast again, something slides into his pussy. He clenches around it, suckling his Mommy’s nipple as deeply and sensually as he can. Pleasure sparks through the nerves in his walls as his Mommy fucks him on her fingers. “Mmmmmm.” A shriek rises in his throat as baby comes embarrassingly fast for Mommy, fuzz filling his body from head to toe.
She keeps making little “ah” noises as he suckles, louder the harder he tries to wrest milk from her tits. Her fingers shoving into his cunt make a sloppy, wet sound that echoes against the walls, and he happily drowns himself in the symphony.
“Mommy’s going to make baby come again in just a moment, okay? You’re such—ah—a good little boy for me, aren’t you?” As she speaks to him, she begins to slow down, entering and exiting him at an increasingly slower pace. “Baby is so dumb for Mommy right now. Can’t think at all. Just a little slutty baby for Mommy, sucking away.”
Her thumb brushes his dick, and his entire back straightens, pushing his face up and away from her breast. His eyes drift open, and baby once again is hypnotized by his Mommy’s stare.
The goddess he so willingly handed his mind to smiles benevolently at him. “Good baby, letting Mommy take control. Mommy knows best, doesn’t She? baby doesn’t need to think when Mommy’s here.” She supports his back so he can sit up a little more, until Her lips are inches away from his. “Give Mommy a kiss!”
Fireworks explode behind his eyes as She captures his mouth in a searing kiss, and baby cums again for Mommy. Anything for Mommy. She kisses him over and over, longer each time as he succumbs to Her influence. Her lips taste delicious, sweeter than… than… baby doesn’t know. baby doesn’t need to know.
Dimly, baby registers Her fingers leaving his cunt, and then feels two taps on the mattress. But he doesn’t need to worry about what that means, because Mommy’s tongue is in his mouth, and baby needs to suck again.
She gives another intoxicating chuckle, and releases his lips with a wet sound. “Such a good baby for Mommy. Don’t stop coming, my slutty baby. Just let it happen, sweetie. Just… Give in.”
his face is level with Her tits again, but this time, it’s the one he hasn’t worshipped yet, so baby sets to it with all the devotion he has within him. he wants Mommy to feel good. It’s the least he can do. he loves Her so much.
That’s when a firey hardness slips right through his folds and settles directly into his cunt, not even pausing for a breath before sliding out and sinking right back in, deep into his unsatisfied hole. baby yelps in surprise, but it quickly turns into a groan of arousal. “Mmi!”
Mommy begins to stroke the back of his neck again, lulling him further into all-encompassing relaxation with each one. “Mommy has—yes, yes, good boy –someone to thank for preparing baby for Her. Took a while, but it was worth the wait. Don’t you—oh, god—think so, baby?”
The boy can only whine in confusion.
“Why, Mommy h-had to go through your laundry for almost a—don’t stop, baby—month to find something with baby’s scent all. Over. It. And baby thought he could hide how—mm—horny he was from Mommy, did he?” Mommy’s breath crests over his ear. “Or did baby even try?”
he twitches, whole body activated and singing. he’s irrevocably caught by Her touch and Her words, and whatever is filling his pussy to the brim. he sucks harder, spurred on by Mommy’s reactions.
“Then Mommy gave your s-soaking wet boxer briefs—little slut, so good—to the doggy, and he loved them! So Mommy just w-waited for a day when baby would be too tired to resist, and look what fun—fuck yes—we’ve had together already. Isn’t that r-right, baby?”
baby gurgles around Mommy’s nipple, but doesn’t stop for a second. Her grip on his nape starts to tighten in spasms, and he can tell She’s close by the way Her thighs beneath him rub against each other.
“S-suck Mommy’s nipples, baby, help Mommy c-come.” She’s gasping now, voice breathy and light. “Almost th-there, baby, that’s it—harder—Mommy’s almost—ahhh!"
Suddenly, the legs beneath him begin to quake, and his Mommy screams Herself through an orgasm, repeated chants of “good boy” barely understandable in between shrieks of pleasure. he thinks he could listen to that sound forever.
As She shudders less and less, finally at the end of Her big finish, he finds himself in awe. She came just from the feeling of Her baby suckling. he gave Her that experience. Had anyone, even his--?
his train of thought derails again when She plants a kiss on his forehead.
“Now that you’ve been so good for Mommy, all that’s left,” Mommy purrs, “is for baby to come on the doggy’s knot. And then baby’s little brain will be Mommy’s forever. That means whenever Mommy says so, baby’s mind will get dumb and slutty. No need to think or worry. Doesn’t that sound nice, baby?”
he gurgles again, entirely brainwashed by Mommy’s syrupy sweet voice and the wet sounds of his gaping pussy.
Her hand traces from his neck to his jawline, and guides him upwards, using Oliver’s thrusts to reposition him so their faces are nearly touching. he is so utterly lost that he can’t even focus on Her eyes, but a hand under his chin directs his gaze.
“Give in and come for Mommy.” As She leans in, She moves Her hand from his chin down to borrow the wetness gushing out from around Oliver’s cock, pistoning in and out of baby with filthy shluck noises. “Give in and come for Mommy.” Mommy’s fingers, covered in baby’s mess, circle around his tiny little dick, teasing desperate whimpers from Her baby. “Give in and come for Mommy.”
“Mommy!”
Mommy claims his mouth, the thing inside him is getting bigger, and he cums, and cums, and cums. Mommy is all that matters. Mommy owns his mind.
baby cums his little, slutty brains out for his Mommy.
“Mmm… Mommy…”
“Yes, that’s a good baby. Come for Mommy.”
There’s a sense of being rewritten, remade, but he can’t stop it, not even if he wanted to. his cunt feels warm and used, and his head keeps bursting in waves of euphoria.
And as Mommy holds him tight in the fiercest, most passionate kiss yet, something deep in his mind slips loose.
Even when She pulls away, he hangs limply in Her arms, vacant smile on his face as climax after climax continues to subsume his body, Oliver’s knot stuffing his greedy hole. baby has given in so fully, there’s nothing left but what Mommy wants.
Mommy touches him until his throat is hoarse from moaning, alternating between kissing him and telling him what a dumb little slut he is. he can’t stop cumming, which might be concerning if he had the braincells to think about stuff that complicated, but he doesn’t. Anything that tries to sneak back in is instantly banished when Mommy licks into his mouth.
After a while, Oliver starts to wiggle loose, and Mommy strokes him through it. baby cums when the huge dog dick pulls free of his pussy, sliding against his overstimulated walls. Nothing has ever felt this wonderful before. his legs shake violently, and he melts against Mommy’s lips as they return to soothe him. Mommy is so good to Her baby.
“Doesn’t it feel good, being Mommy’s little plaything?” Her hair is messier than it used to be, but Her face is glowing. Mommy looks so gorgeous right now.
baby leans back to make out with Mommy again, but She pulls away and laughs.
“Silly boy, we still need to eat dinner. But maybe next time, baby can get dinner straight from Mommy’s tits.”
his body is too exhausted to respond, so he whimpers brokenly, hoping She’ll understand.
“Exactly, baby is supposed to drink from Mommy. Even a dumb slutty baby knows that.” She strokes his hair. “Mommy will wrap baby up super tight in a blanket so he can stay all cozy while Mommy cooks, how does that sound?”
baby nuzzles into her hand, closing his eyes contentedly.
“Good boy.” She hooks one arm under his knees, and wraps the other tightly around his back. “Time to go downstairs!” Mommy is so nice and warm that baby doesn’t even notice She didn’t bother to dress him. She rocks him slowly back and forth as She descends the stairs, whispering things he can’t parse into his ear.
he drifts off, and wakes some time later to the appetizing smell of his favorite meal. he can’t remember what it’s called, but he knows he’s craving it.
Mommy peeks around the corner and smiles in his direction. “Almost ready, sweetheart! How was your nap?”
The boy furrows his brow, trying to remember anything about how he ended up on this couch. “M.. Mommy?” he looks down and sees his movement is restricted by a fluffy, warm throw.
She raises Her eyebrows in amusement. “Did I really fry your brain that hard, honey? Do you know what your name is?”
he hesitates, searching for any information in his brain that might help him, but there’s only one response he can give. “… baby. ba… baby?”
His gorgeous Mother puts Her hand in front of Her mouth and giggles. “My broken little baby. Let me plate the food, then we can enjoy our evening together.” She walks back into the kitchen, but he still hears Her mutter, “And after, the rest of our lives.”
A large, beautiful dog strides into the room, bounds over to baby upon seeing him, and begins licking his face enthusiastically. baby turns his head away, trying to keep his mouth from being violated, but the animal is persistent. baby begins to instinctively yield to the insistent licks, and feels the squishy place between his legs heat up.
“Oliver, leave it! baby’s had enough from you today.” Mommy shoos him off the couch and puts two plates piled high with steaming food on the coffee table in front of Her. “Now, who’s Mommy’s slutty little baby?”
Brain still swimming, blank and empty as he’d been for… always, as far as he knew, baby grins moonily at his Mommy. “baby!”
“That’s right,” She coos, cleaning his slobbery face with a wet wipe. “And who does baby belong to?”
he doesn’t even need to think. “Mommy!”
Mommy finishes with the wipe, and frames his face with Her hands. “baby doesn’t need to think around Mommy, isn’t that right?”
his happy squeal is muffled by Her lips on his, but he doesn’t mind one single bit. baby doesn’t even have one.
And as he sinks back down into the depths of Her touch, Her care, Her control, he gives up on ever coming up again.
Mommy is all that remains.