HONOUR THY MOTHER

By JamesRussel

HONOUR THY MOTHER CH. 01

Yesterday had been amazing. Alex's mom had been at a business dinner and wouldn't be home until
very late at night, creating the opening he and Sandra had been wanting for weeks. They had met
during student orientation and immediately hit it off, gone on a couple dates and spent time
together almost every day, never running out of topics of conversation as they enjoyed the last days
of mild autumn sun in the local park or watched terrible movies together, but hadn't found an
opportunity to relieve the tension building up between them with neither of them having moved out
when they entered college.

That was until yesterday when Alex finally had his mom's house all to himself for the evening and
they had leapt at the opportunity to get some privacy. After shooting each other knowing looks all
day and having a nice dinner they had jumped each other the instant they finally closed the front
door behind them.

Kissing passionately and groping all over, shedding clothes throughout the hall and living room, they
made their way to Alex's room where Sandra sat on the bed and Alex couldn't help but marvel at the
sight.

The only thing covering her lithe figure was a lacy thong that was as black as her silky shoulder-length
hair, her perky boobs having just been freed from the matching bra. Alex saw her usually radiant
smile give way to a smirk and the ever-present mischievous glint in her green eyes tinge with desire
when she, in turn, let her eyes drift over him. Alex wasn't used to his light frame getting this sort of
reaction and as he followed her eyes to his tenting boxer briefs the tinge of insecurity welling up
inside him stirred him from his stupor.

He dove between his girlfriend's legs and trailed kisses up the creamy skin of her inner thigh before
pulling aside her thong, fully revealing her gorgeous pussy and eating her out. With what practice he
had gotten with his previous girlfriends he still felt quite unsure what to do so while he initially
peppered little licks and kisses around her lips prior to sucking her clit and running his tongue over it
he kept trying to lock eyes with her, looking for her approval, taking her ever heavier breathing as a
sign that he had to be doing it right enough.

As he settled into a rhythm he noticed he was actually growing to like the taste when Sandra grabbed
his head and guided him up until they were face to face and he could see the hunger burning in her
eyes as she demanded: "I want you inside me. Now."
With Sandra letting herself fall backwards and pulling him along into an intense tongue-filled kiss,
Alex fumbled out of his boxers and aligned himself with Sandra's drenched slit, easily slipping into its
velvety embrace. As soon as he did and Sandra locked her legs around him he was in heaven. As they
ground their hips together in between short, deep thrusts Alex could barely focus on anything except
the mind-numbing sensations on his dick.

It didn't take long until he felt the tingling heat of impending orgasm spread throughout him, too far
gone to think about trying to hold out, he had lost all control of himself and only noticed Sandra push
on his chest just in time to pull out and spray his watery load just above her lovely pussy.

"You're incredible. I never came so hard," he panted after kissing Sandra, which earned him one of
her radiant smiles he so loved.

"Mm, good thing you pulled out then. That was close."

After sharing another kiss they rolled over, enjoying each other's warmth until Alex drifted off to
sleep with his lover in his arms.

As he woke up he felt something was off and after a few seconds of groggily grumbling about that
damn alarm not working it slowly dawned on him that Sandra was gone. Only slipping on a pair of
briefs he staggered out of his room still half-asleep to look for her. Halfway through the living room
he blushed and thought to himself that he really should take a shower when a none-too-subtle smell
of sex filled his nose. Thankfully as he got into the hall, which he noticed no longer had clothes
strewn about, that smell was covered by the aroma of fresh coffee and toast wafting in from the
kitchen.

As he rounded the corner to the kitchen rather than his missing lover he saw his mom finishing her
breakfast, which shouldn't have caught him off guard as much as it did, perhaps because unlike him
she was completely ready to head out. She had miraculously tamed her long red mane into a strict
bun and was leaning on the counter sipping her morning joe.

She was wearing one of her usual office outfits consisting of a long dark skirt and matching custom-
tailored blazer over a white blouse which between them managed to somewhat conceal her curvy
figure, though it could only do so much against eyes gravitating toward her generous F-cups.

Noticing him enter she shifted slightly and shot him a warm, welcoming smile. "Morning sweetie,"
she said softly, taking a long sip.

"Hope you didn't miss me too much," she quipped, keeping her eyes fixed on him.

"Oh hi mom, uh," he hesitated, glancing around, "have you seen Sandra?" Seeing his mother's oh so
warm smile twist into an all too knowing smirk, he immediately regretted the question and cursed his
still barely half-awake brain.

"Actually, I just caught her sneaking out as I came down the stairs. You had a nice evening, didn't
you? I expect you were just watching movies and stuff?" she teased.

"Shame she seemed in such a hurry though, she's such a sweet little thing. I would've loved to have
some coffee with her, find out just how much fun you two had." she winked.

"Mom!" Alex protested, his cheeks glowing.

She chuckled before continuing with surprising sincerity in her voice and eyes: "I'm really happy for
you though sweetie. You're just so cute together."
Setting down her cup she mused: "Guess she just wanted to get changed before college... New
panties at least." Jenna grinned, watching Alex's cheeks glow crimson as he left to start his morning
routine, texting Sandra that he loved her and couldn't wait to see her again.

He knew her courses would commence the same time as his today but as he kept looking for her in
their usual spots she was nowhere to be seen. He only spotted her chatting with some friends of hers
across the hall as he got out of his second course, a surge of relief rushing through him as he made
his way over to her, elated to finally see her but worried if something had happened to make her
late.

As Sandra saw him approach, her expression darkened. It stopped Alex dead in his tracks, his relief
blown away in an instant and replaced by confusion and worry. Feeling even more compelled to find
out what's wrong Alex resumed his approach, prompting her to make a quick excuse to her friends
and storm off.

She kept avoiding him for the whole day until he got out of his final lecture early to catch her just as
she got out of hers, which blew up in his face as she glared at him, her eyes overflowing with
contempt, and screamed at him to leave her alone. Sandra pushed past him while Alex just stood
there shocked and barely registered the giggles and snarky comments he got from some of the
passers-by.

His head was spinning, and he was afraid his legs would give out as he slowly headed home,
frantically trying to understand what had happened. Upon arriving he just dropped his bag as he
stumbled into the living room and collapsed on the couch.

It made no sense. Just yesterday they had been closer to than ever, now she seemed like an entirely
different person. Hands shaking, he fished his phone from his pocket and called her. He left it ringing
for what felt like forever, then it suddenly dropped. He didn't want to believe it. He switched to his
Messenger app, seeing that she had read his message from this morning.

He had to try again: "Honey, I don't know what's wrong, but I know that I love you and we can work
through it. Please tell me what's bothering you, I want nothing more than to make you happy."

He hit send and sat there frozen, staring at the screen. Message delivered. His heart was hammering.
Message read. His heart skipped a beat. Time seemed to slow to a crawl as the world shrunk until
just his phone and the sound of his heartbeat thundering in his ears existed. Alex's heart sank as the
screen dimmed and eventually locked.

He stared at it for a while, dejected, then he sighed, dropped his phone on the couch and sat up,
staring out a window, trying to imagine what Sandra was doing but unable to come up with
something to explain her suddenly ignoring him. The notification sound from his phone sounded like
the trumpets of heaven to his ears and he jerked, picking up his phone and unlocking it in the blink of
an eye.

"I can't believe I let a loser like you take advantage of me. Don't even think about talking to me again.
I deserve someone who appreciates me and can take care of me, not a pathetic needledick like you."
Alex was dumbfounded, his hopes dashed as quickly as they had sprung up.

Then a picture filled his screen, his addled brain struggling to process it as if trying to protect him
from what it saw. It was Sandra, though it took him a while to recognize her with her face and hair
caked with a thick layer of some white paste. Her eyes beamed with joy and satisfaction as she
looked straight into the camera, her beautiful pink lips wrapped around what had to be an enormous
lifelike dildo. With her lips stretched tight he still saw a part of the glans and she hadn't even gotten
her hand all the way around it. It had to be easily a foot long, too and as he slowly took in the whole
picture he noticed that it wasn't even fully in the frame. A simple message accompanied it: "This is
what I need <3"

Piecing it together he realized she was kneeling naked on the floor, sucking on an oversized dildo
while covered in fake cum. And she had taken a selfie to show him, just to ridicule him. The girl of his
dreams had replaced him with a sex toy?

She had thrown him away like a lifeless object because he hadn't satisfied her sexually, like the bond
they had shared meant nothing.

He was unable to tear his gaze away from his phone, no matter how much he wanted to, tears
welling up in his eyes until the screen thankfully locked itself, breaking him out of his catatonic state.
He just curled up and began to weep quietly, the shock doing little to numb the pain of having his
heart broken, again. His previous girlfriends had left him as well, on bad terms, and every time his
mom had been there for him to help him slowly recover. But he had never been dropped so
capriciously or experienced such cruelty and it devastated him.

He simply couldn't understand it, just yesterday they had to have been the happiest couple on earth,
but it seemed so distant now. He wished himself back, tried to at least seek refuge in his memories of
those precious moments but he could hardly think of them, his mind always drifted back to that
horrible photo. It dawned on him that, worse than what she had written or how she had treated him
on campus, the most heart-wrenching part of it was that look in her eyes. He knew that he had never
made her so happy.

Sunken deep into his misery he almost didn't hear the front door opening and the familiar clicking of
heels in the hall.

"Hi, sweetie. How was your day?" he heard his mom call from the hall but just couldn't work up the
will to respond beyond a soft whimper. "Alex? Something wrong?"

Her voice was closer this time, no longer accompanied by the clicking of her heels. "Oh, don't tell me
you're mad about earlier. You know I was just teas... Oh my god!" she interrupted herself as Alex
turned his head to see her walk into the living room. She had just shuffled out of her coat as she
stood in the doorframe frozen for a fraction of a second before rushing to him.

"Talk to me, dear," she implored, taking his hand as she squatted down in front of the couch. "I can't
bear to see you like this," she confided, stroking the back of his hand and reaching to cup his tear-
streaked cheek, gently turning his head so she could look into his eyes and he, in turn, saw the worry
in her loving grey eyes.

"Hm? What happened?" she asked him with a reassuring smile.

Seeing his sobbing slow slightly but still not getting a reply she cooed: "It's okay, sweetie. You don't
have to talk about it. Just..."

She slowly stood back up to sit next to him on the couch, not letting go of his hand as she did. "Let
me hold you," she whispered as she gently pulled him closer, signalling him to go along rather than
physically moving him.
Slinging one arm around his waist she held him close, resting his head on her chest and gently
stroking his side. "Ahh, there we are. It'll be okay, sweetie. Just let it out," she said softly, hugging
him tightly and caressing his hair.

Feeling his mother's warm embrace, hearing and feeling her heartbeat through the softness of her
bosom and smelling the familiar scent of her hair gave Alex an instinctual sense of security that
slowly pushed back the feelings of betrayal and abandonment that had crushed him, helping him
calm down.

Scraping together what little courage he could muster, he whispered, "It's Sandra."

After trying to clear the tightness in his throat he added, "She..."

He sniffled, "She..." He couldn't finish the sentence before the tears set back in. "She dumped me,"
he finally managed to utter between sobs, barely audible.

"Oh, my poor baby," He heard his mom say, her voice dripping with concern. "Shhhh! It's okay,
honey. I'm here," she hushed and just held him for a while, consoling him until his sobbing abated.

"I just can't believe how unlucky you've been with girls. It's so unfair. You're so good to them and
they've all treated you horribly," she sympathized before lifting his head a bit and placing a gentle
kiss on his hair. "You two seemed head over heels. Did you have a fight?" she wondered.

Having regained some control of his breathing, Alex whined, "I don't know, mom." After a few small
sobs, he continued, "Yesterday we, um," he trailed off.

"Had a great evening together?" Jenna offered.

"Y-yes. And today she didn't even want to talk to me. She..."

As his voice faltered he felt his mom hug him a bit tighter. "She screamed at me in front of
everyone," he recounted.

Disgust dripping from her voice, Jenna remarked, "Ugh, I never thought she could be such a bitch."

Alex cringed as she said it. Hearing someone talk about Sandra like that stung, even after what she
had done to him.

"And she didn't even tell you why, did she?" she continued. Before Alex could gather the strength to
respond he heard her sigh. "Girls can be unbelievably cruel," she concluded and he felt her place
another gentle kiss on his hair.

"Um actually," he started but didn't know how to proceed.

"Hm? Come on sweetie, speak up a bit," his mom chimed in.

"Well, she..." Alex felt his throat tie up as he thought of the text and photo Sandra had sent him.

Unable to finish the sentence but needing to talk about it, hoping it would relieve some of the pain,
Alex shifted, Jenna letting go of him for the brief moment it took him to reach for his phone before
he returned to her comforting embrace, taking care not to look at his phone as he unlocked it and
held it up for his mom, holding his breath as he felt her take it.

Opening the messenger app, Jenna's eyes were immediately drawn to Sandra's selfie. As soon as she
saw it she was relieved Alex couldn't see her grin as she remembered Sandra taking it that morning.
HONOUR THY MOTHER CH. 02
Jenna had come home last night and walked in on her lounging on the couch, seeming lost in thought
at first. At second glance the frustration radiating off her had become glaringly obvious and as she
saw her subtly rub her thighs together Jenna had quickly put together what had to have happened.

After a long day of dealing with men that acted far more important than they were, thinking their
piddling positions impressed anyone and making Jenna fight tooth and nail for the respect she
deserved, she needed to unwind and the unsatisfied teen girl on her couch was a godsend. Sandra
had been incredibly awkward at first, but Jenna had skilfully broken the ice with some light
conversation and subtle touches. After that, Sandra stood no chance of resisting the confidence
radiating off the mature woman bearing down on her and as Jenna's unforeseen kiss caught her off
guard she barely protested before melting into it, equally confused and horny.

With practised ease Jenna had practically torn the clothes off them and crawled on top of Sandra,
groping her nubile body all over and guiding the girl's hands along her own curves. Sandra was
panting and, as Jenna saw when she straightened up to let Sandra take in the enchantress kneeling
between her thighs, already completely drenched. Jenna always loved this moment.

Sandra was like a deer caught in headlights as Jenna locked eyes with her prey and then watched her
gaze slowly drift down along her luscious fiery hair to her chest. Jenna made a show of cupping her
firm breasts sitting higher on her chest than their size should allow and smirked as she saw Sandra
involuntarily lick her cute lips before her eyes moved further down Jenna's voluptuous figure and
went wide, her breath catching in her throat as she finally got a look at Jenna's groin. "Oh my god!"
she whispered.

Jenna didn't say anything and simply leant back in so her cock rested on top of the girl's flat stomach,
thicker than her arm and extending well beyond her belly button even with Jenna's heavy balls
hanging several inches away from Sandra's perky butt.

Both hands reaching for the shaft draped across her belly as if wanting to confirm it was real despite
feeling its warm weight, Sandra mumbled: "What? How? Are you-"

She was cut off as Jenna pounced for another rapacious kiss, pinning Sandra's hands above her head
as her heavy breasts pressed down on Sandra's adorable boobs and her tongue invaded Sandra's
mouth, exploring it aggressively.

As Jenna broke the kiss her eyes drilled into Sandra's and she whispered, "Shhhh. The only thing on
your mind..." before pausing to kiss Sandra's neck and drawing out a longing moan. Then, shifting
back, she affirmed, "should be this."

Sandra gasped as something brushed against her sensitive petals, sending a pleasant tingle up her
spine. Looking down across her body Sandra again saw the enormous phallus jutting from between
Jenna's legs. It was surreal. She didn't understand how Jenna could even have it. Alex had told her
about his father leaving them, had he just not mentioned being adopted?

For an instant, she revelled in the sight of Jenna's tip glistening with her juices as it slowly rubbed up
and down her needy pussy. She panicked as she felt Jenna press into her, exclaiming, "Wait! I can't-
Aaaaaah!"
Her sentence cut off, trailing off into another moan as the feeling of her pussy slowly being spread
assaulted her. Her moan turned into a high-pitched howl as she felt herself stretch further than she
had ever before to accept Jenna's invading womanhood, feeling every vein as it slipped inside her.
Pain mixed with the waves of pleasure crashing into her brain, but that somehow only made it
better. Finally, the burning need within her that Alex had failed to appease was being filled.

The sensations flooding her brain steadily grew more intense as she felt Jenna slowly push deeper.
She looked up into Jenna's lust-filled eyes and the realization that she was cheating on her boyfriend,
with his mother no less, and feeling pleasure she hadn't even imagined struck her. It sparked a tinge
of guilt inside her that set off a firework as she went over the edge, mind going blank as her orgasm
rocked through her.

Jenna kept her pace as steady as she could as she felt the heavenly tight pussy stretched around her
dick ripple fractions of a second before the girl splayed out in front of her shivered all over, eyes
falling closed. She was barely quick enough to clasp a hand on Sandra's mouth before the scream she
knew was coming exploded out of her, though it only did so much to muffle it.

Feasting her eyes on Sandra having what seemed to be an amazing orgasm, Jenna smirked. The girl
was already getting off and she hadn't even gotten half of her cock into her. She had to have had
terrible luck with her boyfriends. The urge to just plunge the rest of the way inside her and fuck her
like an animal welled up inside Jenna, but she knew that she had to take it slow if she wanted to get
her hooked like the others. And adding another toy to her collection was definitely worth being
patient.

When Sandra's convulsions abated, Jenna removed her hand from her mouth and asked, "Enjoying
yourself?"

Sandra nodded weakly, panting. "About time, wasn't it?" Jenna grinned, taking Sandra's hands and
placing them on her own bountiful boobs.

Taking hold of Sandra's hips Jenna pushed herself ever so slightly deeper into her son's soon-to-be-ex
before starting to slowly pull out, relishing the wet tightness gliding over her dick and the delightful
gasps she forced out of the teen until only her head remained inside. She had barely started to thrust
back in almost as slowly when she felt Sandra's hands carefully explore her breasts, caressing them
and feeling their weight.

"Mmh, good girl!" Jenna purred, a blush spreading on Sandra's face as a giggle slipped past her lips.

Jenna let her eyes roam over Sandra's slim body, the sight of the bulge in her belly growing and
shrinking with every agonizingly slow thrust arousing her even more than Sandra's moans. She
allowed her face to show the pleasure mounting inside her, her breathing laboured as with every
thrust she pushed just a tiny bit deeper and slightly faster, but after several minutes she could still
see about a third of her length when she bottomed out and was going at a slow pace, a far cry from
the pounding she wanted to unleash on the freshman.

With waves of pleasure coursing through her, Sandra lost herself in the alluring view of the woman
who had taken her down a path she knew she couldn't return from. Every inch of her body was
oozing sexuality: the streaks of her luxurious hair hanging across her face, her dazzling eyes, her
plush dark lips, the light sheen of sweat on her fair skin, the soft weight of her impressive bust in
Sandra's hands, the curve of her waist down to her fertile hips - and her cock, her miraculous cock,
that was steadily bringing her closer to another mind-bending climax. She could do nothing to fight
the growing adoration she felt. Seeing Jenna breathe heavily through slightly parted lips brought her
delight, knowing that she pleased her new lover gave her a sense of pride that stamped out any
lingering concern for Alex.

With admiration written unmistakably all over Sandra's face, Jenna knew she had succeeded. She
basked in her victory for a moment until, seeing that Sandra was getting close to another orgasm, she
sprung her trap. Just as small shivers ran over Sandra's body Jenna pulled out of her abused twat.

"No! Don't stop!" Sandra yelped, letting go of Jenna's boobs.

Jenna simply straightened up and moved to straddle Sandra's waist as she chided the desperate
teen, "I can't have you making that much noise. My boy needs his sleep." After watching Sandra's
face sink in disappointment for a moment she offered, "But I could take you upstairs and show you
how sex is supposed to feel." With her glans hovering just above Sandra's nose, an overwhelming
scent of sex wafting off her cock, she tempted, "You just have to ask."

"Yes! I'll do anything!" Sandra pleaded.

Pleased with herself, Jenna gave her hips a slight wiggle, demanding, "Kiss it."

Sandra complied eagerly, longingly grasping Jenna's shaft and lightly kissing its underside but unable
to stop herself from making out with it, her tongue darting out as she found that just like its scent,
she got a strange sense of gratification from the tangy, salty taste of Jenna's magnificent cock. She
got lost in it and only stopped when Jenna told her to.

Taking Sandra's hand, Jenna dragged her to her bedroom and made good on her offer. For over two
hours she broke in Sandra's hole, not bothering to count the orgasms she wrung from the newest
member of her harem.

Her sack was drenched in Sandra's juices by the time she eventually buried herself to the hilt, feeling
stress melt off her as her balls twitched and she unloaded. Sandra was at that point barely conscious,
her face being pushed into the pillow it was resting on in time with Jenna's hips jerking against her
pelvis and collapsing like a broken doll after Jenna pulled out.

Flipping Sandra over to get a good look at her handiwork, Jenna chuckled. Her belly was slightly
distended even after part of Jenna's load had already leaked out of her gaping cunt. After wiping her
dick off on Sandra's face, Jenna finally fell asleep at the end of a hell of a long day.

Jenna awoke to intermittent pleasant tingles from her loins, each accompanied by the delicate sound
of lips smacking or one of Sandra's moans which she had become so very familiar with. She opened
her eyes to an incredible view.

Sandra was supporting her semi-erect member with her face, which was still caked with some of the
dried juices from when Jenna had used it as a cheap cum rag. She moved up and down its growing
length as she spread kisses and licks along it, her half-lidded eyes blatantly displaying the
contentment she felt. Looking up into Jenna's slowly opening eyes Sandra briefly paused her
ministrations and chirped, "Morning, mommy!" For a moment, she held still, waiting for a response.
Taking the grin creeping onto Jenna's features as a sign of approval of her moniker Sandra resumed
her worship.

"I wanted to... thank you... for yesterday... but," she whispered as she traced kisses up along Jenna's
hardening shaft. "I just can't," She went on before licking the rest of the way to the tip, moaning as
she caught the bead of clear liquid forming on it. "Ahh... fit your delicious cock in my mouth," she
confessed, opening wide before wrapping her lips around the glans, letting Jenna see the excitement
in her eyes as she pushed until her jaw ached. Her lips hadn't touched the widest part of Jenna's
head when she had to stop, but she enthusiastically let her tongue dance over what she had
managed to take, closing her eyes as she savoured the taste.

Hearing Jenna exhale deeply she snapped back to reality and pulled her head back up, letting her lips
slide along Jenna's slightly spongy skin and ending in a debauched parody of a chaste kiss on the tip.

Showering the underside of Jenna's dick with tantalizing pecks as she moved back down she
lamented, "It's even worse with your juicy balls."

She sucked on one of the apple-sized orbs resting between Jenna's ample thighs, feeling it pulse
gently as she basked in Jenna's rich musk.

"You'll have to help me," she teased. Sandra brought up a hand to reverently lift Jenna's sack,
admiring its weight. Feeling her mouth water as she looked at the moistening slit it had concealed
she interjected, "Unless you want me to worship your pussy."

Pressing her face back against Jenna's marvellous cock her voice exuded desire as she intimated, "But
I need to taste your cum."

Even knowing from experience what kind of effect she had on girls, Jenna could scarcely believe how
thoroughly she had warped her, part of her wondering if her seeming innocence had been just a
façade hiding this foul-mouthed nymphomaniac. Tugging on a nipple with one hand she reached
down with the other to stroke Sandra's head, smiling as she felt her lean into the touch. "Mmm, you
dirty slut. I'm so proud of you," she purred, making Sandra beam with bliss at her praise.

"Don't worry, you will," Jenna promised. Sighing, she added, "But first I'll make sure Alex doesn't
bother us." Seeing the annoyed look on the half of Sandra's face not obscured by her dick she
empathized: "Yeah, I know."

Having to physically pull Sandra away from her crotch, she climbed out of bed. "Be a good girl and
stay put," she instructed with a glance over her shoulder and went to cover their tracks.

The second she heard the front door close behind Alex, Jenna made her way back to her bedroom,
grateful for the flexible hours that allowed her to take another hour to give Sandra what she had so
graciously asked for before she needed to head out. She chuckled as she walked up the stairs,
positive that this was not what those who had fought for modern employment conditions had had in
mind.

Entering the bedroom, she was pleased to find Sandra still naked on the bed, lightly caressing her
pussy. As she undressed she remarked, "You're such a naughty girl."

"That's your fault," Sandra giggled.

Ignoring that she was right, Jenna recounted, "Alex was looking for you." Feigning indignation, she
disclosed, "And I had to lie to my son's face, just because his girlfriend is a nasty cheater. You'll have
to work hard to make up for that."

"Ugh, stop talking about him already," Sandra insisted angrily. She drank in Jenna's stunning form
standing at the edge of the bed, somehow even more entrancing in the morning sun flooding into
the room, and felt her groin heat up, a surge of lust blowing her frustration away as quickly as it had
appeared.
Getting on all fours and crawling toward the siren beckoning her, her eyes fell on Jenna's cock,
trailing down to its tip hanging most of the way to her knees. Saliva pooled in her mouth and she
swallowed before asserting, "Oh, and don't call it cheating."

She looked up to see Jenna raise a questioning eyebrow and explained, "No way I'll let that wimp
touch me again." Having arrived at the edge of the bed she elaborated as she reached for Jenna's
cock, "Not when I can have this." Leaning in to inhale its fragrance, a shiver ran down her spine as
she appended, "Be yours."

The twitch running through Jenna's dick revealed that she was equally taken with that proposal.
Grabbing hold of Sandra's head with one hand Jenna hefted her cock with the other, drawing a
delighted squeal from Sandra as she let gravity carry it down to her latest conquest's face and
ordered, "Show me how much you want it."

Sandra obeyed without the slightest hesitation, opening wide and sticking her tongue out to get
another taste of Jenna's virility as Jenna dragged her head up until the tip of her slowly hardening rod
slipped into Sandra's waiting mouth. She pulled Sandra forward slowly and with some effort she
managed to squeeze all of her glans through the slowly stretching ring of Sandra's lips, earning a
muffled appreciative moan from her. With the widest part lodged inside, Jenna pulled Sandra's head
further down her pole, giving her another inch or two to suck on before she pushed her back up and
slowly bobbed the student's head up and down. Feeling Sandra's warm wet orifice grow tighter
around her as she slowly reached full mast drew an approving sigh from Jenna's lips. Once she felt
she was fully erect she pulled Sandra off her, a lewd slurping sound coming from her lips as her glans
popped free.

"Ahh, good start," Jenna commended, putting a smile on Sandra's lips as she recovered her breath.
Letting go of her head she pointed to the floor in front of the bed and instructed, "On your knees."

She sat on the bed, spreading her thighs as she watched Sandra crawl between her legs, her
ravenous gaze glued to Jenna's imposing length bouncing as Jenna worked her pelvic muscles.

"Still want to taste my cum?" she asked. Sandra nodded fervently. "Then work for it," she
commanded. Once again, she had to help Sandra take her girth but now as soon as she had pulled
Sandra past the thickest point she simply left her hand on her head as a reminder of her position
without exerting any pressure, silently daring the girl to show she was as hungry for her cock as she
had claimed.

Sandra started bobbing her head along Jenna's prodigious member and licked all over the part of it
inside her mouth. The fulfilment she derived from its taste made her moan, sending vibrations up
Jenna's dick. Sandra exceeded Jenna's expectations when she grabbed her hips and pulled herself
forward in an effort to impale her face further until Jenna gasped, feeling her tip hit the back of
Sandra's throat.

Begrudgingly Jenna remembered that she didn't have time to get Sandra used to taking it down her
throat, so she settled for the next best thing and tightened her grip on Sandra's head. Having gotten
her attention Jenna announced, "Now, ah, now comes the fun part."

She began dragging Sandra's head up and down her shaft, assisting her movements at first but
applying more force with each stroke, gradually taking control and turning the horny teenager into
her masturbatory aid as she jerked her back and forth more and more vigorously.
Sandra proved herself an ideal fucktoy, making no attempt to pull away from Jenna even when tears
ran down her cheeks, she had to fight for every bit of air she drew through her nose and gagged
every time Jenna bottomed out. Instead, her eyes rolled back and she let go of Jenna's hips as she
went limp - surrendered herself to the dominant vixen, juices from her burning pussy trickling to the
floor.

After some minutes of this Jenna was panting, feeling her orgasm build.

"Hey, slut!" she exclaimed. Sandra's eyes fluttered open, struggling to focus as Jenna continued using
her face. "Get ready for, ah, your treat."

Following a few more thrusts Jenna stopped trying to suppress her inevitable orgasm and, feeling her
balls tighten, plunged as far as she could into her toy.

Sandra felt the cock in her mouth pulse, immediately followed by the feeling of a viscous liquid
hitting the back of her throat, soon followed by another jet, seemingly larger than the first one, and
then another. Past Jenna's cock she could see her bounteous balls move in time with the pulses of
thick cum being dumped in her throat. Sandra played with her clit while Jenna pumped shot after
shot into her and although she didn't get to taste it as she had wanted, the knowledge that using her
had given this sexual goddess so much pleasure filled her with submissive bliss. She didn't notice
Jenna had started to pull out until the next blast filled her mouth with her thick jizz. She swallowed
reflexively and when the flavour, similar to her pre but so much more intense, hit her it set off her
own orgasm, squealing and quivering while another gush overflooded her mouth before Jenna's cock
left her lips, the last few squirts drenching her face.

Sandra swallowed the hot, thick liquid in her mouth greedily, wiped the cum from her eyelids and
hungrily licked it off her fingers. She opened her eyes to see some stray cum running down along
Jenna's slowly softening cock as she recovered from her orgasm, breathing heavy.

Awe-struck, Sandra realized that the glistening coating of her drool covered less than half of it.

"Go on then, get yourself cleaned and off with you. You have to be late by now, right?" Jenna told
her in between breaths, noticeably less energetic than just a few minutes ago.

"Ugh, fine," Sandra groaned, getting up on shaky legs and leaving the room.

Jenna was leering at the puddle of Sandra's nectar on the floor when she suddenly reappeared,
phone in hand. "I want something to remember this by," she giggled as she dropped to her knees
before Jenna. "... and show off with," she added with a wink, wrapping her lips around Jenna's
sensitive tip and beaming at the camera as she snapped some pictures of herself, to Jenna's great
amusement.
HONOUR THY MOTHER CH. 03
And now Jenna was looking at one of them. Just a day ago she couldn't have imagined that this
seemingly angelic creature could have sent it or typed out the cruel message that accompanied it and
had no doubt done its part to reduce her son to the bawling mess curled up against her for comfort.
The memories made her python stir, pressed against her thigh by her stocking, and she put the
phone down beside her so it couldn't distract her further.

"Oh dear," she sighed and gave Alex an affectionate squeeze. She reassured him, "You mustn't take
what she wrote to heart. The little bitch is just trying to hurt you."

Alex cringed again at hearing her talk about Sandra like that and he mewled, "Okay, mom. I'll... I'll
try."

Jenna removed her hand from Alex's side to caress his head as she empathized, "My poor boy. I
know how awful it feels to be cheated on."

She hadn't finished the sentence when disdain filled her as she thought back to his shithead of a
father. He hadn't even had the decency to make up some excuse for fucking some young slag, in their
bed no less, when she walked in on them. He had simply told her she had changed after she had Alex
and should be thankful that he had stayed with her. Of course, he had grovelled once she pulled out
her phone and got the evidence that would later enable her to get a divorce settlement which, while
generous, still left her wanting revenge.

"Cheated on?" she heard Alex repeat incredulously. "Um. Mom, look at that... thing," he muttered
awkwardly. "It's not even real," he pointed out. Wallowing in self-pity, his voice cracked as he
summarized, "She chose a toy over me."

Taken aback, Jenna replied awkwardly, "It, uh, looks real to me. I mean, it seems to, well, work."

"But it's so huge," she heard Alex whisper and felt her thick meat jerk again.

"Oh sweetie, I told you not to believe a word she wrote. It just looks like that because of
perspective," she lied.

"You think so?" Alex sniffled.

"Of course. Don't worry about it, I'm sure you, um, have no problem... downstairs," she assured,
though Alex simply shifted uncomfortably.

A twisted plan took shape in her head and she added, "I could just have a look to confirm."

"Mom! No, that's just weird!" Alex blurted out.

"It sort of is," she agreed. "But it's plain that this bothers you, and I'm sure you actually have nothing
to be concerned about. Don't you want to get it off your mind?" she spelt out.

"Stop it. You're my mother!" Alex demanded.

"Yes, I am. You know I've seen it before, no need to be shy."

"You're just making it worse," Alex whined.

"Think of it like getting a shot. It's better if we stop fussing about it and just get it over with. You'll
feel better, trust me," she conferred.

"I said no. Just hold me. Please," He begged.

Jenna's patience ran out. Exasperated, she urged, "Stop being such a baby and let me..." With a grunt
of effort, she pushed Alex off her, splaying him on the couch, and stood up. Bending over him she
grabbed his pants, lifting up his hips and dragging him along as she pulled them down together with
his boxers, finishing her sentence, "Help... you." Once his privates came into view she snorted. His
penis had to be smaller than her thumb and lay above a pair of testicles maybe an inch across.

Alex suddenly found himself on his back, disoriented. "Actually," he heard his mother's voice.
Propping himself up on his elbows he saw her face above him. Following her gaze, he realized she
had exposed him despite his protests. "Forget what I said. That really is pathetic," he heard her state
matter-of-factly.

Alex froze, dazed. Suddenly Jenna's derisive laughter tore through the oppressive silence filling the
room. Regaining control of herself, Jenna shook her head incredulously and confided, "I didn't want
to believe it, but they weren't exaggerating."

Straightening up, she assessed, "If anything, it's worse than they let on."

Alex felt her words drive a stake through his heart that drove tears into his eyes and paralyzed his
brain. "Mom? What do you..." he stammered before his voice trailed off.

"Aww, confused?" Jenna condescended. "This should clear things up," she declared and pulled her
phone from the inside pocket she'd had the tailor add to her blazer, opened the gallery and started a
slideshow of a folder full of cherished memories, almost failing to suppress a chortle as she pushed it
into her son's hand.

Rather than explain anything, what Alex saw delivered another blow to his reeling mind. He looked
into a stormy grey pair of eyes that he immediately recognized as belonging to Janine, his previous
girlfriend. Her blonde hair was a mess, hanging over the lightly-tanned skin of her bare upper body in
dishevelled streaks. She was pushing her beautiful tits together, another giant dildo emerging from
between them, the tip of her stuck-out tongue hidden behind its glans. He noted that it almost
looked too lifelike just as the picture vanished.

It was replaced by another, this one showing Janine from the hips up, on her back. Her eyes were
closed and lips slightly parted, with thick off-white streaks painted across her hair, face and chest. On
her taut belly, Alex again saw apparently the very same silicone phallus.

A lewd confession broke the silence that had settled in the room. "Oh god, I love your cock," Alex
heard in a voice he hadn't heard in a long time. A video of Maria, his first girlfriend, was playing on
the screen in his hand. Her petite body was bouncing at a frantic pace, gooey cum leaking out of her
ruined pussy onto the massive shaft ravaging her butt. "Ah, Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" she swore before she
wailed, spasmed and collapsed toward the camera.

Next came another photo, this one of Janine on her knees, showing off her mouth filled to the brim
with pure white that also clung to her chin and ran down to her collarbone.

Then a loud slurping sound assailed his ears as he saw Maria's face, her chestnut eyes staring at the
camera as a pale, feminine-seeming hand pulled her up by her brown hair off that ridiculously large
dildo he was starting to see far too much of. Her cheeks hollowed slightly, lips stretched tight until
the glans popped out of her mouth and she wheezed, drawing in a deep breath that suddenly ended
in a gurgling sound as a white spurt filled her mouth, one of many that landed on her, continuing to
unload after just the first few had already covered her entire face. Puzzled, Alex couldn't help but
notice that the dildo bobbed rather organically every time it pumped out another jet.

Another dozen or so files flickered across his mom's phone, photos and videos of this artificial penis
impaling his ex-girlfriends or dumping its fake cum, even one showing both of them on either side of
it, their tongues intertwining around its tip. He had just gathered the presence of mind to wonder
how his mother had gotten these when her cruel laughter reminded him of the world outside of the
screen he was fixated on.

His eyes burned as he blinked, tearing them off another raunchy picture he looked at Jenna, the hand
in front of her mouth doing little to hide the derision on her face.

When she saw him look at her with watering eyes, she moved it to point at him and mocked, "Like
what you see?"

Following her finger Alex found himself looking at his fully erect penis and shame surged through
him. He dropped the phone on the couch and rolled over on his side, his hands darting to cover his
crotch.

"Well at least you seem to know good sex when you see it," she conceded. "They never looked
anything like that with you, did they?"

She knew she wouldn't get an answer, and she didn't need one. "How would they, they probably
couldn't even feel that tiny... thing you have."

After a brief chuckle she added, "Seriously, I don't even know what to call that. It's too small to call a
cock and clits give girls pleasure, unlike that pointless nub," she spat out the last word, her tone
growing increasingly venomous.

"Just how small is it even? 4 inches? Come on, I know you must've measured it. Did you try over and
over again, hoping for another result? Did it even grow since you hit puberty?" she wondered.
Hesitating briefly, she interjected, "Wait, you do know what a clit is, right? With how frustrated those
girls were, you can't be any good with your tongue either."

She let out a deep sigh. "You know, I kind of wish I'd known sooner. I actually felt guilty sometimes,"
she admitted. "But it would've been a crime to just stand by and let pretty young things like that stay
unsatisfied. And to think that you may have been their first. Do you even know how terrible that is?
They must've thought sex was a chore, now I'm actually glad I showed them how much more it can
be."

Following another chuckle, she observed, "Makes sense that they were so tight, they practically were
virgins."

Every sentence of the degrading barrage his mother was raining down on him sunk another dagger
into Alex's back and made him curl up a bit tighter. Before long he was in the foetal position, crying
uncontrollably. Even worse than his mother turning on him, with his hands covering his crotch he
could feel his own body betray him. His penis was rock hard and twitched every time his mother
threw another insult at him or he heard the sounds of rough sex from her phone.

He had always known he wasn't well-endowed. Just as his mother suspected he had kept measuring
himself every month but as the years passed he had become increasingly insecure about it as he
slowly grew barely past 4 inches. Hearing Maria call it "cute" when she first saw it had stung, now his
mother, who had always supported him and built him back up after each breakup, was hammering
that sore spot relentlessly and her every word was like a blow to the pit of his stomach. So why was
he so aroused?

During an abrupt lull in the stream of humiliation, he stammered weakly, "Why are you saying this?"
A few sobs broke out of him. "And what do you mean, you showed them..." He couldn't get the rest
of her sentence past his lips, though to his dismay he felt his penis twitch at the thought.

"Because it's true," Jenna stated flatly. "It's a simple fact that no woman should have to touch that
pitiful lump between your legs and the sooner you accept it the better." She laid out, her tone as
harsh as her words. Alex whined, feeling himself twitch again.

"And why am I even putting you through college if you're that slow? I won't spell it out, you'll put it
together eventually."

"I really wanted to help you grow up into a decent man," she professed, sighing. "Unlike your piece
of shit of a father," she spat out full of contempt.

"I tried to help you build confidence, teach you how to talk to girls, how to treat them, how to pick
yourself back up when they rejected you. I cheered for you whenever one showed interest in you. I
built you back up when they dumped you," she reminisced. "But you can't even be called a man. It
was all in vain," she concluded. "You're such a disappointment."

The resignation in her voice hit Alex harder than anything she had said.

"But," she began, taking off her blazer as she moved to sit next to the quietly weeping picture of
misery in front of her. "You're still my baby boy."

She reached over and pulled Alex's head into her lap, grunting as she overpowered his weak protests.
"And I still love you. Can't help it," she confessed, delicately stroking her son's hair as he broke down
completely, wailing loudly as his tears soaked into her skirt.

Alex wanted to hate her. After all the abuse she had heaped on him he wanted to abhor her, but he
had never felt so betrayed and he needed to be comforted, to feel loved, and despite himself, her
scent and gentle touches soothed him. He wanted to believe that she still loved him, even as a
rapidly shrinking part of his mind screamed that she was lying.

Minutes passed by as Alex slowly calmed until they sat in near-silence, the tune Jenna was humming
the only sound in the room until Alex craned his neck around to look up at her.

"I'm sorry, mom," Alex murmured, "For disappointing you."

"Oh sweetie, don't worry about it," Jenna replied. "It's not your fault."

Another minute passed in silence as Alex's eyes kept creeping toward his mother's bosom, blushing
as he noticed what a beautiful sight it was, even hidden by her blouse. Jenna pretended not to notice
but enjoyed the knowledge of just how completely he was caught in her web.

"Hey, sweetie. I have an idea," She caught him staring at her chest as she looked down. "Now, you'll
never satisfy a woman sexually..."

Alex cringed barely visibly, which she ignored, "But there's something you can do that may make
them want to keep you around anyway. Want me to teach you?" she suggested.
The spark of hope that lit up her son's eyes almost made her reconsider what she was about to do.

"Yes! What is it?" he burst out. Jenna took a second to go over her little con once more, trying to
come up with some last-minute adjustments to make it more believable. "Mom! Come on, tell me,"
Alex prodded her.

"Aren't you eager?" Jenna teased, looking down at Alex with a playful smile on her face. "You see,
sweetie, everyone knows how unhealthy heels are for women's feet but it's hell on our legs too, and
that kind of goes under-appreciated. Ugh, be glad you won't have to spend a day in those things. You
wouldn't believe the leg cramps I've had," she revealed, thinking that she actually quite liked the
thought of putting him in heels.

Pushing that mental image aside, she continued, "And after a day at the office or a night out a nice
leg massage can feel... so good."

Her voice dropped to a purr as she almost moaned the last two drawn-out words. "And if you do a
good job, who knows, maybe she won't mind if your hands roam a little," she teased. "Or she might
be up for some... reciprocity."

"Uh, that kind of makes sense, I guess. Thanks for telling me, mom," Alex said hesitantly. "I think I
give good back massages."

"Back...? Haven't you ever given a leg massage?" Jenna was actually surprised to hear. "Well that
won't do, sweetie. You need some practice. Go on, get on the floor."

"Why would I get on..."

Then it dawned on him. "Wait. You mean, practice... on you?" Alex muttered.

"Of course. Did I say I'd tell you or teach you? And you can't really reach anywhere as you are."

"Umm," Alex hesitated. Jenna held her breath, hoping she hadn't pushed him too quickly. "Okay," he
finally acquiesced.

Jenna shifted forward slightly to sit on the edge of the couch and spread her legs as much as her skirt
permitted. "It's best if you get right between her legs, that way you can get to all the good spots," she
directed, only realizing the innuendo afterwards. She wondered if maybe Alex was more eager than
he let on as he hadn't even taken the time to pull his pants back up from around his thighs so now he
was crawling towards her rather awkwardly.

"There you are. Now, pick a leg, start at the knee and just gently squeeze the calf as you run your
hand down along its back. Alternate your hands, keep it slow and steady," she instructed. "Just like
that, sweetie", she encouraged him as he followed her made-up advice. "Now take it in both hands
and apply a bit more pressure, knead the tension out."

To his credit, Jenna thought, his touch actually was pleasant enough as she watched him work, his
eyes fixated on his hands.

"Seems you're a natural, sweetie," she praised him. "Ugh, I can't relax like this. Let me just..."

She reached up to undo her bun and shook her lush hair free. As it settled she opened the uppermost
buttons of her blouse, pulling it open to display a great deal of cleavage. "That's better," she
breathed as she placed her hands behind her on the couch and pushed out her chest slightly.
Alex was engrossed by the silky sensation of her stocking-clad leg in his hands. Curious to find out
what she'd done, he managed to take his eyes off his hands to look up. The picture of sensual mature
femininity he saw was breath-taking and for a moment he froze until he remembered that this was
his mother he was looking at and he felt his cheeks glow, jerking his head back down as he mentally
berated himself for thinking of her like that.

Jenna savoured the stunned look on his face for the brief instant it lasted. She barely caught sight of
his blush before his sudden movement hid it from view but betrayed so much more.

"You're getting the hang of it, sweetie. Now switch to the other leg. And try experimenting a little,
figure out what works from the reactions you get."

Alex obeyed and for the next few minutes, Jenna enjoyed seeing her son on his knees, devoting
himself to pleasing her, completely absorbed in his task. His eyes alternated between her smooth leg
in his hands and her face, though she saw his eyes drift down to her breasts again and again,
especially whenever she drew in an exaggerated breath just to watch him squirm. The bashful look
on his face every time he noticed she had caught him staring was delightful, but she could only hold
out so much longer. It was finally time to tighten the noose.

"I think you've got the calves figured out well enough for now, sweetie. Time to move on," She
paused for effect. "To the thighs," she announced, watching Alex intently, not quite able to tell
whether he was nervous or excited as he fidgeted. "You'll have to get my skirt out of the way first,
though. Just push it on up."

"But, uh, mom, won't I see your," Alex hesitated, "Underwear?"

"Well, yes, but I've seen yours so it's only fair right?" She smirked as she continued, "Oh, and don't
believe I haven't caught you looking at these," she said as she cupped her full breasts. "Naughty boy,"
she teased. "You want to see it, don't you?" she whispered. Once more she felt herself tense up
while she waited for Alex to react. She had played her hand. Had she caught the right moment?

A grin split her lips as Alex's face turned a radiant crimson and he shifted forward slightly, wordlessly
gripped the hem of her skirt and started to move it up her thighs. He had only moved it a few inches
when a sizable bulge in one of Jenna's stockings caught his eye and he paused briefly. As he slowly
lifted her skirt further he continued to uncover more of it. He stopped, puzzled. "Uh, mom, what's
that?"

"Oh, this?" Jenna asked coyly, taking his hands and pulling them, along with her skirt, toward her
hips. Alex's eyes went wide as more and more of her shaft came into view until she revealed her
weighty balls, which made his jaw drop.

Jenna let go of his hands, reaching down to grab his head and pull his stunned form further toward
her crotch with one hand and slowly liberating her cock from its silky prison with the other, slapping
it down on her son's face. "This is how you will thank me for loving you. For being the only one who
does."

Alex couldn't think. The thick cock in front of his eyes dominated his senses. Feeling its weight on his
face and the heat radiating off it made it even more intimidating, as if its size alone, even near-flaccid
as it was, wasn't enough. "Aww, feeling a bit shy?" he heard his mother's mocking voice. "Guess I'll
have to introduce you."

With that, she pulled his face further forward, her tip sliding up along his face until it drooped over
his head. The further she pulled him the more intense her musk became, utterly filling his nose by
the time his chin touched her root, her balls pressing against his throat. "Oh don't worry, you'll learn
to love that scent," she asserted as she started moving his head in small circles, rubbing her
pheromones all over his face. Alex slowly awoke from his catatonic state, his eyes filling with tears as
he looked at his mother past her impossible cock and saw a mix of glee and malice on her face. "Stick
your tongue out. Taste it," she ordered.

After all he'd gone through, Alex simply didn't have the resolve to put up any resistance against her
commanding presence. The instant that the tip of his tongue touched her, a sour taste assaulted him,
saliva flooding into his mouth, but he obediently extended it further, pressing it flat against her
member, feeling her heartbeat running through it as it slowly hardened. He drooled all over the
lower part of Jenna's hardening shaft while she dragged his mouth across it. "Good boy. Now lick it."

She began guiding him up and down her length, angling her hips forward to keep her cock on his face
as it hardened. He licked her obediently, his salty tears mixing into her unpleasant taste every time
she moved him a bit closer to her tip. "That's right, sweetie. Show me you how much you love me,"
she cooed.

He grimaced when his tongue reached her tip and dragged across the bead of liquid emerging from
it, tasting its slightly bitter saltiness. Jenna chuckled and allowed him to pull away. "Oh, you're going
to love that taste soon. Means you're doing what you're supposed to..."

She made her cock jump, watching Alex's eyes follow it. "And pleasing my fat cock."

Alex still couldn't believe what he saw. Its sheer size alone simply couldn't be real. Realization struck
him like lightning. He was looking at the giant dildo that had been in all those photos, those videos,
the photo Sandra had broken his heart with, but it wasn't a dildo. His mother had fucked all his
girlfriends, done such degrading things to them, and they had dumped him because he could never
make them feel anything like she had. "Finally recognize it?" Jenna's voice shook him from his
thoughts. "Still think it isn't real?" she mocked. "How about these?"

With that, Alex felt her roughly grab his head again and pull forward. An instant later he felt her
heavy sack and the large orbs inside it press against the lower half of his face, her intense scent filling
his nose with every breath he drew. He tried to pull away but couldn't muster any strength. As Jenna
slowly dragged his face over her pouch it was all he could do to look up at her with tear-filled eyes
past the imposing girth of her lightly swaying cock. Worst of all, he felt his own penis throb as she
made him painfully aware of his inferiority.

"Now, sweetie, you can keep chasing girls. Some will reject you, treat you like you're just an
annoyance. Maybe one won't. You'll fall in love, do your best to make her happy," Alex heard her
muse while she continued to rub her huge balls on his face. "Until she dumps you. And trust me, she
will," Remembering his past relationships, Alex knew she was right.

She looked into his eyes pityingly and concluded, sadly, "Because none of them will ever accept you
as you are. They'll never truly love you." Jenna paused to let her words sink into Alex's mind.

"But," she began, in a more cheerful tone, "there's one woman who has always been there for you,"
Jenna insinuated, "One who will never abandon you, the only one who accepts you." Her voice
dropped as she continued, "The only one who could love a tiny-dicked wimp like you."

"You could dedicate yourself to her," Jenna suggested.

Alex's brain had begun associating the smell and feeling of her churning balls on his face with the
humiliation that made him so desperately horny. He was completely powerless against her, his
shameful arousal easily overwhelming what little self-respect he still had. He simply whimpered and
gave a barely perceptible nod, which earned him Jenna's approval, "Good boy. Now kiss them."

He obeyed and pressed his lips against each of her seed-laden orbs as they slid over his mouth.

"Cute. Is that how you kissed Sandra last night?" Jenna remarked. Alex flinched at the memory. It felt
so distant. "Or don't you love me as much as her?" she pried, disappointed.

When Alex's lips parted to French kiss his mother's nuts, the link between the taste on his tongue, his
degrading position kneeling before her and the overwhelming arousal this perverted act sent
coursing through him seared itself into his mind and he felt his penis twitch. "I knew you do," Jenna
beamed.

Jenna never took her eyes off Alex while she made him spit-shine her swollen sack, pleased to see
that he couldn't stand up to her gaze. He lowered his eyes every time they made eye contact only to
slowly look back up at her shortly after, seeking her approval.

Every time he did, her smirk widened slightly as his eyes lingered for a moment first on her proud
shaft, which had begun to liberally coat itself with her salty lubricant, then her beautiful half-revealed
bust.

Pleased with his progress, Jenna decided it was time to move things along. "Not bad, I think you've
earned a reward," she praised.

Leaning back against the couch's backrest, she moved her free hand to her collarbone and slowly ran
it down her body, making sure that Alex was watching as she opened another button of her blouse so
she could pull her bra aside and idly massage first one and then the other of her ample breasts.

Alex was so absorbed by the sight before him that he only noticed his head being pulled toward
Jenna's massive shaft when he felt its slippery warmth on his face. "Enjoy your treat," he heard his
mother's voice just an instant before his mouth reached the base of her cock.

Dancing across her skin as if out of habit, his tongue again tasted the salty liquid that had been so
disgusting just a few minutes ago. It was still unpleasant, but as his eyes stayed glued to his mother's
hand massaging her beautiful breasts the confidence radiating from her as she made him worship her
was overwhelming. He didn't dare go against what she clearly wanted and so he made out with the
underside of her cock as she slowly dragged him up along it.

When he briefly looked into her eyes, hoping that debasing himself had at least earned him her
appreciation, the growing lust he saw in them gave him a perverse sense of accomplishment.

When Alex felt the hardness of Jenna's shaft on his tongue replaced by the spongy smoothness of her
glans, he knew what had to come next. For a few seconds, Jenna just held his head in place at her tip
and enjoyed his tongue running all over her glans.

Alex wanted to stop, especially because his tongue was at that point completely covered in the salty
pre leaking out of her tip in a steady stream, but under her demanding gaze, he simply couldn't and
he felt himself grow painfully hard as a sense of powerlessness washed over him.

Then she pushed his head down, accompanied by a simple warning, "I better not feel your teeth."

Alex felt his lips touch her glans and slowly spread as she invaded his mouth. He watched her wet tip
slowly disappear between his lips until, just as the stretching of his jaw began to go from
uncomfortable to painful, the rest of her glans slipped past his lips, drawing a surprised gasp from
Jenna.

"Good job, sweetie. Sandra needed much more help to fit that into her cute little mouth," Alex heard
her say, the barbed praise adding to the confusing mix of emotions roiling inside him. When she
resumed her conquest of his mouth, her tip slowly inching closer to his throat, she added, "Looks like
you're a born cocksucker. Maybe that's why your dick is so pathetic, you're not supposed to use it."
Tears rolled down Alex's cheeks as his dick twitched as if to confirm her words.

When Jenna's tip reached Alex's throat he gagged and brought his hands up to her hips to try and
push himself off. "No," her sharp monosyllabic order made him freeze. He looked up and saw a
clearly displeased expression on his mother's face. "Hands behind your back," she commanded. Alex
had barely even fully processed her demand when his arms were already moving. His obedience was
rewarded with a contented smile from Jenna. She shifted her grip on his head to lightly caress it as
she held him in place and cooed, "That's my boy."

Following a short giggle, she added, cheerfully, "I tried to raise you into a proud man but here you
are, a submissive little boy choking on my cock. But that's just who you are, isn't it? Want to know a
secret?"

Amused by Alex's attempted nod, she purred, "I love it. I love obedient boys who know what they're
good for. You're just perfect like this."

Her confession made Alex's heart flutter, warmth spreading through him as a growing need to please
her took hold in his mind.

"And this is what you're good for," Jenna affirmed just before she reapplied pressure to his head and
he gagged profusely as her tip bent down his throat.

Feeling his throat stretch around his mother's thick cock caused Alex immense discomfort but he
knew that trying to escape it would displease her, so he held still and let her set the pace of his
violation. His eyes dropped to her hips, watching them slowly come closer. He made a muffled sound
when he saw just how much of her shaft remained outside his lips. "Yes, you will take that down your
throat," Jenna reaffirmed. "And keep your eyes up here," she said and made a show of pinching a
sensitive nipple. Alex did as he was told, far from reluctant to watch her massage her soft tits,
noticing his perspective shift slowly as her huge cock pushed ever further down his throat.

Eventually, Alex's eyes went blurry as he ran out of air and, instinct overriding freshly learned
obedience, struggled to pull off Jenna's cock. After making him squirm for a few seconds, Jenna
relented and pulled him back up until his lips were wrapped around the lowest part of her glans. Alex
tried to pull all the way off but he was unable to overcome the surprising strength of her grip, so he
made do with quick, desperate breaths through his nose, each carrying more of her pheromones.

"We'll have to work on how long you can hold your breath," Jenna commented as she waited for his
breathing to somewhat normalize. "Now, take a deep breath. And next time, suck on it on your way
up," she instructed, waiting for him to fill his lungs with a fresh supply of air before pushing him back
down, faster and rougher this time, ignoring Alex's gagging.

His throat clung tightly to her cock which felt amazing but continued to slow her down. She could
barely push any faster than when she first entered his throat no matter how much force she applied
to Alex's head, but the sensations on the tip of her cock as she impaled her son's face further and
further, opening up the deepest parts of his throat and moulding it into her toy, were heavenly and
having to go so slowly only made them last longer.

Unfortunately, she felt Alex begin to struggle again before she could push the last few inches into his
throat. She savoured the sensations on her glans for another second before pulling him up, enjoying
the feeling of his throat and, as she noted with satisfaction, the tight seal of his lips gliding along her
shaft as he sucked on it while she pulled him up as desperately as he sucked in air once his airway
was clear.

"That's it, sweetie. Just keep doing as you're told," she praised him with a warm smile. She saw Alex's
eyes light up with happiness at her praise even as tears streamed down his face from her treatment
of his throat.

"This is so much easier than dealing with girls, isn't it?" she asked as she held his head in place and
locked eyes with him. "You don't need to deal with their mixed signals, try to read their mind or
struggle in vain to satisfy them," she elaborated, "You just need to let me show you how to worship
me."

With that she pushed Alex down along her length again, going down his slightly loosened throat. She
still had to push hard to force her way deeper into him, but anticipation filled her as she watched her
last few inches slowly vanish between his lips. She kept her eyes on Alex's as he looked past her
cleavage, moving in time with her heavy breathing, and saw his eyes go wide as the tip of his nose
touched her smooth skin just and she finally buried herself to the hilt.

On top of the amazing sensations on her cock as his throat spasmed around it, an incredible feeling
of satisfaction filled Jenna. Every time she had seduced Alex's girlfriends had given her a vengeful
rush, ruining their relationship like his father and that young slut had destroyed her illusion of a
happy marriage. She had felt guilty at first, but someone had to repay her for what that bastard had
done to her and who better than the son to pay for the sins of the father?

But that was nothing compared to seeing the shock on Alex's tear-streaked face as she slowly ground
it against her crotch, showing perfectly how utterly she had bent him to her will. It took her a lot of
willpower not to cum right then, not to force feed him the first of what would be many of her loads.

"Damn, you actually managed to take it all," she stated the obvious, somewhat surprised herself.
"Maria needed weeks of practice, and Janine even longer," she recounted while she kept moving his
head in small circles. Her hips jerked against his face inadvertently as she concluded, "You really are a
natural. I'm starting to think this is where you belong."

Although an at that point almost forgotten part of Alex felt insulted and repulsed, uncontrollably
aroused as he was he found himself quite open to the idea that he belonged between the legs of the
most beautiful woman he had ever seen, even if it was on his knees. That this woman was his
mother, who had somehow grown an enormous cock which was now buried in his throat all the way
to her heavy balls made it so much more shameful, which only aroused him further and made him
putty in Jenna's hands.

"Now be a good boy and hold still. Mommy needs to unwind a little," Alex heard her say just before
she slowly pulled his head back. His gaze dropped to see a few inches of her thick meat, glistening
with his saliva, re-emerge from his lips, thankful to feel the pressure in his throat recede.

Just as Alex was starting to anticipate a new lungful of air, he was forcefully pushed forward again.
From the corner of his eye, he saw Jenna's thighs flex as her hips lifted slightly, barely giving him
enough time for his over-strained gag reflex to set in before he once again felt the intense heat
radiating off her balls on his chin. He heard a low moan of satisfaction from Jenna as she pressed his
head into her crotch for just a moment before she pulled him off again, quicker this time, only to
once again push him back in, no more gently than before.

Another shallow thrust followed, followed by yet another, each rougher than the last. By the fifth
time Alex felt his lips touch Jenna's base, he was running out of air. He started to squirm and shot a
pleading glance up at her face to see burning lust in her eyes and a knowing smirk on her lips. She
jerked against his face once more and firmly held him in place as he squirmed. Unable to break out of
her grip, all his struggling accomplished was smearing the saliva coating her sack all over his chin.

Only when Alex's eyes were losing focus did she finally let up and allow him to pull off, though she
still stopped him as soon as her glans filled his mouth, her pre oozing directly onto his tongue.
Nevertheless, Alex was glad to finally refill his lungs, her pheromones flooding his nose with every
hurried breath he drew. His eyes refocused on Jenna who was pinching one of her nipples as she
gave him a second to breathe.

Alex had just exhaled when the grip on his hair suddenly tightened painfully and Jenna rammed
herself back into his throat, brief laughter bursting out of her as Alex's eyes widened in panic. As
soon as she had forced Alex all the way down, she dragged his head back up slowly. "Go on,
breathe," she ordered when her tip left Alex's throat.

Seeing the expecting look on her face, Alex inhaled deeply and held his breath, bracing for the next
violation of his throat, but nothing happened. Jenna simply held his head in place as he tried to
convey his confusion to her as best he could with his lips stretched tight around her fat shaft.

Just as he started to breathe again, she did drive her cock back into its new home and started fucking
Alex's face with increasingly brutal thrusts until the sound of her hips smacking into his face followed
shortly by her balls dominated the room, louder than her grunts and Alex's gagging.

Every time Alex started to struggle for breath she would grind his face against her pelvis until his
eyelids started to flutter before letting him pull off far enough to get a few breaths in, rewarding him
with a coo and a gentle stroke of his hair every time he remembered to suck on the way up as she
had instructed. Jenna didn't fail to notice when, after a few failed attempts, Alex stopped trying to
pull all the way off, earning him some heartfelt praise: "That's a good little cocksucker."

As the minutes went by, Alex drank in the view of Jenna's satisfied face, eyes closed as she chewed
on her bottom lip with sweat glistening on her forehead and her hair hanging over it in loose streaks,
and her round breasts, small shocks running through them every time her hips struck his face.

His lust-addled and oxygen-starved brain couldn't help but think that even with most of her cock
staying inside him, her seemingly shallow thrusts had to be sliding more inches past his lips than his
penis measured in its entirety, even painfully erect as it was. Although he was ashamed to admit it to
himself, part of him outright hating himself for it, he craved more of the rough treatment his mother
was subjecting him to.

He made a feeble attempt at rationalizing it as finally being secure in the knowledge that he was
satisfying a woman, but he knew that it was the way his mother extracted her pleasure from him,
even his breathing being completely under her control, that felt so right.
It probably didn't help that the lack of air was amplifying his arousal even further, to the point that
the need to get off overpowered his mother's command and he moved one of his hands to his
crotch.

He started jerking his twitching penis, keenly aware of how easily he could wrap his fingers around it,
and closed his eyes to focus on the sensations running through him.

Primed as he was, he felt his orgasm rapidly approaching but before he could even finish the few
strokes he needed, he felt Jenna grip his hair and violently tear him completely off her cock, the
sharp pain radiating from his scalp soon followed by an equally intense stinging in his cheek
accompanied by a loud slap.

Shocked, he opened his eyes to see Jenna staring at him, fury written unmistakably across her face.

"Did I not make myself clear? Hands. Behind. Your. Back," she spat out. Alex shivered as he removed
his hand from his crotch. His body was screaming at him to continue but he was desperate to
appease her.

"Always thinking about yourself, aren't you?"

Her eyes drilled into Alex's and she continued, "From now on, you will stop being such a selfish brat.
You will please me and I will decide when you've earned an orgasm. Are we clear?"

Alex ignored the pain in his scalp as he gave a frantic nod and hungrily stuck his tongue out toward
her tip swaying an inch from his face, letting his actions speak louder than any words his abused
throat could have formed.

Content with his submissive display, Jenna concluded, "Good, Now get to it. But if I ever catch you
touching that little dick of yours again, you'll regret it."

She relaxed her grip to let Alex wrap his soft lips around her swollen glans, his tongue circling her tip
as he looked up at her apologetically. Fear crept onto his face as Jenna stopped teasing her nipples to
grip his head in both hands and rammed her cock into him even more forcefully than before.

She resumed fucking his face with renewed brutality, clearly not paying any attention to him as she
lost herself the sensations running up and down her cock as she jerked his lips back and forth across
her length.

Dizzied by the vicious treatment his head and throat were being subjected to, Alex realized that he
had gotten in over his head when his lungs started to burn and Jenna showed no signs of letting up.

The short breaths he could get whenever she seemingly accidentally dragged her tip all the way out
of his throat only to slam right back into it were nowhere near enough and his consciousness was
starting to swim.

"God, your throat feels great. Like it was made for my cock," Alex heard Jenna grunt, her voice
betraying equal measures of exertion and ecstasy, "You're gonna make me cum."

In an immense feat of self-control, she pulled out of his throat one more time, letting him breathe
while she locked eyes with him. "You want it?" she commanded rather than asked while Alex
desperately filled his lungs. Alex tried to nod and hum his approval, not even trying to lie to himself
that he simply wanted it to end.
Alex felt the now familiar wet warmth of her churning balls pressing against his chin once more
before Jenna pulled out of him until only part of her glans remained between his lips and he watched
his mother throw her head back in orgasm as she screamed, "Swallow!"

The next instant, her cock pulsed between his lips and a deep sense of fulfilment washed over him as
her hot salty cream flooded his mouth. Though he did his best to swallow there was just too much of
it, the next jet of the thick stuff being pumped into him before he could finish swallowing the first. He
felt heat spread across first his chin and cheeks, then down to his chest as her delicious cum leaked
from his lips. Its scent filled his nose, almost as divine as the flavour filling his mouth.

His eyes drifted shut as Jenna fed him more and more of her milk until her squirts shrank, first to the
point that he could actually keep up with the amount of liquid she shot onto his tongue and a few
squirts later to just a small trickle, almost comparable to the amount he produced in a week. At that
point, he felt her fully pull him off her and his eyes shot open. He dove for her tip, sucked the last bit
of cum out of her and swallowed it. As he looked up toward Jenna's heaving chest and her grinning
face, he saw a phone in her hand, the camera pointed right at him. He saw her raise an eyebrow like
she always did when she was expecting him to say something.

"Thanks, mom. I love you."

HONOUR THY MOTHER CH. 04
Alex sat at his desk, poring over yesterday's notes. He had found that letting a day pass and new
information come in meant he was actually relearning some details he had forgotten in the
meantime, making his time spent studying more efficient. Unfortunately, it had encroached on his
Saturdays but it had managed to make Mondays less dreadful, at least.

The sense of normalcy that his coursework gave him felt strange. A week ago his life had been turned
on its head when he had not only been dumped but on top of that his ever-supportive mother had
revealed to him that she had stolen his girlfriend, she had berated and humiliated him and then, to
his utter shock, had revealed an enormous cock and forcibly shoved it down his throat. As he had lain
in bed feeling her hot load in his utterly filled stomach he had tried in vain to understand why being
belittled and violated by her like that had aroused him so much, had felt right for some part of him.

Then the next day at college everything had been just the same. If it hadn't been for his sore throat
or the way his mother had looked at him that morning when she came down the stairs from her
bedroom wearing only a dressing gown showing off a lot of cleavage rather than the business outfits
she always wore, he could have thought it had been just a bad dream.

The weekend had dispelled any doubt about whether being so horribly abused by his mother had just
been a strange figment of his imagination, though.

On Saturday just after breakfast, Jenna had all but dragged him into her car and gone clothes
shopping with him. She had tried on several sundresses, all loose around her legs but cut low enough
to put plenty of her generous breasts on display, followed by long, flowing skirts and bikini tops. Next
came some wide pants which somehow managed to conceal the monster she had secured against
her leg and the heavy balls, too big to comfortably fit into any underwear, hanging free between her
legs, so long as she was careful how she moved. They were accompanied by a variety of skin-tight or
low-cut tops which emphasized her rack, obviously at least as much of a point of pride as any other
part of her body, even more than they normally would due to the contrast with her deceptively
conservative lower garment.

Then she modelled in an evening dress that showed mouth-watering cleavage, complimented her
stunning figure and teased with a leg slit almost all the way to her hips while flowing loosely enough
around the other leg to conceal her secret.

Finally, she made his jaw drop when she pulled back the curtain of her booth to reveal herself in a
sports bra and yoga pants, the sexy shape of her hips and butt failing to catch his eye with the outline
of her immense balls as clearly visible as her almost knee-length flaccid cock pressed against her
thigh. Unable to stop staring at it, he had watched the material stretch thinner as her cock inflated,
becoming almost sheer before Jenna remarked that he obviously liked it and retreated back behind
the curtain to change back into her old clothes.

With every new outfit, she had struck some poses, adjusted her clothes to properly display her
impressive bust and asked for his opinion, though often Alex would be too dumbfounded to
comment. Again and again, his mind had drifted into fantasies of getting his hands on those beautiful
curves, peeling off those clothes to fully reveal the gorgeous woman who was mercilessly teasing
him, feeling her warm, soft skin - before blushing furiously when he suddenly remembered that that
woman was his mother. Even as he was thinking about it now, images of Jenna posing for him, her
breasts ready to burst out of their confinement, popped into his mind and sent blood rushing to his
groin.

When they had returned home, she had barely dropped off her bags before pushing Alex down on
his knees in the middle of the hall and forcing her cock into his mouth, unceremoniously taking out
her arousal that had built up over the day on him in spite of his impotent protests. Alex distinctly
remembered the feeling of his shirt tightening around his belly as she drained her massive orbs
directly into his stomach. He had stopped struggling long before that point, pummeled into
submission by the unceasing impacts of her hips on his face. He was still ashamed to admit it to
himself, but as she fucked his face and force fed him her copious load, caring little about the lack of
air making him light-headed, being used like that by her had turned him on so much that just the
feeling of his underwear rubbing on his twitching penis had been agonizingly close to triggering his
own orgasm. That night he had again laid in bed confused and unbearably horny, hands roaming over
his well-stuffed belly as he struggled to fall asleep, prevented from giving himself the release he so
desperately needed by his mother's command to never touch himself again that had seared itself
into his mind.

Sunday morning had again been deceptively normal and he had gone to his friend Jim's house to
hang out, have some beers and kill some time, mostly with video games, in hopes of being distracted
from the weird turns his life had taken, but all he could think about was how shallow everything they
did and talked about throughout the afternoon felt. All games they played quickly turned into one-
sided stomps in Alex's favour as they always had, but he no longer took any pleasure in his victories,
suddenly seeing how hollow and meaningless they were. Jim had tried to get him to feel better about
being dumped by Sandra, talk of how she had screamed at him on campus having spread like
wildfire, but all that accomplished was reminding him of that evening. Alex desperately needed to
talk to someone about what his mother had done to him but while he tried to structure the
memories whirling in his head so he could share them, he was simply too ashamed of what had
happened, his inability to talk about what occupied his mind most creating a growing sense of
isolation. To his horror, just thinking back to how his mother had treated him gave him an erection.

Whatever fleeting feeling of a return to his old life the time spent with Jim had managed to build up
had come crashing down soon after he had come home. It had been late in the evening so Alex
wasn't surprised to find the house dark, Jenna already having gone to bed. What did surprise him
though was finding his usually somewhat chaotic room perfectly clean and tidy, aside from his
onahole, which he had bought when a dangerous mix of arousal and desperation had dominated his
mind late one night after his first breakup, laying on his bed. It was stretched out to the point of
uselessness and absolutely overflowing with cum. Alex assumed it was Jenna's way of reminding him
that he no longer had a use for it anyway. He was sure he had hidden it well so she had either
searched his room in his absence or known about it and chosen that day to let him know, either way
as he threw away his broken toy, getting her cum all over his hands in the process, got into bed and
tried to fall asleep with the smell of her cum pervading his room he had to assume that this violation
of his privacy would not be the last, if it wasn't an outright announcement that his mother would no
longer respect it at all.

The unapologetic smirk creeping onto her lips as she greeted him with a casual "Morning, sweetie.
Sleep well?" on Monday morning had only widened when he simply blushed and nodded, unable to
work up the will to confront her about it.
After an otherwise unremarkable day she had informed him that evening that she would have a
bunch of important meetings the next day so she would probably be home late and quite stressed
out.

That brought his thoughts back to today. Her tone had quite clearly indicated that she wasn't
preemptively apologizing for possibly snapping at him. Instead, she seemed to expect him to do
something about it, which he feared could only mean one thing.

"There you are", a voice tore Alex out of his rumination. He jerked and whipped his head around to
see Jenna walk into his room, an unreadable expression on her face. The fact that she was still
wearing one of her usual combinations of a professional blouse and a long skirt hugging the curve of
her waist down to her hips but hanging loosely off them and she hadn't even taken the time to undo
her strict bun before she had come looking for him was a warning sign to Alex's startled mind.

"Uh, hi mom" was all he could utter before she had closed the distance and was standing behind him,
her right hand on his left shoulder. "Glad to see you're taking your studies seriously" she commended
as she leant over him to cast a cursory glance at his notes, forcing him to look past her prodigious
breasts as he craned his neck to search her face for any signs that she wasn't going to take out
whatever frustrations had accrued over the day on him. His heart sank when he heard her say: "Still, I
have to admit I'm disappointed."

Her eyes stayed on his notes as she elaborated: "I told you today would be stressful, and it really was,
thinking you'd get the hint and prepare something for me but apparently you don't care. God, I
would've loved to come home and be pampered a little, but what do I find?"

Suddenly, she turned her head and locked eyes with Alex, her steely expression sending a shiver
down his spine. "Nothing."

After a brief but deadly silence, she continued, every meticulously enunciated syllable letting on
more of her barely held back anger: "No dinner, no hot bath, not even a glass of wine. For years I've
worked my ass off to put a roof over your head and food on the table. And now I'm paying your way
through college because we both know that film degree will never land you a job that would let you
pay off a loan. And all that is not even worth the one minute of your time it would have taken to pour
me some wine ahead of time, a small gesture to let me know you appreciate everything I do for you."

During the brief pause that followed, Alex mired in the guilt welling up inside him, it almost felt like
the time he had gotten caught looking for his Christmas presents in Jenna's closet. She had always
had a way of making him feel horrible about himself whenever he displeased her.

"I really thought you were better than this" he heard her almost sigh, the anger vanished from her
voice. That sentence set his mind racing for a way to appease her, just like it always had.

"How about a massage?" Alex suggested. "You know, a leg massage after a day in heels?" He cringed
as he inadvertently reminded himself of what had happened after she had told him about how great
those felt.

"Too little too late, sweetie. I think I deserve an apology", she chided him, pulling on his shoulder to
spin his chair around so he was facing her.

"You're right. I'm sorry" Alex whispered and lowered his eyes, unable to keep up eye contact,
blushing when he realized he was staring at her chest instead.
"That's not a bad start", she smirked as she let go of his shoulder and stepped back, one hand moving
to the zip at the side of her skirt and the other pointing to the floor in front of her.

As Alex's fears came to pass he surrendered himself to his fate and wordlessly slipped off his chair to
kneel in front of his drawers, a deer ceasing its struggles as it feels the cougar's jaws close around its
neck. He found himself face to face with Jenna's crotch just in time to watch her slowly undo the zip
at the side of her skirt and let it ride down the flare of her hips, gradually revealing her flawless skin,
which in turn betrayed her lack of underwear. Time seemed to slow to a crawl as it slipped over the
crest of the curve to her thighs and eventually caught on something that had been hidden by the
loosely flowing cloth. He consciously knew what it was but, as if his mind was trying to deny it, he
had been expecting the smooth flesh that came into view above the edge of her skirt to continue its
inwards curve until a no doubt equally perfect pussy would appear. Instead, as Jenna hooked her
thumbs through her skirt on either side and pushed it down, Alex's eyes were drawn to the root of a
massive shaft and followed its arc toward Jenna's right thigh as her skirt descended and exposed the
strangely smooth skin of her sack. The way the tightly stretched material squeezed her cock as it
slipped down along it emphasized that despite its already intimidating size, it was completely soft.

Shortly after, Alex saw a pair of sizable bulges appear between Jenna's thighs. He heard her breath
catch in her throat when the line of taut cloth, just past the widest point of her thighs but still
squeezing her fat shaft, reached those twin masses. A grunt forced itself from her lips, conveying a
mix of effort and pleasure as she slowly pushed her skirt further toward the floor, its fabric forced to
stretch even more as it slid over Jenna's bloated balls. She let out a sigh of relief once she had freed
the top half of her orbs from the concealing garment and the tension in its material assisted gravity
in pulling the skirt further along the narrowing outline of her stocking-clad thighs until it went slack
and pooled around her feet. During the brief moment that she just stood there, Alex took in the
obscene sight of her balls, each had to be at least the size of his fist, and the almost elegant curve of
her huge cock from its base to her right stocking and it almost immediately dawned on him that her
lack of underwear was probably not born of boldness or something she had done ahead of time
intending to show off, but simply necessitated by the size of her distinctly male organs leaving her
with very few, if any, options for underwear that wouldn't look even more out of place on her
amazingly feminine hourglass figure.

Alex's eyes followed the sway of her hips when the succubus who was about to slake her thirst on
him took a graceful measured step toward him, breaking the protective circle of cloth around her,
and wrapped the thumb and index finger of her left hand as far around the base of her cock as they
could reach and while the other slid up along it as she pulled it out of its impromptu prison, the fat
bulge on the inside of her right stocking receding until her glans finally came free and she released
her grip, letting it drop in front of her.

Alex's eyes automatically ran along her shaft from her fingers still wrapped around its base down to
the tip hanging close to her knees. Incredulity gave way to fear as the inevitability of what Jenna was
about to make him do reasserted itself in his mind. Everything from her outfit to her unveiling the
enormous cock and balls only hidden behind her skirt to the way she pulled her cock free was eerily
reminiscent of that evening not even a week ago, and there was no doubt in Alex's mind that this
was not coincidental. Thankfully, this time he was too far away for her to have dropped her meaty
cock directly on his face, though that would certainly change soon.

Although he didn't see Jenna's face with his eyes transfixed on her crotch, he knew that there had to
be a smirk on her lips when she took the time to put her right hand on her hip and cock it to one side.
Alex watched the tip of her sleeping python sway for a second before she moved her left hand up
along her shaft, lifting it up so her drooping tip was level with his face, and she shifted forward
slightly until he felt her spongy flesh touch his lips. He resisted for just a moment before he obeyed
the unspoken command and opened his mouth just enough for the very tip of her member to slip
between his lips.

When he saw Jenna's hand leave her hip and move to the top of his head he braced for a painfully
tight grip, but instead he felt a soft caress before she took hold of his head firmly but gently. Puzzled,
Alex finally managed to tear his eyes off the still shocking sight of her cock, even more so now that its
tip had vanished between his lips where the rest of it would certainly follow soon, and turned his
head up to look at her. That she allowed him to do so even though, as Alex knew all too well, she
could have easily held his head in place along with the pleased smirk on her face as she clearly
enjoyed the sight of him on his knees, insecurity written all over his face as he kissed her cock,
confirmed Alex's suspicions that she had noticed how easily he had surrendered himself to her and
was going easier on him as a reward.

The small spark of hope within Alex that just this act of submission was enough to appease her was
extinguished almost as soon as it appeared when Jenna began to slowly feed more of her cock into
his mouth. With her mesmerizing eyes drilling into his, he made no attempt to resist and simply
relaxed his jaw.

As her head slipped between his lips, they peeled back her foreskin and her bare glans landed
directly on top of his tongue. The intense tangy taste that flooded his mouth was becoming more
familiar far more quickly than it was becoming less unpleasant and kicked his saliva production into
overdrive. He grimaced and tried to get his tongue away from it but all that accomplished was
making Jenna laugh and licking all over her smooth flesh as more and more of it filled his mouth until
his tongue was forced back to the floor of his mouth, its sensitive nerves beginning to feel her pulse
through her cock as it slowly filled with blood.

Once all of Jenna's glans was inside Alex's warm and increasingly wet mouth, she stopped for a
second, seemingly taking another moment to bask in her easy victory before Alex felt a light tug on
his head and Jenna began to pull it off her cock. His lips were pulled outward and his eyes dropped to
see her glans reemerge, now glistening with a thin sheen of his saliva, until he once again only held
her very tip between his lips, except it had now emerged from its hood and the hand steadying her
shaft was closer to being level with his mouth as the monster between Jenna's legs roused and
gravity's hold on it weakened.

Alex offered just as little resistance when she held his head in place and used her hips and hand to
push her cock back into his mouth, though he could feel that his lips already had to spread a bit
wider around her slowly inflating cock and she squeezed an inch of her shaft into his mouth along
with her glans before she stopped.

"This isn't much of an apology if you're just going to sit there, sweetie", she reprimanded him.

Alex blinked and looked up at her questioningly, unsure what else she could want. He was relieved to
see that she seemed amused rather than displeased.

"You're supposed to suck on it, remember?" she reminded him. The tone of her voice was exactly the
same as when she used to send him back to the bathroom knowing seemingly miraculously that he
hadn't brushed his teeth.

Alex felt his face heat up and looked back down to the thick meaty rod in front of him, his eyes
running from the point where it emerged from his mother's hips along its length until a tiny part of it
was obscured by his nose and it vanished between his lips, though the sensations on his tongue
clearly confirmed that it extended beyond that point. He swallowed the saliva flowing ever more
freely with more of her cock spreading its sour taste in his mouth and did what was expected of him.
As his cheeks hollowed he felt ashamed and closed his eyes to try and shut out what it was that he
sucked on, though that only intensified the sensations in his mouth.

The sheer perversion of the situation he found himself in made it impossible to push it out of his
mind, especially once Jenna again withdrew her hardening rod, which was accompanied by an
incredibly lewd slurping sound coming from Alex's lips and an approving moan from Jenna's.

"You know, sweetie..." he heard Jenna start when she had once again pulled out to her tip and began
to push back in, the growing rigidity of her now half-hard cock allowing her to speed up a little. "Hey,
look at me."

He opened his eyes and focused on hers as she continued: "I'm worried about you." The genuine
concern in her voice confused Alex since it was in stark contrast to what she was doing to him.

"You spend so much time cooped up in your room. You barely have any friends and you'll never meet
new people sitting around here, just like in high school."

Alex couldn't help rolling his eyes as she gave him the same sermon he had heard from her for years,
though even if his mouth wasn't currently occupied he couldn't have argued against what she was
saying, he really did have few people he would call friends and it was a sore spot.

"You really need to get out more. I've heard great things about your college's swimming club and you
always loved swimming. Why don't you try joining? Go to practice and see if you like it. I'm sure you
will", she urged him. "And trust me, women love a swimmer's body", she added with a wink.

Alex just stared at her with a blank expression, perplexed by how casually she was giving him
unwanted advice and reminiscing about the past, as if it was perfectly normal that she was dragging
his head up and down her growing length, pushing more of it into his mouth with every stroke.

"I really think you should give it a shot. Come on, do it for me?" she suggested with an angelic voice.

"Unless..." she began, and Alex saw a spark of lust light up in her eyes as her expression shifted into a
smile that was as devilish as her tone had suddenly become.

"Unless you actually enjoy this," she concluded and moved her left hand to join the other on his
head.

"Maybe you would rather be here every single day, waiting for me to come home so you can help me
relax", she laid out as she tightened her grip and started thrusting her now fully erect cock into his
mouth faster and deeper. The sudden change in her attitude alarmed Alex and made him aware that
he had almost started to grow comfortable in his position on his knees before her.

"Because raising a brat like you can be a real pain in the ass. And having a nice, tight throat..." she
continued, pausing to push her tip all the way to the back of his mouth and make him gag after the
last word.

"... to fuck after a day of dealing with disrespectful idiots who see a nice pair of tits and immediately
forget that they're attached to someone who's their superior in every... single... way..." she ranted as
she yanked his head back and forth, drool starting to run down his chin as she accentuated her last
three words with particularly forceful thrusts that came dangerously close to forcing her tip to bend
down into his throat.
"... is just perfect. But you aren't any better in that regard, are you? I know you can't keep your eyes
off me. Even in public, you're always staring at my tits or ass. You're such an embarrassment. You
don't even know what I've put up with for you and you look at your own mother like a piece of
meat." Jenna's eyes were aflame with a volatile mix of lust and anger as her self-control evaporated
and she jerked his head along her rock hard cock more and more vigorously.

With her arousal growing, a salty note mixed into the sour taste filling Alex's mouth as pre-cum
began to leak from her tip. Soon a steady stream of the salty lubricant was pumping into his mouth,
easily enough to completely cover every bit of skin inside it, both his own and Jenna's, until it
dominated his taste buds which Alex was strangely grateful for as he found it at least less unpleasant
than what it had replaced.

Still, the constant gagging caused by Jenna's tip battering against the back of his mouth brought tears
to Alex's eyes which began to streak down his cheeks and joined the saliva running from the corners
of his mouth.

"Well, how do you like your piece of meat?" he heard Jenna growl triumphantly as she redoubled the
strength of her already painful grip on his head and pulled him into the oncoming forceful thrust and
with a sharp pain and muffled sound of panicked protest, several inches of her fat cock forced their
way down his throat and cutting off his airway.

"Yes! Choke on it!" she pressed between clenched teeth, burying herself ever so slightly deeper with
the involuntary jerks of her hips.

She clearly didn't care about giving him time to adjust before roughly pulling him back up her pole
and launching right into the next forceful thrust down his throat. Alex gagged and choked as he
watched her hips rush toward him, stopping just a few inches in front of his nose this time. Just a
moment later, Jenna growled his name, clearly unhappy with something.

"How many times do I have to remind you? Suck. My. Cock." she barked at him and he immediately
regretted putting off his overdue visit to the hairdresser as he felt her shift her grip from his scalp to
his hair. Even through the spike of pain that followed he obeyed her, creating a vacuum seal around
her shaft as she roughly pulled him off it.

"That's it. Now take it all", she demanded and a muffled scream of pain erupted from Alex as she
brutally pulled his head forward, though it turned into a muted gurgle when her cock entered his
throat and kept going deeper until Alex felt his nose flatten against Jenna's pelvis while his spit-
soaked chin pressed into her sack. Jenna let out a sigh of relief and held him there for a few seconds,
easily overpowering his attempts to pull off and grinding his face into her crotch in small circles as
Alex's sore throat spasmed around her. Although Alex's head was starting to swim, the pain from his
scalp when Jenna finally not just let him up for air but forcefully dragged him off broke through the
haze and in response he dutifully hollowed his cheeks as he felt her spit- and pre-slicked length glide
over his tongue.

This time she pulled her entire length out, which Alex only realized when it came free from his lips
with a loud pop.

He was kneeling with his butt on his heels and his arms hanging loosely from his shoulders, forced to
lean back awkwardly to get Jenna's cock, now grown to its full imposing length, out of his mouth. He
watched it sway just in front of his face, his eyes struggling to focus as he coughed, panted and
drooled all over himself, initially grateful for the brief pause in his abuse until the pain in his throat
diminished to the point that he actually felt how much his legs hurt.
"Not bad, but you'll have to do better than that", he heard his mother's harsh voice just before she
pulled him forward again, easily slipping back inside his mouth as it hung open.

"Lick it" she commanded as his lips wrapped around the widest part of her head, pausing to give him
time to obey her. She didn't have to wait long before Alex started swirling his tongue around the silky
skin of her glans, beaten into complete submission by her assault on his throat and mind.

"Now keep that tongue moving", she instructed as she pushed further into his mouth, though the
monstrous girth of her cock forced his tongue flat against its underside so all he could do as he
unthinkingly obeyed her was to wiggle his tongue, which she seemed content with.

"How much time have you spent imagining what it would feel like to have a girl lick and suck your
dick like you saw in porn, huh?" she wondered as she pulled his face the rest of the way to her hips.

"Well you never got to find out, did you? I know none of your girlfriends ever let your worthless tiny
dick touch their lips and trust me, nobody ever will. You'll only ever be the one on your knees, giving
pleasure to those who deserve it more than you. It's just where you belong", she humiliated him
while she used both her hips and arms to saw her entire length in and out of his mouth. As the
pheromone-laden scent of her cock, dripping with a mix of her pre and his saliva, flooded Alex's nose
it drove him even further into the submissive haze that already dominated his mind and made it
fertile ground for her humiliation. Fresh tears filled his eyes when he felt his own penis, painfully
erect and straining against his underwear ever since she had forced hers into his throat, felt like it
was about to burst and twitched like mad when she called it worthless, as if his body had rushed
ahead of his mind and not just surrendered but embraced her dominance. He didn't know if he
hadn't prepared anything for her because he wanted to avoid having to think about the possibility of
ending up like this, or because whatever part of his mind made being used and degraded by her to
turn him on so much had sabotaged him to get what it craved.

"Why don't you try some of what those girls did? It's the closest you'll ever get", she taunted.
Floating on the high of his own submission, Alex let out a pitiful muffled whine and gave in, running
his tongue over her cock as much as he could and using what little range of movement he had to rub
the inside of his cheeks along her shaft, his efforts earning him a burst of derisive laughter from
Jenna.

"I knew you were good for something", she sneered.

"Maybe I should just keep you here, tied up and ready to be used whenever I want to", she mused.
That idea really got her going. She shifted her grip on his head again, pinning it against the flat
surface of his desk's drawers as she took another small step toward him so her cock never left his
mouth even when she pulled her hips all the way back. Once she had him trapped between herself
and his desk she picked up her pace again, swinging her hips wildly though she could barely get the
tip of her cock down his throat like this with a large part of her cock staying outside of his mouth, a
small mercy which Alex was quite thankful for. That lasted until he noticed that every few thrusts,
she shifted forward slightly and he felt her go a bit deeper down his abused throat.

"Yes, I might just do that. Make sure you stick to what you're good at. And nobody would even miss
you. Sure, some might wonder why you disappeared but nobody would bother to look into it.
Because I'm the only one who ever cared about you, or ever will. I bet you'd love it too," she spelt
out her fantasy as Alex began to panic. With her hips steadily closing in on him, her tip barely left his
throat anymore which gave him less and less time to breathe and he realized that soon his air supply
would be blocked off completely.
"God, just the thought of it...", a deep moan rumbled in her throat as she closed her eyes and
revelled in her fantasy, accompanied by a symphony of slurping, choking and wet slapping sounds as
she rammed her massive cock balls deep into her son's throat again and again.

"Fuck, you're gonna make me cum. If you really are sorry for taking me for granted, show me you
appreciate everything I give you and swallow it all. You want that, huh?" Her voice cracked as she
worked herself into a frenzy, her hips pounding against his face at an increasingly irregular pace.
"Want to swallow my cum?"

Alex's vision was blurry, struggling to hold on to consciousness between the lack of air and her hips
knocking his head into the wood behind him hard enough to shake the desk. Reflexively, his throat
worked to expel the obstruction cutting off the air he desperately needed, which only served to
massage the too-thick shaft that it was clinging to. As his senses dulled, at least the white-hot pain of
Jenna's pendulous balls hammering the tender skin on his throat against the anvil of her steely length
lodged inside it every time his swollen lips kissed her base did as well. Still, he understood her
question crystal clear. His eyes went wide and he mustered what little strength he had to protest and
shake his head as much as he could, desperate not to have her cock stuck down his throat even
longer.

"Fine", he heard her say though she showed no sign of relenting, if anything the following thrusts
were even more ferocious until he felt her cock swell and twitch just before his blurry eyes saw the
outline of her hips finally move away from him and he felt her pull her cock out, leaving his lips just
as the first hot white jet burst from her tip, some of it hitting his tongue and filling his mouth before
he watched her cock spring up from his mouth and the thick white stream emerging from it covered
his face, forcing him to close his eyes. Unlike him, Jenna could see her cock paint a streak of her cum
further up along his drawers and the window behind his desk, even splattering down on his notes in
an arc as her tip was carried toward the ceiling by the momentum it had picked up when she pulled it
out of the depths of Alex's throat.

She took both hands off Alex's head, letting him sag backwards against his drawers as she grabbed
her cock with both hands using one to steady it and aim it at his face while she frantically jerked
herself off with the other. She let out a string of deeply satisfied moans as she positively hosed him
down with over a dozen jets of alabaster cum shooting from her tip, each of them as impossibly
copious as the first. Between some blasts missing their mark and the others displacing the layer of
cum already coating Alex, by the time her orgasm abated, Alex's hair, face and shirt were covered
with a thick layer of her hot cum and he was surrounded by a halo of white contrasting against the
dark lacquered wood of his drawers, running down and dripping from its edge into a puddle around
him with no telling where some stray droplets might have ended up.

Alex was panting as he struggled to recover his breath. Every desperate breath was heavy with the
smell of her cum that was all around him, even drooling out of his mouth as he was too busy
breathing to spit it out.

"Now clean up this mess, don't you dare leave your room before that's done. And seriously, join that
swimming club. Understood?" He heard Jenna's voice in his left ear, the right one seemingly blocked
by the thick cum clinging to every inch of his front. He only nodded weakly, wondering why she was
so insistent about the swimming club, and heard her walk out of his room closing the door behind
her.

It took him some more minutes to recover enough strength to move, and once he had wiped her
cum off his eyelids and tongue he slowly got up, holding on to his desk to support his wobbly legs.
Dumbstruck by just how much viscous white liquid was plastered all over a small area around him,
his dazed mind struggled to come up with a way to clean it up as Jenna had demanded without being
allowed to leave his room to get cleaning supplies. An image of himself on He briefly imagined
himself trying to lick it all up, the thought of debasing himself like that making his still hard penis
jump, before he resolved to simply grab some clothes from his closet and wipe it up. Once he had
wiped up enough of the pungent cum all over himself and his room to satisfy the very low standards
demanded by his exhausted mind, forced to throw away some cum-soaked pages of his notes which
tore when he tried to clean them, he dumped what amounted to a decent chunk of his wardrobe in a
pile along with the clothes he was wearing.

Perfectly content to let them soak in Jenna's cum and leave the issue of washing it out to his future
self, he collapsed into bed with barely enough strength left to crawl under the covers. As he
inadvertently rubbed the jizz still clinging to his skin and hair into his bedsheets the faint smell
lingering in them from the surprise he had come home to on Sunday intensified. His brain's struggle
to process what he had just gone through, his pent-up arousal and the scent surrounding him turned
his dreams into a string of sexually charged humiliations at the hands of his mother as sleep took
him.
HONOUR THY MOTHER CH. 05

Jenna groaned into the silence filling her office as she put down her cup of coffee. Its increasingly
lukewarm temperature was a reminder that another hour or so had passed since the muted sounds
of activity in the office space behind her door had faded while she revised the portfolio of Victor
Bailey, head of a successful local business specializing in plasma cutting. That idiot Jenkins should
have handled it a week ago. Or rather, what he should have done is to not follow such a cowardly
investment strategy so there wouldn't have been complaints about dissatisfactory returns in the first
place. And on top of letting this issue come up and failing to fix it, he had done such a poor job of
appeasing the client that he had threatened to close his account.

Handling the details of private clients' portfolios wasn't worth her time but it had been just a few
months since she took over Apex Financial Group's local branch and while it had developed nicely,
losing a long-standing relatively important client wouldn't look good. And so she had ended up on
the phone with Bailey, forced to hide her disdain for the sniveling bastard arrogant enough to make
demands of her and agree to personally handle the issue and ensure a return on investment that left
absolutely no doubt in her mind that he didn't have the slightest clue about finance or he wouldn't
even have thought to demand it. She'd have to meet him face to face to renegotiate.

She honestly hadn't expected Jenkins to fuck up like this. He had been around longer than she had
and was generally respected around the office for being reliable, generally satisfying clients -
especially those who preferred to err on the side of caution - and contributing to an amicable
climate. She had always given him the benefit of the doubt, scratched his patronizing comments up
to him wanting to mentor his juniors and paid no mind to the occasional unwanted compliments
about her hair or clothes as he was generally quick to give genuine-sounding compliments and
encouragement to everyone. Of course, she had noticed him stealing glances at her chest but that
simply meant he was no exception to the general rule of men being unable to act like civilized adults.
Now that he had caused the capstone of an already frustrating week though, it was time to notify HR
about his gross incompetence and sexual harassment. Even as she had informed him with a
terrifyingly friendly demeanour that she would handle the issue with Bailey and he should feel free to
head home early, she had noticed his eyes darting to her chest. Of course, if she had been in a better
mood she might have been more lenient and it hadn't been Jenkins who had been a constant source
of disappointment for her all week, but his bad timing was his problem.

It was Alex who had caused her such frustration. She had sacrificed so much to raise him, done
everything humanly possible to help him grow into a decent adult but last week she had been forced
to realize that all her efforts had failed. Seducing his first girlfriend had been a moment of weakness,
self-indulgence born from a rare dry spell. It was among the few things about herself that Jenna
wasn't proud of, but it had felt like some sort of small revenge for what Alex's father had done to her.
When Alex had eventually fallen in love again, she simply couldn't resist getting his second girlfriend
to cheat on him as well just so she could relive that sense of satisfaction, though it was a guilty
pleasure. By the time his third girlfriend was just as quick to fall for her and even quicker to leave him
than the others, though, a pattern had started to emerge. Alex had not only utterly failed to satisfy
them sexually, whatever it was about him that they had fallen in love with in the first place seemed
to grow stale rather quickly as none of them bothered to keep him around and stay in a hollow
relationship with him while sleeping with her on the side for long. Instead, they all outright left him,
preferring to be her option rather than his priority. And finding Alex reduced to a sobbing mess after
his third breakup, which was admittedly more vicious than the others, had made it clear as day why.

Alex was, at his core, still a weak, immature boy. Jenna didn't know if it was because she had coddled
him too much or if in her efforts to help him develop the skills and mindset he would need to get
ahead in life while making sure he wouldn't turn out like his bastard of a father she had
overstretched the potential of what was at the end of the day still just a male. Whatever it was, there
was no indication that he would change. He would never be able to hold on to a relationship and
with how meek he was he was wide open to being exploited by everyone who didn't simply ignore
him, which made his silly dreams of a film career even more unlikely than they would be for others,
so he would never be financially independent either.

Forced to accept that her hopes for her son would never come to pass, Jenna had had to come up
with some way to salvage the broken mess that Alex had ended up as. She had made a snap decision
that since he was bound for a life of constant and inevitable romantic and professional failures and
she, being the only one who had any sort of meaningful bond with him, would always have to be the
one to pick up the pieces, the best thing for her to do was to take charge of his life and protect him
from himself. Of course, she'd had to tear him down to rebuild him. The way he had kept glancing at
her chest with his head resting in her lap as he slowly recovered from the harsh truths Jenna had had
to confront him with, along with his eagerness to touch her, had confirmed her suspicions that there
had been more than late-puberty hormones behind her having occasionally found her bra drawer in
disorder and his troubles keeping eye contact with her over the last few years. Jenna was hardly even
disappointed by his incestual desire for her, knowing all too well how irresistible she was, though he
had probably imagined their roles reversed. And if Jenna were to ever be completely honest with
herself, she would have to concede that she had repressed urges towards him in turn as his
inexperience and insecurity marked him as perfect prey to sate her ravenous sexual appetite on. Best
of all, she could use sexual domination and humiliation to make him accept her new plans for his life,
tools she was very familiar with. Introducing sexuality into their relationship also offered so many
beautiful ways for Alex to show his gratitude to her. And he should be grateful for all the burdens of
responsibility she would free him from and all the stress and rejection she would shield him from on
top of all she had already done for him, and even for getting to pleasure her which she knew many
others would envy him for.

Yet he wasn't. The fact that he gave in to her every demand, quietly accepted every violation of his
boundaries and, quite simply, hadn't fled or gone to the police after what she had put him through
confirmed that he was just as weak and submissive as she thought. She could see in the way he
looked at her how much he desired her. She hadn't failed to notice how much it aroused him when
she made him worship her cock, hell the first time she'd had to forbid him from making himself cum
without her permission which he seemingly still obeyed. The ease with which he had taken all of her
cock down his throat, which others who were far more enthusiastic about it regularly failed to do,
was remarkable in the first place. She knew she was the only real source of affirmation for him and
could see in his eyes that he was desperate for her approval. Everything came together to make it
seem like he was born to be her perfect submissive plaything, the irony of which wasn't lost on her.
And still she had to push him every single step along the path she knew was best for him and he
stayed reluctant, refusing to accept his new role no matter how hard she pushed.

"Uhm, Jenna?" a hesitant voice brought her back to reality. It was Natalie Zhang, her secretary who
should at this point really know better than to address her so informally but old habits die hard,
Jenna thought as she kept her gaze on her screens, ignoring Natalie until she realized and corrected
her misstep. Until just a few months ago, Natalie had held Jenna's current position and considered
herself something of a mentor to Jenna. Rumour was that Natalie had leant on HR to hire Jenna in
the first place as she had figured that with most competitors being very quick to come up with some
reason not to hire a single mother this woman who had displayed impressive intelligence, drive and
force of personality in her interview was a bargain of sorts as she showed promise and was probably
well aware of her lack of alternatives and thus should be brought on as an associate in spite of her
unimpressive references and recommendations, at terms that only someone desperate to get their
foot in the door would accept.

"Ms Martin?" Natalie tried again but Jenna kept ignoring her. Natalie had taken a risk with Jenna and
so was quite interested in seeing her succeed as any failure on Jenna's part would also reflect badly
on her. And while Jenna's good but in all honesty not exceptional head for finance had cast some
doubt initially, she was great at whipping analysts into shape and showed a knack for networking and
office politics. When Natalie, seeing that Jenna and thus her decision to get her hired was bringing in
good money, decided to keep her close, see if she could groom her into real leadership material and
make sure Jenna remembered whom she owed her fledgeling career to, Jenna got her first real taste
of client contact and really began to shine. When she pitched something the confidence radiating off
the fierce redhead blew any doubts from most clients' heads, in negotiations she thought on her feet
and while she clearly favoured a hard style she could invite, suggest and guide on the rare occasion
that she had a hunch that being demanding wouldn't get her far. On less formal occasions she could
conceal the natural aura of superiority that came ever easier to her apparently at will and be
complimentary and pleasant. Although Natalie hadn't approved of Jenna's occasional flirtatious
behaviour and figure-accentuating outfits at these evening events, the effect it had on male
prospective clients was undeniable.

Natalie had come to increasingly rely on Jenna, quite content to use her protegé's talents and take
credit until one day Jenna pulled her ass out of the fire in a negotiation that had threatened to go
south and the two of them had gone out for drinks to celebrate. One thing led to another and the
next morning Natalie was wracked with shame and guilt whereas Jenna found herself in possession
of some compromising photos that definitely shouldn't find their way into the hands of Natalie's
beloved wife. From that point forward it had been trivial to get Natalie to request to be relieved of
some of her responsibilities and suggest Jenna as her replacement, and although she wasn't officially
Jenna's PA, in actuality that was her job.

"Mistress?" Natalie eventually muttered, her barely audible voice sounding quite defeated.

"What is it?" Jenna asked disinterestedly, still keeping her focus on her work.

"Your correspondence is sorted out, I updated and forwarded your appointments for next week,
checked that everyone sent in their hours and went over the office supplies. Everything's in order,"
she listed. After a brief pause to muster her courage, she continued, "Well, I promised Lisa I'd be
home by 7 for dinner so I'd like to head out, unless there's something else you need?"

Jenna cast a quick glance at the clock on her screen. 6:42 PM. Even if Natalie were to rush out the
door right now, she still would leave her wife waiting. Jenna wondered for a moment how long
Natalie had spent working up the courage to ask to leave the office before Jenna did, something
Jenna had made clear early-on she wouldn't accept from her secretary. Or maybe Natalie had simply
dutifully taken care of the menial tasks that were beneath a woman with her skills. Either way, Jenna
enjoyed just how much control she had over her former superior. She finally took her eyes off her
screens and tortured Natalie with a moment of silence as she gave her an appraising look.
Natalie was a short woman in her early forties with the figure of someone who had a year or two ago
started a regimen of cardio exercise and strictly controlled diet to make up for years of neglect in
pursuit of her career. Jenna saw a mix of impatience and uncertainty in her brown almond-shaped
eyes in the brief moment that Natalie held her gaze before lowering her eyes. She was wearing
heavier eyeliner than she used to, just like her thin lips and the rest of her round face were more
noticeably made up than they were before Natalie "reassessed her work-life balance". Since, as
Jenna had put it, she no longer needed to worry about commanding respect and should instead focus
on creating a pleasant environment for her co-workers, she had also foregone her staple updos and
instead begun to wear her jet black hair in a simple braid or ponytail which was more often than not
draped over her shoulder and guided eyes towards her usually partially unbuttoned blouse where a
push-up bra turned her rather modest boobs into a decent bit of cleavage. A pencil skirt which
showed plenty of her toned legs and modest heels completed her ensemble. Seeing Natalie follow
her revised dress code in spite of how obviously embarrassed she was by it never failed to amuse
Jenna, not even on days as bad as this one.

Jenna had been so absorbed by her frustration that she had all but forgotten that Natalie was still
around. Reminded of her presence, Jenna relaxed her posture and sat back in her chair as she took a
moment to consider whether she should let Natalie leave. The idea of ruining someone else's
evening in turn appealed to some part of her and odds were Natalie could actually give her some
ideas on how to approach Bailey, having dealt with him herself for years, but Natalie hadn't done
anything to offend Jenna so there really was no point in punishing her for Jenkins's fuck-up and Jenna
refused to let anyone, especially Natalie, get the idea that Natalie still played a role beyond being a
trophy, so Jenna settled on simply telling her to fetch a fresh coffee before letting her go.

"One more thing," Jenna began before being caught off guard by Natalie's immediate reaction. With
a raised eyebrow, Jenna watched Natalie give a heavy sigh and start walking around the
unnecessarily large black desk which dominated what used to be her office. As Natalie approached
her with an expression of tired resignation, Jenna realized that Natalie must have mistaken her legs
spreading as she relaxed into her chair as a hint at what it was that Jenna wanted from her, but Jenna
was not about to correct her. A grin crept onto her lips as she rolled back and swivelled her chair to
give Natalie easier access, taking care not to roll over her bag, which she had dropped behind her
desk as usual.

With another heavy breath, Natalie got on her knees and unceremoniously pushed Jenna's skirt up
before reaching for her sleeping cock, secured against her thigh by a stocking as usual, and began
massaging its soft flesh. Her movements were honed by recently-acquired experience but almost
clinical, clearly devoid of any kind of passion or enthusiasm. Still, between the physical stimulation
and the pleasant sight of Natalie on her knees, it wasn't long before Jenna was fully erect. At that
point, Natalie wrapped her lips around Jenna's tip, not even trying to get at least her whole glans into
her mouth, and continued jerking her off with both hands. Natalie's blowjobs, if they could be called
that, were by far the least satisfying sexual experiences Jenna had had in recent years, but it wasn't
just because with Natalie's mechanical, stilted motions they were not very physically stimulating,
most of all it was the simple fact that Natalie quite obviously didn't enjoy them. While Jenna did
relish the sense of control and dominance she derived from being obediently served by someone
who once tried to exploit her, being eagerly pleased by someone who was happy to submit, as
tended to be the case with her lovers, simply felt much more rewarding.

When she felt one of Natalie's hands move down from her cock to roam over her sack and lightly
squeeze each of the heavy orbs inside in turn, Jenna remembered how Natalie had experimented
and tried to vary her ministrations of her own initiative, if only to get Jenna off quicker so she'd be
done with her new duties. Jenna couldn't help but notice the contrast to Alex who unlike Natalie
obviously wanted to please her and seemed to enjoy the twist she had added to their relationship
almost as much as she did, unwilling to admit it to himself though he might be, but had never tried to
find a way to better serve her.

As Natalie settled into a rhythm, Jenna's office fell mostly silent aside from the soft sounds of Natalie
working her former protegé's cock, her passionless efforts failing to elicit a single moan from Jenna.
The office was quiet enough for the sound of a phone vibrating to be heard quite clearly. Jenna
leisurely leant over, fished a several generations old phone from her bag and answered it with a
simple, audibly frustrated "What is it?"

"Will you be here tonight?" the woman on the phone asked hesitantly, "There's someone here who's
very insistent on meeting you."

An amused expression crept onto Jenna's face. The opportunity to work out some frustration that
had just dropped into her lap was quite welcome. "In about three hours," she replied sharply.

"Well he's quite impatient, could you-" the voice coming through the phone was almost shaking as if
its owner was afraid to request something from Jenna.

"No," Jenna cut her off, "He can wait. And I'm not in the mood for small talk. He better be prepared
to get to business right away." she ordered. "And I won't waste my time unless he has a sound
proposal," she warned after a moment's thought. "So?" Jenna pressed for an answer after listening
to muffled voices on the other end of the line for some seconds.

"He'll be waiting for you," the woman reported. After a short pause, she added in a whisper, "Me,
too."

Jenna ended the call without further comment and returned her attention to Natalie, who was still
going through the motions of what amounted to more of a handjob. Frustrated by Natalie's
unsatisfactory efforts, Jenna placed her free hand on Natalie's forehead and roughly shoved her back
off her cock. "God, you suck at this," Jenna grunted as Natalie got back to her feet.

"Just bring me another coffee and get out of here. And be in my office at 8 on Monday. Don't bother
with makeup," she ordered before returning her attention to her screens while Natalie hurried out of
the office.

Having decided that since she would have to renegotiate with Bailey anyway, she might as well give
up on trying to get anywhere near the demanded returns without outright gambling and settled on
adjusting his portfolio to something that was more her old style. With the impossible goal thrown
overboard, Jenna had a new more promising if less risk-averse plan wrapped up soon enough and
then all that was left was to write a carefully worded mail to that presumptuous bastard, concealing
the contempt bubbling inside her while asking for an opportunity to apologize personally and present
the revised course. As Jenna finally left the building and walked to her car, she wondered if whoever
was so insistent on meeting her had any idea what he was getting himself into.

A short drive later, Jenna stepped out of her car and walked toward a large brick building which used
to be a brewery but now housed Club 45, taking its name from the brewery's founding year of 1845
proudly on display as the last remaining remnant of its logo on the building's front. Club 45 offered
music loud enough to drown out any attempt at verbal communication, cheap but decent drinks,
floors swarming with mostly 20-somethings in various states of arousal and inebriation and, finally,
back rooms for anyone looking for some privacy with a new acquaintance. The fact that
acquaintances could be rented right alongside those rooms was an open secret and contributed its
fair share to the club's infamous reputation. But as Jenna approached the building, it wasn't the club
that Jenna was headed towards.

She had her eyes set on the small spa which had set up shop in what was perhaps once office space
or a store attached on the side of the main building. In stark contrast to the neighbouring infamous
meat market, it was a small affair but something of an insider tip. Inside the somewhat run-down
brick building was a perfectly clean, well-lit small lobby and a handful of differently styled rooms for
"curated relaxation experiences" as they called them, ranging from simple peace and quiet for
meditation or solitary relaxation to a variety of beauty treatments, yoga courses or massages.
Despite how well-trained the small staff was or how impatient they had gotten with pointing out that
they did not offer "happy endings", many simply assumed it to be yet another seedy massage parlour
based on its location alone, though the unusual business hours, open late into the night and then
closed until afternoon, probably didn't help.

"Good evening, Ms Martin," the clerk behind the counter greeted Jenna as she walked in, "Great to
see you. Room 2's already waiting for you, incense and all. Want a massage first? You look a bit
tense," he prattled on.

"Hi, Sam," Jenna returned his greeting. "Well it's been quite a week," she sighed, "But no, I just need
a little time to meditate."

"Okay. Want me to get you some tea while you get changed?" he asked, twirling a pen.s

"Left in a hurry and forgot to bring the bag," Jenna lied. "Guess I'll just stay like this"

"No way you'll be able to relax wearing that," Sam responded, gesturing at her outfit with his pen. "I
could just get you a robe," he suggested with a raised eyebrow.

"Oh, it's fine. I'll manage," Jenna replied with a gesture as if brushing aside his unwanted concern
before leaning on the counter. "Unless you installed cameras in there since my last visit," she added
with a conspiratorial smirk.

"Uh, no," Sam replied blushing, flustered by Jenna's implication.

"Alright. I'll let you know if I need anything. If I'm not out in two hours you'll probably need to wake
me up," Jenna joked as she turned to head toward her designated room, adding a semi-believable
yawn for emphasis.

Being the spa's best customer for years, her usual room was practically reserved for her. As she
walked in, she thought that even if she really had come to meditate, she simply couldn't because her
thoughts would immediately turn to why on earth Alex kept acting like he didn't love how she had
treated him recently. With its padded floor, vaguely traditional Japanese decor, an overbearing scent
of incense and rather well-disguised lights and speakers, it was intended as a space for one person
seeking peace and quiet, though it could and had fit a spa worker and a portable massage bed. The
adjacent rooms were identical in size but differed in theme and all of them were remarkably quiet
considering they shared a wall with the club.

Unlike the others, room 2 had a flat metal door, painted over in an attempt to make it less disruptive
of the general feel of the room, in this shared wall and it, rather than a preference for cliche
Japanese decor, was the reason Jenna usually used this one. Retrieving a small key from her bag,
Jenna unlocked the door and stepped into a claustrophobic stairway. She locked the door behind her
and walked up the stairs, the sound of her heels gradually blending into the thumping bass coming
through the walls louder with each step she took.

Stepping through the door up the flight of stairs Jenna entered an unevenly lit office smelling of
mostly cigarette smoke. Her eyes were drawn to the best-lit spot in the room, falling on a cluttered
desk and a pair of boot-clad feet resting on it before running up a pair of toned legs to a tanned
brunette near 30 lounging in a leather armchair, her eyes closed as she relished another drag.

The sound of the door falling shut behind Jenna made her realize she was no longer alone in her
office. Opening her eyes, she saw Jenna turn towards her. "My goddess!" she exclaimed before
somewhat inelegantly scrambling out of her seat to rush towards Jenna. "Thank you for coming," she
said as she dropped to her knees before Jenna, her head bowed in deference.

Jenna placed a hand on the woman's lowered head in acknowledgement of the eagerness which she
had taken her place with. "Hello Kate," she said dispassionately. Taking a handful of Kate's hair, Jenna
slowly turned the brunette's head up and allowed herself a moment to take in the look of reverence
on her heavily made-up face. "What are you waiting for? Get me ready," she instructed.

Without another word, Kate eagerly got back to her feet and helped Jenna out of her jacket as hastily
as she could while handling it like a priceless relic. While Kate was busy carefully folding her jacket,
Jenna stepped past her towards the desk, smirking as she saw a familiar pile of black leather and a
cylindrical steel band among the clutter on it. Kate had been anticipating her. "So, you said someone
urgently wanted to meet me?" Jenna inquired as she turned back around to face Kate, resting her
plush butt against the desk's edge.

"Yes, security told me some guy was making a fuss about wanting to get into VIP. Usually, they
would've just thrown him out but he flashed a lot of money. Of course, we don't usually just sell
access but money does make the world go round," Kate recounted as she found a suitable spot for
Jenna's clothes. "Still, I had to screen him so I agreed to meet him. Turns out he heard rumours about
Astarte," she continued.

Jenna exhaled sharply at the mention of that name. "I hope you made it clear to him that my time is
valuable," she said as Kate moved around her to unbutton her sleeves and take off her blouse.

"Of course," Kate confirmed before pausing briefly as her eyes lingered on Jenna's full bust. "He
seemed a bit sceptical, said we better..." she continued, but Jenna stopped paying attention to her
handmaid's babbling and got lost in thought as she watched her work, briefly taking her weight back
off the desk to let Kate remove her skirt.

Astarte. It was a bit of a silly name but it had grown on her. She had first adopted it a while after her
divorce. The at that point still relatively recent changes to her body and the role they had played in
the destruction of her marriage had turned her body from a source of confidence and constant
affirmation into a major insecurity, to the point that she had been afraid of dating. Her heightened
libido had eventually driven her to turn to the anonymity of the internet out of desperation, looking
for hookups using that very pseudonym. Careful never to show her face, responses to photos of
herself, first just her upper body and then all of her, dressed and angled to make damn sure no hint
of her "extra parts" could be seen, had been occasionally creepy but generally positive enough to
help her regain some confidence in her femininity and sex appeal. It was only when she posted a fully
nude photo one particularly lonely evening after another bout of fruitless flirting and almost two
bottles of wine that she was positively flooded with messages.
Suddenly, she noticed that Kate had stopped talking and, more importantly, undressing her. She was
kneeling, frozen with her hands still on Jenna's thigh in the middle of rolling her stocking down as she
stared at Jenna's cock, still swaying slightly as it hung down in front of her bloated balls. Amused,
Jenna watched her swallow, lick her lips and blush visibly even through her heavy tan. "Go on, do
what you're best at," Jenna ordered as she picked up the steel band from Kate's desk and handed it
to her, her voice noticeably more commanding as she began to slip into her role.

Kate didn't even wait for Jenna to finish her sentence before slipping the metal band over Jenna's
cock, gently gripping its lower half and raising it to place the glans on her outstretched tongue before
wrapping her lips around it and hungrily sucking it into her mouth. She used her hand to gently milk
Jenna's shaft as she pulled it in and it wasn't long until Jenna's tip came close to her throat. With no
more room in her mouth for the last few inches of Jenna's shaft, Kate started swallowing, slowly
pulling Jenna's soft cock down her throat until the metal ring was pressed against her face.

"Now get back to work," Jenna commanded. With Kate refusing to let a single millimetre of her
queen's magnificent cock leave her lips, Jenna had to shift around to make up for Kate's limited range
of motion but they had been through this dance plenty of times. She closed her eyes and enjoyed
feeling Kate work her tight, wet throat to keep as much of Astarte's hardening pillar inside her mouth
as she could while its tip extended ever further down her throat. Eventually, her lips slipped over the
made-to-order cockring as Astarte's shaft reached its full girth and she finally kissed her goddess's
hips, drawing a gratified moan from both of them.

Kate had been among the first flood of messages Jenna had gotten. Besides the ubiquitous ugliness
of the internet, Jenna, or rather Astarte, had been inundated with hundreds if not thousands of
compliments which were often creepy but at the very least confirmed that while some might call her
a freak, she had become a wet dream for others. Having people, even anonymous nobodies from
who knows where, fawning over her and begging for her time, attention and, usually, her cock
helped rebuild her confidence. She could pick and choose whoever she wanted for a quick and dirty
meetup in a seedy motel or cheap hour hotel. The fact that most of them didn't just want to have sex
with a woman with a gorgeous figure and a rather significant something extra but wanted to be
dominated by her suited her perfectly well as she had always had a dominant streak in bed which
had become much more pronounced ever since the changes to her body. She also found herself
picking women far more often than men, in contrast to what she had concluded after some
experimentation in college.

She had initially been baffled by the lengths some went to to meet her, taking flights and paying for
their "lodgings". It all contributed to Astarte becoming more than just a pseudonym for Jenna,
gradually turning into something of an alter ego, a being of superiority and sexuality she would shift
into either intentionally or sometimes accidentally if something got her blood racing. Where Jenna
wanted to keep her extra parts a secret for fear of scandal and discrimination, Astarte revelled in her
unique nature and expected nothing short of absolute obeisance from the lesser beings surrounding
her.

It hadn't been long until some, mostly men, grew desperate enough to offer money, not just for sex
but even simple nude pictures or videos. Insulted, Jenna had turned them down at first but, being a
single mother struggling to find a job, alimony and child support couldn't maintain her standard of
living and she saw it rapidly decline, especially whenever Alex's frail health in childhood brought in
medical bills. Eventually, ashamed of it though she was, she did begin selling photos, personalized
clips and, unable to turn down the sheer sums some were offering, even sex, though she at least
never had to stoop to having sex with someone she found unattractive. She would never admit it to
anyone or even herself but the shame of having gone through this was a major item on the list of
debts she was going to make Alex repay.

Once she had gotten her feet back on the ground she no longer needed the money but over the
years her perspective had shifted. Thanks in part to some of her former customers leaking videos she
had sent them, a certain faceless hermaphroditic goddess had become quite famous in some circles
and she found herself in possession of a monopoly of sorts, so why shouldn't she dictate the price of
what she had and so many wanted a piece of?

Again, she noticed that Kate wasn't moving anymore. Opening her eyes, she looked down to see her
stockings pooled around her feet and Kate kneeling motionless, saliva leaking from the corners of her
mouth as she looked at Jenna with glazed eyes and kept her lips pressed against Jenna's pelvis as if
trying to choke herself out on her goddess's cock.

"What are you doing? Get me dressed, slut," Jenna snapped imperiously. With a forceful thrust of
her hips, she knocked Kate off balance before pulling back to watch her spit-drenched cock emerge
from her devoted servant's lips as she tumbled backwards, a thick string of saliva connecting them
for a moment before it dripped to the floor. In fairness, by applying the steel band wrapped around
her base just tightly enough to only make the pulsing veins running along her shaft more
pronounced, Kate had already put on the first piece of Astarte's outfit. Angular, serifed letters
engraved along its circumference spelt a simple commandment to "Earn thy blessing" and the
smaller steel loop on its side, which she had on several occasions threaded a leash through, provided
an unsubtle hint about Astarte's preferred ritual of worship.

This was fairly typical behaviour from Kate, Jenna thought as she watched her recover her breath and
stumble to her feet to grab at the pile of black polished leather, pull out a long glove and start putting
it on Astarte. Kate had quickly become one of Astarte's earliest and most ardent admirers. Every time
they had hooked up, Kate had handed over more control. In a way, she had had a hand in making
Jenna's sexual persona as commanding and controlling as it now was. Kate's rather amusing quirk of
babbling uncontrollably as she approached orgasm had soon revealed, among endless streams of
expressions of gratitude and admiration, that ultimately she fantasized about being completely and
permanently objectified, a simple piece of property without any agency to be used at her owner's
whims. While Jenna wasn't going to deal with that, when Kate kept mentioning giving up "The 45"
among her at times semi-coherent begging for Astarte to keep fucking her, Jenna had eventually
connected the dots and it had given her an idea for an alternative deal.

Assured of Kate's absolute obedience and long-since sick to death of dirty motels, Jenna had told
Kate at the end of their next session that she would come looking for her. A few days later, she had
taken a risk and paid a bouncer at Club 45 to relay a simple message to the manager, consisting only
of the safeword she had given Kate at their last session, and soon after found herself in this very
office, keeping Kate's mouth suitably plugged as she dictated the terms of their arrangement. From
that evening onward, Kate was to always keep herself and one of the back rooms at Astarte's
disposal, the 45's VIP area would gradually transform into Astarte's playground with Kate hand-
picking VIPs for their devotion to her goddess, and Kate was given permission to set up
"appointments" for Astarte, who of course always reserved the right to refuse. The submissive gym
rat simply couldn't refuse as having Astarte take this much control of both her and the establishment
she had spent years building up was as close to the fulfilment of her ultimate fantasy as she would
ever get.

After the gloves came a cupless corset, designed to put her plentiful breasts along with the erect pink
nipples capping them on display and hug the curve of her waist rather than enhancing her figure
which would have been unnecessary and not conducive to the usually rather heavy physical activity
she would engage in. The corset featured a multitude of eyelets and buckles and also had some
straps already attached, wrapped around her until she spontaneously decided to secure someone to
her. Kate had added those to the design in a rare show of initiative. With Astarte's crotch remaining
bare apart from the ring she already wore, Kate pulled the last of the black leather from her desk and
dropped back to her knees but then paused.

Jenna pushed herself up to sit on Kate's desk, moving a glass and some baggies out of the way as she
did and caring little about whatever papers she sat on. Having fully embraced Astarte's more
aggressive mindset at that point, Jenna ordered, "I did not give you permission to stop. And put your
lips where they belong." The fact that Kate had waited for Astarte's command once again
demonstrated that while she was delightfully obedient, at her core Kate was pursuing her own
fantasy rather than Astarte's pleasure as its own goal. In a way, it reminded her of Alex's infuriating
passivity. He would definitely have to do better in this regard.

Eagerly swallowing her goddess's cock once again, Kate put on the first of Astarte's long heeled
boots, replete with a pair of straps and buckles near the upper end. Despite their rather thick heels,
able to carry at least some weight, Astarte had needed a lot of practice before her footing was secure
enough to fully exploit her surprising strength while wearing them, practice Kate had been happy to
provide. Unlike when she had taken off Jenna's stockings though, Astarte didn't shift around to give
her easier access to the second leg. Instead, she hooked the leg now clad in shiny black leather over
Kate's shoulder and pulled her towards the front of the desk. Undisturbed by the unexpected
complication, Kate kept up her rhythmic swallowing motions around the thick shaft lodged in her
throat and repeated the process with the other leg, if slowly and awkwardly. Astarte deliberately
waited until Kate was done to pick up the last piece of her outfit, a mask lending her face the
appearance of a classical marble statue, aside from her eyes, mouth and chin which remained
uncovered. She took her time putting it on and resettled it a few times just to make Kate wait a little
longer, ignoring the beginning irregularity of the milking movements on her cock.

Once she was fully suited up, Astarte moved the leg she had hooked around Kate's head to put the
heel of its boot on her shoulder and slowly push the brunette away, relishing the sight and feeling of
Kate's soft lips slipping over every bulging vein on her fat, rock-hard cock.

With her transformation complete, Astarte got back off Kate's desk, leaving two large wet spots
where her balls, coated with a mix of sweat and saliva, had been. The smaller wet patch her pussy
had left behind them was a sign of just how aroused she was, though the cock jutting out in front of
her was not exactly subtle about that either. No longer paying any attention to Kate now that she
had performed her duty, Astarte walked past her with graceful, measured steps, seductively swaying
her hips while keeping her cock mostly steady.

The bass that had been quietly thumping in the background seemed to double in intensity the instant
Astarte walked out of Kate's office and into the VIP area. Due to the club's sound system layout, the
music was sufficiently muted on the balcony overlooking the main floor to allow conversation
between VIPs sharing one of the couches or booths while making it hard for anyone further away to
make out what was being said. As always, Astarte heard the indistinct chatter around her die down
as she made her way to the edge of the balcony. Standing just over 6' tall in her 4" heels with her skin
looking almost pure white thanks to the contrast provided by the shiny black leather covering most
of her curvy body, she would've been a striking figure anywhere, even without the tip of her
monstrous cock bouncing hypnotically well over a foot in front of her. Walking past a massive marble
throne made comfortable by a pile of silk cushions, her reserved spot to lounge around or have some
fun with Kate in front of an audience whenever she'd feel like it, Astarte could almost feel eyes
roaming over her. She would never get tired of the mix of reverence, lust and fear on the faces of
everyone staring at her.

As she made her way to the edge of the balcony, the excessive amounts of pre leaking from her tip
dripped to the floor every so often along with the sheen of Kate's saliva already clinging to it. She
lingered at the edge for about a minute with a hand resting on the glass railing and her cock
extending beyond it, a few drops falling from it down into the mass of sweaty bodies dancing on the
main floor below, which she watched without any real interest. Mostly she stayed there to give the
masses below her an opportunity catch a glance of her, take some badly lit photos and generally fan
the rumours about her and the 45. Once she got bored of that, Astarte turned back around and made
her way to her private playroom and the unwitting receptacle of this week's frustration waiting for
her there.

"You summoned me?" Astarte announced her presence as she closed the sound-proofed door
behind her. The room's decoration invoked an ancient temple's cella at first glance but the various
tools of her trade on display in lieu of cult objects and the spacious bed on the opposite wall added a
perverted twist. Her eyes immediately fell on the pillory that had been set up in the middle of the
room and the naked male standing in it. She was pleased to see Kate hadn't forgotten what she
meant by a sound proposal.

"Finally deemed to show up, have you?" he replied, clearly annoyed.

"You have some crazy fans, you know?" he asked.

"An actual sex goddess, the sexiest woman alive, with the biggest dick in the world," he recited
sarcastically over the sound of Astarte's heels on the polished stone floor.

"Gotta admit though, those photos floating around are kind of impressive. Obviously fake, but still
kind of impressive," he continued to provoke her.

Astarte smirked as she approached him. Only a male could have the arrogance to disrespect her with
his ass presented to her as a sacrificial offering, and this one seemed particularly self-entitled as well
as, judging by his perfectly toned and tanned body, probably rather vain. Astarte couldn't suppress a
grin. An impudent asshole like him was exactly what she needed right now. She had to admit that the
package hanging between his slightly spread legs was on the large side for a male, so that wouldn't
be what he was trying to compensate by putting up even more of an overconfident front than they
all did. "Napoleon syndrome," she thought dismissively while he complained about having to wait for
her as he seemed a bit short, though perhaps his bent-over posture was deceptive. Of course, there
was the possibility that he was intentionally trying to rile her up. He did give off the vibe of a brat
that never had boundaries enforced on him and ended up with a craving to be put in his place. If that
was what he wanted, he would definitely get his money's worth and more.

"Quiet," Astarte commanded, her authoritative voice putting an end to his rant in an instant.

"You really believe yourself worthy of my," she began as the tip of her meaty cock touched the small
of his back and began to slide up his spine as she took the last step towards him, leaving a trail of her
natural lubricant, "Gift?" she finished her question as her balls touched his cheeks. Having to bend
her knees to rest the base of her cock on his ass, letting him feel its full weight and heat, confirmed
that he really was rather short. It had to be one hell of a view for Kate, who Astarte knew had to be
watching through the various cameras hidden around the room.
"I fucking knew it," Astarte heard her nameless scapegoat burst out exasperatedly.

"Look, bitch, props for heating up that toy you've got there, almost makes it feel real, but try to keep
the size believable for the next sucker you scam," he bleated sarcastically, clearing up Astarte's
momentary confusion.

"Now get me out of this thing and give me my money back. And you better fucking add some on top
if you don't want the cops swarming all over this place," he raved while Astarte calmly walked around
to the front of the pillory, having decided to play with her prey a little, show him his
misapprehension, maybe put his mouth to a more productive purpose and then get back to their
unfinished business that he had so rudely interrupted, though now she would also have to drive
home just how bad of an idea it was to insult and try to blackmail her.

"Fuck, I should've known this was bullshit when your madam insisted on this setup. Can't see you
walk in with a fucking strap-on like this. But I felt the ring, that's a fucking dead giveaway you dumb-"
he continued to rant, his vocabulary seeming to shrink as his ire grew until he was interrupted by a
smacking sound once Astarte reached the front side of the pillory.

While she hadn't intended to cockslap him as she turned to face him, the truth hitting him right in
the face did amuse her. "Hey! Are you fucking-" he exclaimed as he reopened his eyes and craned his
head to the side before the sight of Astarte's cock, looking positively colossal so close to his face, left
him dumbstruck.

"You were saying?" Astarte asked teasingly as she made her cock jump with a quick flex of her pelvic
muscles.

"Fuck me," he whispered, sounding more like an expression of incredulity than a request.

"Be careful what you wish for," Astarte warned as she turned back around, eager to finally get
started with what she had come to the 45 for today.

"Wait wait wait, you can't just shove that in right away. You need to start with something smaller,"
he pleaded as Astarte pulled his hips up to line his puckered star up with her pre-drooling tip, forcing
him to stand on the balls of his feet.

Ignoring his pleading, Astarte began to push her hips forward, spreading the pre flowing from her tip
over his sphincter as she ground against it for a few seconds before his hole, apparently having seen
plenty of use, gave way. Feeling it squeeze her glans as she steadily forced herself further in until his
sphincter was spread tightly around her full girth drew a deep, satisfied breath from Astarte while
her soon-to-be cocksleeve grunted with a mix of pain and pleasure.

"O ye of little faith," Astarte mocked as she gradually pushed the first few inches of her steely length
in, the copious amount of pre she was pumping into him lubricating his insides for the pounding they
were about to take. When she felt a slight bump on the underside of her tip, a particularly loud groan
came from the loudmouth's throat.

"Come on, give me more already," he demanded when Astarte pulled back just enough to take
pressure off that small lump she had just touched

"Beg," Astarte dictated.

"Just fucking do it," he insisted.

"Beg for my cock," Astarte reiterated.

"Please fuck me," he mewled meekly after a moment's hesitation.

"You asked for it," Astarte grinned as she tightened her grip on his hips and speared his hole with
every inch of her veiny shaft in one long, slow thrust, taking a small step forward and pushing his
knees further apart with her own. The grunts she forced from her cocksleeve were music to her ears.

"Fuck, you're huge," she heard him say between strained breaths once she had worked most of her
fat shaft into his slowly loosening hole. "Could you, like, give me a second, please?" he implored her
as he seemed to realize that he had gotten more than he had bargained for.

Sadistic glee filled Astarte as she rammed her last two inches into the rueful blasphemer with a
powerful thrust that shook the pillory and made him scream louder than the sound of Astarte's balls
and thighs slamming into him. For just a second, she enjoyed feeling the heat and tightness of his ass,
his sphincter clenching down on the ring wrapped around her base, before she pulled her hips back
and launched right into the next hard thrust, beginning to fuck him like a cheap whore.

The thought to go slow couldn't be further from her mind as she immediately began thrusting away
as quickly as his still somewhat tight hole permitted, sawing half her length in and out of him with
wild swings of her hips. The pressure of Astarte's girth sliding back and forth across her newest
convert's prostate made his cock leak freely as it flopped uselessly under him. It almost matched the
rate at which she was pumping pre-cum into his ass, though it wasn't long before she had completely
milked him dry, not that she cared about that any more than his groans of pain.

Astarte lost track of time as her assault loosened his hole, allowing her to hammer away at his
reddening ass even more brutally. She didn't fail to notice his legs shaking and his ass contracting
around her rhythmically every so often, his pained grunts and protests eventually turning into moans
and groans of pleasure as he began begging for more. Usually, Astarte would continue to taunt her
sub, humiliate them or make them thank her but at that moment she was done playing around, all
she cared about was blowing off steam.

Even when her muscles started to burn she kept pounding away while her fuck-toy's begging
devolved to animal grunts, suppressing her orgasm to prolong the evening's long-awaited highlight,
finding it every bit as therapeutic as she had hoped it would be. Every so often, she would intersperse
her rapid-fire thrusts with a slow, long stroke, holding on to her man-sized stress toy's hips as she
leant back so she could slowly pull her cock out to the glans and then pull herself back forward just as
slowly, uncaring about the discomfort he experienced from her weight pulling his wrists and jaw
against the pillory screwed in place on the floor. Unlike her ferocious, deep pounding, these slow
thrusts let her appreciate the feeling of every throbbing vein on her huge cock being massaged as it
slipped in and out of the hole she was ravaging which, while initially tight, was eventually abused to
the point that she could see it deform around her blood-filled veins.

It was during one of these deep strokes that she noticed that he had not simply begun to feel heavier
because of her arms growing tired, which would have made some sense as she had neglected
working out for a while. In truth, the relentless battering of her hips had driven all strength from her
sacrificial lamb's lower body. It had only remained upright because of her holding it in place, which
became obvious when his legs buckled the instant she leant back. Naturally, Astarte didn't consider
this a reason to interrupt her fun. Judging by his continued moans he seemed still conscious by some
definition of the word and she assumed Kate had given him the previously agreed safeword so he
only had to pull himself together enough to utter it. After all, she couldn't be blamed for him getting
in over his head after making it worse for himself. How very typical of a male.
After recovering her balance, she simply got right back into her rhythm with a triumphant grin on her
face, continuing to use him as the insensate masturbatory aid she had turned him into. In contrast to
when she had first plunged into his depths, his hoarse breaths had become barely audible over the
sound of Astarte's thighs and churning balls slamming into his red cheeks as well as Astarte's own
grunts of exertion and pleasure. More than the wet warmth of his guts and even the feeling of his
sphincter massaging her cock as the excessive amount of pre continuing to flow from her tip leaked
around it, she enjoyed the knowledge that she had shattered another male's facade and
demonstrated her superiority in a way even they could understand. She could easily have done the
same to Alex, she thought.

He couldn't stop her from simply bending him over and fucking him senseless, odds are he wouldn't
even try but fold instantly. And the same ironic twist of fate that had gifted him with that amazing
throat probably made his ass just as much as a perfect cumdump for her. No doubt she would've had
him squirting his load from his useless tiny dick within seconds, Astarte thought as she sunk into her
fantasy. But simple dominance through superior force wouldn't do for him. She needed him to not
simply obey her, but to fully accept her complete authority over him and embrace the new purpose
she had found for him. She knew he wanted her deep down, he just needed to stop lying to himself.

Imagining her son in place of the nameless jerk whose ass she was pounding mercilessly
overwhelmed her self-control and her thrusts grew erratic as she felt her orgasm approaching. After
almost an hour of fierce rutting, she gave a few more deep thrusts before grinding her hips against
her thoroughly subdued bitch's raw ass with one last grunt which turned into a scream as she finally
orgasmed. Her sack contracted rhythmically as she unloaded a flood of her hot cum inside him,
packing his insides with jet after jet of her thick white load until it squirted back out around her
twitching shaft when the pressure inside him overpowered the seal his sphincter formed around her
immense girth.

When her orgasm eventually died down, Jenna unceremoniously let go of his hips and took a step
back, letting him collapse as her shaft reemerged from his ruined asshole. She knew she should stick
around but she just couldn't be bothered with aftercare at that point and getting back out of the 45
before Sam came looking for her was just the excuse she needed to let someone else clean up after
her, and there would be quite a bit of cleaning needed as her massive load leaked out onto the floor.
Turning around to return to Kate's office to get changed and make Kate lick off the cum that coated a
good portion of her crotch, epiphany suddenly struck Jenna in her moment of post-orgasmic clarity.
It was so simple that she couldn't understand why she hadn't thought of it immediately. If pushing
Alex hadn't worked as it should, maybe he just needed a little pull.
HONOUR THY MOTHER CH. 06
Alex shivered as he stepped off the bus. The cold October late evening air made him keenly aware of
the moisture left in his hair and clothes after he had rushed to get dressed and out of the locker
room while the guys on the swim team headed to the communal shower. Putting the hood of his
jacket up, Alex began to walk the rest of the way home with his shoulders pulled up to his ears. He
knew that he lived in a good part of town but he couldn't help feeling exposed and vulnerable
walking alone after sunset, which wasn't helped by the cold creeping into him.

It had been almost exactly a week since his mother had demanded he join his college's swim team
and he still wasn't sure why he had done it. The obvious answer was fear of what she would do to
him if he didn't but he hadn't even really thought about that. He couldn't quite put his finger on it
but for some reason, as her emphatic suggestion had kept popping up in his head it had felt
unusually important not to disappoint her so on Thursday he had signed up for the next trial training,
but he hadn't managed to work up the courage to tell her about it as he was sure she would be
excited by the news but less certain what she would do in the heat of the moment. He had found out
on Saturday morning. It wasn't unusual that he hadn't seen Jenna all Friday as with his courses
starting late that day she had left by the time he needed to get up and on most Fridays she would
either come home late at night or only come home to get changed and grab her gym bag before
leaving for her favourite spa.

Being woken up on Saturday morning by someone softly saying his name and stroking his forehead
did surprise him, though. He recognized the voice just as he opened his eyes. It took him a moment
to reconcile the sight of his mother sitting on the edge of his bed in her morning gown with the
looming threatening figure she had recently become in his mind. The late morning light coming in
through his window, streaky from his recent shoddy attempt at cleaning it, caught in her hair and
turned it into a halo of molten copper flowing around her beautiful face. With the warm smile on her
luscious lips and the affectionate glint in her eyes, she looked almost angelic. After his recent
experiences though, seeing her first thing in the morning startled Alex and he bolted upright.

"Relax, sweetie," Jenna simply said as she moved her hand to gently pat his thigh through the cover.
"Come on sleepyhead, breakfast's waiting," she smiled before walking out and leaving the door open,
letting the scent of bacon, eggs, toast and coffee waft into Alex's room as he gathered his senses. He
was confused, and a small part of him even disappointed, by the fact that she had found him in an
entirely helpless state and not exploited it to violate him as he would have expected. Rather than
feeling relieved, her attitude shifting yet again put him on edge.

While Alex did little more than pick at his breakfast, which at least by his mother's standards wasn't
bad, Jenna displayed the large appetite she had had ever since Alex could remember, to the point
that Alex had sometimes wondered how she kept her figure. The atmosphere was tenser than Jenna
had seemingly intended as they sat sipping coffee afterwards until Jenna broke the silence by asking
about Alex's plans for the weekend. When he revealed that he didn't have any, she slightly tilted her
head to the side and smiled in a way that only a parent about to repeat well-meaning advice for the
umpteenth time could before once again giving him her spiel about him needing to get out more.

When she mentioned the swimming team, Alex blurted out that he had already signed up for a trial
training, which obviously surprised her as she paused for a second before jumping out of her chair
and leaning over the table to hug him. Alex got a brief glimpse down her bathrobe at her full, heavy
bust before it was pressed against his face as due to the somewhat awkward position, Jenna didn't so
much hug him as wrap her arms around his head and pull it into her bosom. Jenna excitedly gushed
about how happy she was, but Alex only picked up fragments of it as his attention was occupied by
her warm, soft breasts rubbing against his face and the subtly sweet scent emanating from them. He
was flushed by the time she pulled away and innocently asked if he wasn't feeling well, though he
swore he saw the slightest hint of slyness in her smile.

She had given him space from that point on and been back to her sweet and cordial self whenever
they did interact. Alex was torn on what to think about her almost acting as if the past two weeks
hadn't happened. Part of him simply wanted to have his loving, supportive mother back and would
be happy to bury the memories of her recent abuses and go back to how things used to be, but
another part couldn't just let go of what she had done and wanted to get some kind of revenge or
escape, though he didn't know who to turn to and the thought of being on his own frightened him
more than the prospect of staying with her. And then, as much as he tried to push it out of his mind,
he couldn't stop thinking about how much being humiliated and used by her aroused him and part of
him perversely didn't want it to stop.

He was equally unsure of what to make of the surprise Jenna had promised would be waiting for him
after his trial training. At the very least he'd be out of the cold, he thought as he walked up the
driveway with shamefully arousing horror scenarios of what she could have planned for him swirling
in his head.

Thus preoccupied, the sizzling sounds and greasy smell that greeted him as soon as he opened the
door were the very last thing he would've expected. They filled him with a sense of nostalgia as he
dropped his gym bag and shrugged out of his jacket. Warmth began to flow into him from the warm
air now surrounding him as he made his way towards the kitchen and a shiver ran through him as if
he only now realized just how cold he had been. Rounding the corner, he saw Jenna at the stove
wearing an old t-shirt and track pants with her hair tied back in a loose ponytail. A quick glance into
the pan confirmed his suspicion that it was indeed bangers and mash he was smelling, and the whole
sight conjured up childhood memories.

There used to be nothing special about his mom cooking dinner, except whenever she would try
something new which would inevitably go sideways and she would end up ordering takeout instead.
By the time she eventually started working, bangers and mash had become her "speciality" for the
simple reason that it was just about the most involved dish she could manage without something
ending up undercooked, leathery, burnt or only technically edible in some other way and thus on the
rare occasion that she would be home before dinner, that was what she would make after dismissing
his babysitter. He remembered those evenings shared just between the two of them quite fondly.

"Alex!" he heard Jenna call out, his mind returning to the present just as she rushed towards him and
pulled him into a hug. "How was it?" she asked.

"Uh, good, I think?" he stammered as he felt her warm, soft body press against his.

"My god, you're freezing," she said, audibly worried. "Come on, let's get something warm into you
and then you can tell me all about it," she smiled warmly as she ushered him to the kitchen table.
Sitting down, he found a bottle of his favourite soda and poured himself a glass, sipping it as he
watched Jenna plate the food, the taste adding to his sense of nostalgia. "Here you go," she chirped
as she set down his plate before sitting down with hers which only had sausages on it that had burst
under her less than watchful eye, while she had reserved the intact ones for him like she always had.
As soon as the first forkful hit his tongue, he had to admit that while he had taken up cooking in the
last few months precisely so he could have some more varied food than her limited repertoire
without relying on premade junk, she really had gotten her staple down to as much of an art form as
possible for such a simple dish. The mix of creamy mashed potatoes and salty, juicy sausages,
complimented perfectly by the onion gravy would still be delightful even if it didn't have such
pleasant associations for him.

"So, care to tell me a little more?" Jenna asked after a little while.

"Well, everyone seems nice," Alex began before wolfing down another bite. "I didn't actually do that
much swimming though," he admitted. "I was the only one there for a trial so that was a bit awkward
but coach Nilsen kind of took me under her wing," he continued.

"So what did you do if you weren't swimming?" Jenna asked, putting away her fork and knife so she
could rest her chin on her crossed fingers as she fixated him with an attentive look.

"I haven't been swimming in a while because..." he drifted off. "Anyway when I told coach Nilsen, she
made me do this really long warm-up program, a lot of stretching mostly. I didn't really see why
stretching would be so important but she was really insistent, said it's so I don't get cramps," he
recounted. "She did eventually let me get into the water and swim a couple of lanes. She, uh, said my
technique needs quite some work but first of all, I'd need to get more control of my breathing to get
a consistent rhythm going, so then she made me dive a lot."

"Tell me more about coach Nilsen. She sounds kind of pushy," Jenna commented without Alex
noticing the way her smile broadened slightly at the realization that thanks to this coach, things had
gone far better than she had planned.

"Uh she's really tall, at least 6'. And no, she's not that pushy. She's the junior coach actually and she's
very friendly. Most of the guys seemed a bit awkward around her though, don't know why.Well
seems she's not exactly shy about physical contact, maybe that has something to do with it," he
mused.

"She's what now?" Jenna asked, clearly concerned.

"I just mean, like, she taught me this kind of lunging, torso-twisting stretching position to stretch like
half your lower body and she didn't even show me how it's supposed to look but just nudged me into
it. Or when I was stretching my hamstrings she pushed on my shoulders to help me stretch a bit
further. She said she was quite impressed by how flexible I am actually," Alex explained as he finished
his plate.

"I see," Jenna said, seemingly content. "So she didn't scare you off then?"

"Oh no," Alex reassured her. "If she does get a bit too handsy, I'm always safe in the water. Not sure
she even has a swimsuit under that tracksuit of hers," he joked.

"Alright, so you think you'll give it another go?" Jenna asked after chuckling politely at his joke.

"Uhm," Alex stammered. "Well there is one thing," he confessed. "Coach Nilsen said my swimming
trunks aren't actually allowed. It was fine for this one time but I'd need to get different ones if I
wanted to join," he laid out. "I'm not sure I'm comfortable with that," he said, halting as he tried to
avoid bringing up why it made him so uncomfortable. "The ones the others were wearing looked a
bit, um, tight," he admitted, blushing as he skirted the issue of his insecurity.

"Oh sweetie," Jenna sighed with an empathetic look. "We talked about this already," she said softly
as she moved a hand across the table to grip his and caress the back of his hand with her thumb.
"Believe me, no need to worry about the size of your penis. Girls really aren't that interested in it,"
she encouraged him.

"Mom!" Alex burst out as he looked away and his blush intensified. He was so caught up in the
illusion of Jenna being back to how he remembered her always being that he didn't think of her
recent actions and how much they contradicted what she had just said.

"It's true," Jenna reaffirmed. Alex returned his gaze to her just in time to see her lean in a bit closer
with a conspiratorial smile and say, "Besides, speedos show off the back just as much as the front.
And that cute little butt of yours? Irresistible if you ask me," she intimated. Too embarrassed to
answer, Alex simply averted his eyes again. "I guess that explains why you still of smell of chlorine so
much," Jenna concluded after a period of uncomfortable silence. "Come on, hop in the shower, get
that stuff off your skin."

As he stood in the shower, hanging his head as he savoured the feeling of the warm water hitting his
neck and running down his body with his eyes closed, he reflected on what had just transpired.

It had felt like things had gone back to how they used to be, like it was the two of them against the
world, and he had completely let himself get swept up in the moment, but with the memories of her
recent actions returning from the dark corner in the back of his mind they had momentarily been
pushed into, he became suspicious and began to dissect her every word. What she had said about his
penis was in especially stark, painful contrast to what she had said, and done, recently. Was she just
toying with him? The realization hit him like a slap in the face. She had to have meant that girls aren't
interested in his penis, rather than size. But then what about her comment about his butt, he
thought as his sphincter clenched involuntarily at the thought of what she might have meant. She
couldn't possibly intend to do that, could she? The images of her cock flashing before his mind's eye,
frighteningly massive from each of the various angles that he had seen it from, made him swallow
reflexively as fear welled up inside him.

When he heard the shower door open, his eyes shot open, looking straight at the object of his dread
for a split second before his head snapped upwards and he saw an innocent smile on his mother's
face as she walked in.

"Hey, I'm still in here!" he cried out as he covered his crotch with his hands and turned away from
her.

"I can see that, you know?" Jenna replied nonchalantly as Alex shuffled away from her. "But I need to
get this grease out of my hair," she said as she stepped closed the gap and gently put a hand on his
shoulder. "Figured we might as well save some water, hope you don't mind," she added as Alex felt
what he immediately realized had to be her breasts delicately press against his upper back. Her hand
slid down from his shoulder, soon joined by her other hand as her fingers traced a line down his
biceps before wrapping around his forearms.

"It's okay, sweetie," she said calmly as she lightly pulled on his forearms. He resisted for a moment
before somewhat reluctantly letting her pull his arms to his sides, only for her to cross her own arms
in front of him. "Relax," she whispered into his ear as she pulled him into a hug from behind, and he
couldn't help but go along, instinctually feeling safe in her embrace. As she pressed herself against
his back, he was too distracted by the feeling of her full breasts flattening against his back, and
something not quite as soft rubbing against his butt, to notice her shuffling him a little bit further
toward the corner of the shower and out of the warm water coming from overhead.
Without saying another word, she reached over to grab some body wash and began soaping him up,
running her fingers along any hint of muscle she found on his scrawny body as she worked her way
up his arms.

"Uh, I think you grabbed the wrong bottle, mom," Alex muttered when he noticed the steamy air
filling with a fruity aroma.

"Silly me," Jenna said, showing no intention to correct her apparent mistake as her hands moved
from his shoulders to his chest, continuing to cover him in a scent that was sweet, feminine and,
most importantly, hers.

Her hands roamed over his chest in smooth, circular motions, grazing his nipples a few times until her
one hand lingered there, its fingers continuing to circle and flick his nipple, while the other
descended toward his belly. Following a straight line along the faint outline of his abs, it reached his
navel and continued to go lower. It came within inches of his crotch before Jenna pulled it back up to
spread foam over the rest of his upper abdomen in a sweeping motion and settled into a figure eight
motion as her hand returned below his navel. With every repetition, the pattern became narrower
and moved lower. Alex tensed up as Jenna's fingers came ever closer to his penis.

With Jenna's fingers continuing to dance across his crotch, she moved the hand that had been
teasing his nipple up toward Alex's throat, exerting delicate pressure as she wrapped her fingers
around it.

"That bit you'll have to do yourself," she said as her index finger traced an inverted v shape
agonisingly close to his most sensitive parts. "You won't do anything naughty though, will you?" she
whispered into his ear, pulling him against herself a bit more tightly.

"No," was all Alex managed to utter, his throat tightening as he was caught between her hands
teasing his front and her soft body pressing into his back.

"Good boy," Jenna purred, the tip of her finger coming to rest just above the root of his penis. "Turn
around for me?" she suggested as she momentarily let go of Alex.

Alex complied unthinkingly and looked right into Jenna's eyes as she began rubbing the shampoo she
had just grabbed into his hair. She wasn't much taller than him but as close as they were, those two
inches made all the difference in the world as he looked up into her eyes, finding pure love and
affection in them.

"It's been a while since I last washed your hair, hasn't it?" she asked innocently, giggling as she
rubbed behind his ears. "My baby boy," she said, a nostalgic tone in her voice. Alex saw her eyes light
up when she cupped his cheek and simply admired him for a second. "Want me to do your back,
too?" she asked, reaching for more body wash before she had even finished the question.

Wrapping her arms around him, she began by soaping up his shoulders and once again worked her
way down his body, though now she slowly ramped up the pressure as her hands descended. Like a
deer caught in headlights, Alex could only stand there and stare at her, blushing as her bountiful
breasts pancaked against his soapy skin. That his privates kept brushing against what he thought to
be her thigh didn't help matters. When her hands reached the small of his back, she simply held him
in a tight embrace for a few seconds. In that moment, Alex felt safe and loved in her arms, more so,
he realized, than anyone else had ever made him feel.

Her hands didn't stay still for long. Her eyes stayed on his as her hands moved further down to his
butt, a hint of desire tainting the maternal love written all over her face as she rubbed the foam
clinging to her hands into his sensitive skin. The radiant smile on her face had turned into more of a
lusty smirk by the time she took firm, possessive hold of his cheeks and pulled his lower body against
hers. Alex finally realized that it wasn't her thigh that his penis had occasionally been touching when
he felt the outline of Jenna's hefty balls press against his inner thighs while her cock ground against
his genitals.

"You must be sore after so much exercise," she concluded as she began kneading and groping his
butt. Alex could only hold still, overwhelmed by the sensations from his lower body and the
confusing emotions roiling inside him as he continued to stare into his mother's eyes, their
expression shifting seamlessly between caring and predatory.

He gasped when he felt her extend her fingers between his cheeks. "Ticklish?" Jenna grinned. She
continued to massage his cheeks while running her fingertips around his sphincter, watching his
reactions intently. Between the pleasant tingles running up his spine as Jenna continued to tease his
sensitive ring and the pressure on his genitals growing as her cock began to harden, Alex's breathing
steadily became heavier. Every time Jenna's fingers brushed against a particularly sensitive spot with
just the right amount of pressure, she forced another gasp from Alex's mouth and with each of them,
his voice went almost imperceptibly higher.

"Mom, stop, I'll..." Alex whined breathlessly as the combined stimulation brought him ever closer to a
pent up orgasm.

"Nuh uh," Jenna reprimanded him, the playful tone in her voice in stark contrast to the lust burning
in her eyes. "Not until you've earned it."

"Please, I can't, " He began but his plea for mercy was cut short when Jenna sealed his lips with hers,
her tongue snaking out to dance with his while one of her fingers pushed against his puckered hole,
slipping inside to the first knuckle before Alex could react.

Caught off guard by Jenna's two-pronged assault, Alex's willpower stood no chance against the
almost electric sensation erupting from his butt, yet as if his body refused to disobey her, he came
agonizingly close to the release he so desperately needed but didn't go over the edge, even as he
released a high-pitched almost girlish moan into Jenna's mouth and momentarily went weak at the
knees, leaving him held up more by her hands on his butt than his own strength.

Intrigued by the strength of his reaction, Jenna briefly interrupted her kiss to comment, "Such a cute
voice," her lips returning to his the moment she had finished her remark. With most of his weight
resting on her hands, her fingers pressed against his puckered hole more forcefully, intensifying the
stimulation as her digit sunk ever so slightly deeper. As Jenna continued to kiss him passionately,
time seemed to stand still except for Alex's heart pounding in his ears reminding him of the seconds
ticking by. Besides his own, Alex felt Jenna's heartbeat through her soft breasts against his chest and,
more and more clearly, through her cock pressing against his lower body ever more insistently as it
grew and hardened. Jenna worked a knee in between his, spreading his thighs to make room for her
growing erection. Continuing to grind his genitals into his groin, her shaft felt huge between his
thighs as it was stuck between them at a downward angle until Jenna pulled him up slightly so her
enormous cock extended behind him, its own weight preventing it from rising far above the
horizontal. Without Alex noticing, his heartbeat had slowed and almost synchronized with Jenna's by
the time she broke her kiss. Panting, He stared at her with unfocused eyes, his mind foggy as his
overstimulated body continued to teeter right on the edge of orgasm. "I love you," words slipped
past his lips before they had even fully formed in his mind.
Jenna stepped back, her cock rubbing against Alex's testicles as she extracted it from between his
thighs and moved her hands from his butt to hold his hips as she took a few seconds to drink in his
expression, a triumphant grin on her face.

"How about you return the favour then?" she asked, taking Alex's hand and grabbing the bottle of
body wash again to squirt some into his palm. Keeping her eyes firmly on his, she slowly pulled his
hand towards her. Alex felt his breath catch in his throat as he watched her guide his hand to her
chest. It was the first time he got a look at her naked boobs and, with water and some foam clinging
to them, the view was even better than in his imagination. Just like he had sometimes dreamt, his
hand came closer and closer to her perfect mounds but, unlike his dreams, he actually felt her
smooth, warm, wet skin when his hand finally touched it.

He gasped and his eyes shot back up to Jenna's face, his expression a mix of shock and guilt as if she
had just caught him with his hand in the cookie jar, but she gave his hand - and with it her boob - a
light squeeze with a confident, reassuring smile. Alex was fascinated by the sight and feeling of his
mother's heavy boob moving and deforming around his hand as Jenna moved his hand over it slowly.
Making no further attempt to keep up pretences, she took his other hand and guided it to her other
breast. Alex's eyes were glued to her soft yet firm breasts, almost hypnotized by the way his fingers
sank into them slightly as he began to cautiously massage them.

He had thought himself lucky on the few occasions Janine had let him play with her tits, but Jenna's
perfect pillows put even them to shame, rounded teardrop shapes sitting high and proud on her
chest despite being bigger and Jenna being over twice Janine's age, yet they felt unmistakably
natural. Alex's eyes and fingers homed in on her stiff pink nipples, involuntarily licking his lips as he
pinched and tweaked them. Following a sudden impulse, he wrapped his lips around one of them,
licking and sucking it hungrily. Jenna cooed in response, surprised but clearly pleased by his
enthusiasm.

"No more milk there, I'm afraid," Jenna grinned, "but do keep trying."

With all his attention focused on Jenna's boobs, Alex barely registered the tip of her cock sliding up
his belly as she moved her hands back to his butt and pulled him closer to her again, nor did he pay
any mind to the implications of just how far above his navel it came to rest. When Alex's hands left
her breasts, eager to explore more of her body, Jenna, in turn, resumed teasing his sensitive ring with
one hand while she traced the other up his back to thread its fingers through his wet hair and held
his head in place pressed against her bosom. Alex's mind sank into a lusty haze as his hands
descended along Jenna's body and he faintly felt her ribs under her soft skin before his hands ran
along the smooth curve of her waist down to her flared hips and thighs before taking handfuls of her
plush cheeks, barely feeling a hint of her powerful muscles through the thin layer of padding under
her skin.

Alex was in heaven, acting purely on animal impulses as he kissed and sucked at Jenna's nipple,
spurred on by the constant tingles of pleasure her fingers sent up his spine. As pre began to leak from
Jenna's tip, its heady scent mixed with the artificial sweet aromas filling the steamy air. Her
pheromones did their part to arouse him even further and reinforce his budding desire to please her.

Alex absent-mindedly kneaded and groped Jenna's ample ass, yet he still needed to feel more and his
hands continued to roam over her body until they returned to her front and found something that,
unlike the smooth curves of her soft body, was rock hard. The instant his palm touched it and he felt
the heat from the pulsing veins running along it, he was rewarded by a surge of electricity running up
his spine as Jenna pushed her finger through his puckered ring again. Alex's eyes shot open and for a
second, he could only hold still and moan into her breast, overwhelmed by the intense and still
unfamiliar pleasure.

Thoroughly encouraged to focus more on that seemingly out of place thick piece of meat extending
from Jenna's crotch, Alex's other hand soon joined the first in running all over its bumpy surface.
Thanks to his ministrations, Jenna was pumping out more than enough of her natural lubricant to
prepare any hole even for insertions as massive as her cock. With the scent of her arousal suffusing
the shower cabin, the knowledge that he was pleasing Jenna, as indicated by her drawn-out throaty
moans of satisfaction, became as much of a reward for his efforts as her fingers teasing his anus.
Alex's unfocused eyes drifted shut as Jenna expertly kept him in a state of near-orgasm, his
overstimulated brain unable to keep up with all his senses.

The only thing on Alex's malleable mind was doing more of what got him that unbearable stimulation
and so he kept hungrily sucking her nipple while he ran his hands over her throbbing shaft in
thoughtless yet increasingly enthusiastic motions, shifting between massaging it and lightly running
his fingertips along her veins, mostly moving his hands separately but sometimes interlacing his
fingers to fully encompass her immense girth. Alex felt Jenna's tip rub all over his front as his
uncoordinated movements pushed her cock back and forth, sometimes so far that her tip slapped
against his biceps. As ounce after ounce of her salty lubricant flowed from her cumvein, it ran down
his belly in thin lines that converged on his crotch.

His comparatively tiny genitals were completely coated with her pre by the time Jenna suddenly
pulled her fingers away from his sphincter and remarked, "I'm pretty sure that spot is clean now."

"Or are you just having fun playing with my cock?" She teased.

Her voice and the sudden lack of pleasure racing up his spine roused Alex from his trance-like state.
He froze and opened his eyes to shoot a quick uncertain glance up into Jenna's before he leant back,
Jenna's nipple leaving his lips with a smacking sound, and looked down at his hands. "Oh fuck," he
muttered as he saw his hands on Jenna's cock, instantly letting go of it as if it had suddenly become
boiling hot when he finally realized what he had been doing the past few minutes. "How do you even
have... how can it be so fucking big?" He stammered, continuing to stare at it.

"Tsk tsk tsk," Jenna tut-tutted. "Alex Martin, I did not raise you to swear like that," she reprimanded
him. She used two fingers to scoop up some foam clinging to her chest and brought them up to Alex's
lips. A slightly raised eyebrow was all it took to get Alex to open his mouth. The soapy taste spreading
in his mouth as Jenna moved her fingers around inside it made him gag lightly but he obediently held
still and endured his punishment with lowered eyes.

"There we go," Jenna chirped after a thankfully brief while and pulled her fingers out of Alex's mouth
and placing their tips under his chin in one quick, fluid motion. After gently closing his mouth, she
surprised Alex with a light peck on the lips. Blinking, Alex returned his eyes to hers to find her once
again beaming at him.

"That's your dirty mouth taken care of," Jenna concluded. Following a brief pause, she lightly flicked
his nose and added, "You missed a spot though."

She shifted her hand to his shoulder and pushed down on it. Alex resisted just for an instant before
slowly dropping to his knees. As he descended, Jenna's glans slipped up his chest and, with a twist of
her hips, over his shoulder. Alex hesitated for a second, bracing himself for Jenna to push him back
against the wall of the shower cabin and line up her tip with his mouth. Instead, she kept pushing
him down, though the gentle pressure she exerted was little more than a signal for Alex to move.
While Alex sank lower Jenna shuffled around so the water coming from overhead hit her shoulder
and ran down her front. She spread her legs wider and thrust her hips forward, drawing Alex's eyes
to her sack. In stark contrast to her thoroughly soaped up cock, its unusually smooth skin was almost
dry and the orbs inside it looked big even next to that gigantic rod. "Come on, say 'Ah'," Jenna said
before moving her hand to the back of Alex's head and gently pulling it into her crotch. Alex didn't
resist and opened his mouth as she had instructed.

When Alex's lips made contact with Jenna's skin, he sighed through his nose. Once again he had
ended up on his knees in front of his mom, about to orally service her. It was almost starting to
become normal. Breathing back in, he took in her intoxicating scent. "It'll probably be quickest if you
take them into your mouth," Jenna mused. Looking up past her monstrous cock looming overhead
and her beautiful breasts, Alex shot a doubtful look at the half of her face he could catch a glance of.
He had seen GIFs of girls showing off their ability to fit their fist into their mouth and he felt like he'd
have an easier time doing that than getting his lips around even one of Jenna's oversized balls. "Just
give it a try," Jenna urged. "For me?" she appended in an angelic voice. Increasingly receptive to her
demands, Alex opened his mouth wider and sucked on Jenna's smooth skin. "That's it, baby, suck on
mommy's fat fucking balls," Jenna purred.

Try as he might, there was only so far he could stretch his jaw and it simply wasn't enough. He could
only suck some of her skin into his mouth and against his tongue. "Mphoo mig," he mumbled, unable
to articulate his capitulation to her excessive size any more clearly with his lips pressed against her
swollen sack.

"You'll just have to lick them clean then," Jenna instructed. Alex obeyed and begun running his
tongue over the patch of skin between his lips. As the soap still clinging to his tongue rubbed off on
her skin, Alex could hardly believe that he was happy about it being replaced by the intense tangy,
slightly bitter taste that instantly reminded him of that evening not even two weeks ago that had
changed his life forever. Jenna closed her eyes and let her head roll back, breathing a sigh of relief
and lovingly caressed his scalp to reward his subservience. As he kept licking at her skin, her
pheromone-laden scent continuing to fill his nose, the unpleasant taste faded and what was left was
pure, clean skin tasting faintly sweet if anything, not much unlike her nipple.

His cheeks hollowed as he pulled away from her until her skin popped free from his lips and his
tongue snaked out to lap at her sack as he began cleaning the rest of it. Servicing her like this wasn't
starting to feel normal, he thought, but even right. Quite simply, she was easily the most gorgeous
woman he could ever hope to lay hands - or even eyes - on, cock or no, and none of his girlfriends
had ever made him feel so desired or loved. She clearly expected to be pleasured and submitted to,
and Alex found it increasingly hard to say she didn't deserve it. She didn't seem to care about the
taboo nature of what they were doing in the slightest, and Alex was only too happy to follow her
lead. He watched her begin to lazily stroke her prodigious cock with the hand that wasn't running
through his hair, her hands moving independently thanks to years of practice being serviced.

"Good boy," Jenna purred, her approval setting butterflies loose in Alex's stomach.

As he continued to lick away, he tasted a slight salty note as the water running down her body
washed some of her pre from the base of her cock down to her balls. Every one of her satisfied
moans and sighs was music to his ears as he ran his tongue over her sack, having to move his head
and torso to reach all of it. As time passed and more water ran over Jenna's body, Alex found that
when he found a spot he hadn't covered yet the the sour taste of what his foggy mind barely
managed to deduce had to be the day's sweat faded after just a few licks, which meant he could
continue to enjoy the taste of her diluted pre running over her sack as well as the sights, sounds and
scent his dutiful service produced. When he had covered the front, Alex bowed lower and brought up
his hands to carefully lift up Jenna's heavy balls so he could work his tongue in behind them.

"So thorough," Jenna laughed as Alex ran his tongue all over the rear side of her sack, pressing his
face into it so his tongue could reach its root. Jenna gasped when the tip of his tongue wandered
even further back and flicked across her clit. She carefully pulled his head away from it and back
toward the root of her cock and said, "You don't get to lick there quite yet." Before Alex's heart could
sink at the rejection she added, "I love how you worshipped by balls though." Her approval and the
way she beamed down at him filled Alex with glee.

"And now," she began before inserting one of her trademark dramatic pauses. Anticipating what she
had to want next and fully prepared to give it to her, Alex let his tongue hang out and made to move
his head to the base of her cock, but instead, Jenna said, "Sweet dreams." She let go of his head and
turned around, leaving him to watch her walk out of the shower, wrap a towel around herself and
leave the room, wondering just what it was that his body felt cheated out of.
HONOUR THY MOTHER CH. 07
Alex almost ran up the driveway, too excited to come home to contain himself. Hoping that Jenna
would be waiting for him just like after his first time at the swim club, he had fully convinced himself
on the way home that there had to be a reward waiting for him. After all, the whole swimming thing
had been her idea and she had to appreciate that he had not just gone along with it as a one-time
thing but committed to it. At least the way she had kissed him that morning after he told her he'd be
home late because he'd be at swimming practice indicated that she was very pleased with his
decision.

He had even hurriedly bought a pair of Speedos and endured the embarrassment of wearing them.
Coach Nilsen's repeated assurances that they looked good on him had not made him any more
comfortable in them either, partially because he had been acutely aware of his penis being erect
throughout the majority of swimming practice. He couldn't help it, backed up as he was. Naturally,
there was one particular favour Alex hoped to have finally earned by going through with this. He
desperately needed to cum, to the point that he didn't even care if Jenna would first make him pick
up where she left off two days ago. He had never gone even as much as three days without an
orgasm ever since he'd started masturbating, but now after over two weeks of his mother repeatedly
teasing him and making him pleasure her while denying him release he was unbearably horny, so
much that he had trouble focusing on anything for long as his thoughts would inevitably drift to
sexual fantasies or memories.

Full of anticipation that Jenna would grant him release, Alex walked up to the front door, ignoring his
gut feeling that something was off.

Unlocking the door, Alex realized what was wrong. The house was dark, which wouldn't be that
strange by itself if it wasn't for the faint light and sounds coming down the stairs. After a few
perplexed moments, he first recognized a pair of feminine voices and then identified one of them,
the only one that seemed to be speaking though he couldn't make out the words, as his mother's. By
muscle memory he switched on the light, announcing his presence as his feet carried him towards
and up the stairs, drawn in by the sounds like a moth to flame. The second voice's apparent inability
to communicate in anything but moans, along with the grunts that Jenna's speech was interspersed
with as well as the rhythmic slapping and creaking sounds he made out as he approached Jenna's
bedroom gave him a solid idea of what was going on. He found her bedroom door slightly ajar and
couldn't resist the urge to get a look.

His eyes fell directly on Jenna's bountiful breasts swinging back and forth as she knelt on her queen-
sized bed facing the door. Her face was obscured by her long red hair as she was bent over a fair-
skinned petite girl whose head she was pressing into the mattress with a hand in her dark hair.
Jenna's pale skin was shiny with a thin layer of sweat while she pounded away at the girl's raised-up
hips which Jenna had taken possessive hold of with her other hand.

"More," the girl barely managed to utter, her breathless, hoarse voice sounding quite familiar.

"What's that, bitch, you want more?" Jenna replied while keeping up her deep thrusts.

"Yes," the girl, who Alex's mind was reluctantly beginning to suspect was Sandra, breathed.

"You really love my cock, don't you?" Jenna said before letting herself fall backwards and pulling the
girl along by her hair, which got a squeal of painful pleasure out of her.
"Then why am I doing all the work?"

Alex stared at Sandra's blindfolded face as she sat on Jenna's hips, his mother's prodigious cock
buried to the hilt in his ex's pussy. Sandra planted her feet next to Jenna's spread thighs and lifted
herself up, the bulge in her belly shrinking with every inch of Jenna's unbelievably thick cock that
reappeared from Sandra's stretched cunt, before dropping back down all the way again. Even though
Alex's heart sank as he watched Sandra start to ride Jenna's cock, the erotic display aroused him to
no end, his penis twitching helplessly in his underwear. The sight of Sandra's face burned itself into
his memory, twisted into a grimace of ecstasy with her mouth hanging open as she panted and
moaned.

Again and again, she impaled herself on Jenna's huge cock, producing a wet slapping sound every
time her butt met Jenna's hips due to the copious amounts of their mixed juices flowing from her
cunt. Alex couldn't believe that his mother's cock created a visible outline on Sandra's otherwise flat
belly, nor just how deep inside the petite girl its tip reached. The ever more intense scent of sex
further heightened Alex's already unbearable arousal as, as if spellbound, he watched Sandra
gradually ramp up her pace. Suddenly, while Sandra was in the middle of lifting herself up, Jenna
pulled her back down onto a powerful thrust of her hips and as Sandra squealed and shuddered
uncontrollably, Alex saw her orgasm for the first time.

"Aww, all tuckered out already?" Jenna mocked as Sandra slumped, seemingly held upright only by
the rock-hard pillar of flesh buried inside her.

Breathing heavily, Sandra stayed still for another moment before she once again pushed herself up
with shaky legs. The instant her hips touched Jenna's again, Jenna pulled Sandra backwards so she lay
flat on top of her, giving Alex another view of how Sandra's body deformed to accommodate Jenna's
cock.

"Good slut," Jenna cooed. "Know what happens when you're a good slut for me?" she asked. Before
Sandra managed to gather enough of her wits for a coherent reply, Jenna started gyrating her hips
and moved her hand from Sandra's hip to play with her clit. Sandra moaned and grunted as Alex
watched Jenna's cock move inside her hypersensitive pussy. It wasn't long before a shiver ran over
Sandra again and she began convulsing, squirting a fresh layer of girlcum on Jenna's massive balls as
Jenna brought her to another orgasm, more intense than the last. As if on cue, Jenna started
pounding into Sandra from below with quick powerful thrusts while viciously attacking her clit,
leaving Sandra unable to do anything but scream and writhe as she was locked into a mind-shattering
series of orgasms.

Alex couldn't bear to look at it anymore and, finally managing to tear his eyes away, shambled back
down the stairs, heartbroken. He went to take a shower which became a quick utilitarian affair to get
the chlorine off his skin when the sound of water splashing around the cabin failed to offer him
refuge from some of Sandra's louder screams.

Crushed, Alex simply headed to bed so this day could finally end, yet as he lay in bed he still heard
faint creaking and moaning. Though they were muffled to the point of being barely audible, the
sounds of intense rutting still coming from Jenna's bedroom were the only noises disturbing the
otherwise dead silence. With nothing else except for a few power LEDs in his pitch-black bedroom to
focus on, Alex's attempts to not pay attention to the faint sounds failed miserably. Worse, his penis
was painfully erect as his desperately horny mind kept picturing what was happening in his mom's
bedroom, not just visualizing two feminine bodies locked in the throes of passion, one as perfect in
its maturity as the other in its nubility, or imagining that it was him making Sandra scream and semi-
coherently beg for more but also, to his shame, recalling that strange pleasure Jenna's fingers had
sent up his spine two days ago as he imagined himself in Sandra's place, screaming as his mother
gave him the release he so craved.

At some point the moans came quicker and louder until Sandra's exhausted voice crying out in yet
another orgasm was joined by what was more of a triumphant roar from Jenna as she seemed to
have finally reached her limit as well. Alex was thankful for the silence that followed, giving him time
to try to calm himself so he could finally fall asleep. As he was tossing and turning, a notification
sound coming from his phone tore through the silence and nearly made him jump out of bed. To
Alex's dismay, he was again haunted by the sounds of his mother fucking his ex senseless soon after
that. With the sounds, the mental images returned as well, fantasies morphing into dreams as Alex
finally drifted off to sleep.

Alex was awoken by a shrill beeping, putting an abrupt end to another night of fitful sleep filled with
dreams revolving around his mother that he wished he couldn't remember. Grumbling, he grabbed
at the rough direction of the noise until he found his phone and, lazily opening one eye, brought it
closer to his face to deactivate the alarm. Still mostly asleep, he saw that he had unread messages
and opened his messenger app. A photo filled the small screen in his hand, showing Sandra's visibly
exhausted but deeply satisfied face. Her hair was a complete mess as she licked up a line of thick
white jizz running down the side of what could only be his mother's massive cock. "So delish," Sandra
had added with emojis of a heart and a glass of milk providing entirely unneeded clarification what
she meant. Alex groaned and dropped his phone. Definitely not what he needed to see first thing in
the morning. Yawning and stretching, he rolled out of bed and shambled toward the kitchen, his
stomach growling in protest after he had skipped dinner last night.

In stark contrast to the zombie clad in boxers and a t-shirt shuffling into the kitchen, not a single hair
was out of place on Jenna's head as she sat at the kitchen table in one of her usual professional
getups, finishing her coffee as she tapped away at her phone with a half-eaten slice of toast sitting on
the table.

"Morning sweetie, sleep well?" she chirped when Alex came into view. Alex simply grunted in
response and beelined to the coffee machine, pouring himself a cup and dumping the remaining
contents of the pot into a thermos. He'd definitely need the additional pick-me-up to not sleep
through his lectures. Acting entirely on autopilot, Alex filled a bowl with too much cereal and
grabbed milk from the fridge. When he saw that the suspiciously light jug was, in fact, empty he let
out a noise that was equal parts sigh, groan and whine. He was about to mumble a complaint about
the idiocy of putting the empty jug back into the fridge but stopped himself when he remembered
that in all likelihood he had been that very idiot.

"Oh, sorry sweetie. I meant to buy some yesterday but something came up and it slipped my mind,"
Alex heard a genuine-sounding apology from behind him which he would've been much more willing
to accept if he hadn't seen in excruciating detail just what had come up.

"There should be some orange juice in there, why don't you try that? I hear some people love it,"
Jenna suggested.

"I don't think that would fit," Alex rejected it out of hand.

"Yoghurt, maybe?" Jenna proposed the next suitable item that came up as she went through her
mental list of groceries she usually kept stocked up.
"Too sour," Alex whinged. "Besides, I don't think we have any," he added, scanning over the contents
of the fridge.

"Oh," Jenna responded, making a mental note of it. "How about cream?" she offered.

Alex froze momentarily. He could hear the smirk on Jenna's face in the way she stressed the last
word. "Uh, you mean..." he stammered.

"I really think you should try it," Jenna emphasized, "you just might like it."

Sandra's message from last night flashed in front of Alex's eyes. Worst of all, some part of him
actually agreed with her, recalling the times he had tasted his mother's "cream." Another part of him
was almost willing to go along with her perverted suggestion just to please her but this was just too
much. Then again, was she even really giving him a choice or merely a chance to surrender with
some semblance of dignity instead of being brutally conquered?

"Women don't generally find indecisiveness appealing," Jenna teased him.

"I, um, I don't..." Alex began, blushing and struggling for words as he vividly imagined the situation he
was trying to talk his way out of.

"You seem so tense lately sweetie, kind of frustrated, stuck in a rut. You wouldn't believe how much
trying something new to shake up the everyday routine can help," Jenna observed. A moment of
awkward silence followed as Alex failed to respond, overwhelmed by the sheer perversion of her
demand. "Tell you what, give it a shot and if you're still," she continued before inserting one of the
dramatic pauses she was so fond of, "frustrated, we'll see if we can't think of something else to help
you relieve some tension."

A very specific kind of tension was at the forefront of Alex's mind and the prospect of relief, nebulous
though it might be, was enough to overpower his reservations. Throwing the fridge door shut as he
turned around, he took a step towards Jenna, his eyes roving everywhere just to avoid eye contact.

"So eager to get it straight from the tap? Bring the bowl, silly," Jenna laughed. "No wait, get the jug.
Wouldn't want to spill any, would you?" she corrected herself.

Alex robotically followed her instructions, hearing her shift around on her chair as he got the empty
milk jug from the fridge. He shot a quick doubtful glance at the bowl on the counter and the handle
of the jug in his hand, not sure if she really thought she'd overfill the bowl. Unbidden, he imagined
her doing just that and he froze for an instant, still struggling to believe what he was about to do.

Turning around, he saw Jenna waiting for him with her skirt pulled up and legs spread, his eyes falling
on her huge balls resting on the chair between her thighs as he took stilted steps towards her. "Help
yourself," she smirked, spreading her thighs slightly wider as he dropped to his knees between them.

Putting the jug down next to him, Alex simply stared at his mother's crotch for a second. He never
would have suspected that there would be anything but a vagina between her legs, not that he had
really thought about it until partway through puberty when his thoughts about her took a turn
toward the forbidden. And yet, the smooth sack and the orbs it contained, their size making a
mockery of any man's testicles and especially his own, somehow didn't seem out of place between
her perfect thighs. Neither did the cock secured against one of them with its tip reaching most of the
way to her knee. It slightly dug into her soft skin as the stocking it had been stuffed into strained to
contain it. Sighing, Alex hesitantly extended a hand towards the base of his mother's cock as it
seemed this time he'd have to get it out of its silky prison himself so he could get started with what
he still couldn't quite believe he had wordlessly agreed to.

Wrapping his fingers around her soft shaft he could feel its warmth and the faint outline of veins. He
could barely get his fingertips to touch when he squeezed it carefully. His eyes were transfixed on his
hand as he slowly moved it up her shaft, pulling more and more of it free until finally, her tip slipped
out. Not sure how he was supposed to proceed, Alex simply held Jenna's cock for a moment before
he moved his hand back down to her base and began stroking her cock, his eyes drawn to the way
her tip moved as he did. He was amazed by just how different from his own penis her cock felt in his
hand. Where he had to use just a few fingers to masturbate because his penis fit into his hand almost
entirely, hers made his hand look small as another one or even two would fit on it even in its
dormant state and, most strikingly, he could actually feel its weight.

"If I wanted you to jerk me off I would've told you to," Alex heard Jenna say, thankful that she
sounded amused rather than displeased.

"Keep your hands on that jug," she instructed.

Doing as he was told, Alex let go of her cock and grabbed the jug with both hands. His eyes stayed on
Jenna's glans which now hung halfway to the floor. "Uhm how am I supposed to... " he stammered as
his eyes ran up her mostly-flaccid shaft. "It's still..." he continued, stopping mid-sentence.

"You're a smart cookie, I'm sure you can think of something," Jenna chuckled. Seeing Alex continue
to blush and stare at her sleeping python, she continued, "Here's a little tip, how do you say hello to a
girl you like?"

"Say hello?" Alex repeated, puzzled.

"Oh and she really likes you back," Jenna added. After another awkward pause, she laughed, "Kiss
her, silly."

Getting the hint, Alex leant forward and placed a small peck on the first spot on her shaft that his lips
happened to touch, keeping his eyes closed in a vain attempt to not think about what he was doing.
In stark contrast to his mother, he was already completely erect just from the memories that had
been flooding his mind from the moment he had gotten on his knees. "Not a bad start," Jenna
commended. "I know you can do better though," she added. Alex placed further kisses on her shaft
randomly, letting his lips linger slightly longer with each. "There you go," Jenna cooed and gently
placed a hand on Alex's head to caress his hair, setting a swarm of butterflies loose in his stomach.
"Don't you want to add some tongue?" she suggested.

After hesitating a little, the next time Alex placed a kiss on Jenna's growing cock his tongue slipped
out between his lips. He was grateful that after her morning shower it simply tasted like her skin.
"Just like that, baby," Jenna encouraged. Without Alex noticing, the kisses he peppered his mother's
hardening shaft with became wetter, sloppier and more open-mouthed as he gravitated towards its
root where her pheromone-laden musky scent was thickest.

"Don't you know it's rude to neglect the balls?" Jenna mocked him. Without needing further
instruction, Alex shifted his attention lower, breathing in more of her musk as his lips and tongue
descended over the smooth skin of her sack towards her hyper-virile balls, sucking on them in turn.
Jenna returned his affections by caressing his scalp.

"Good boy," she purred. "Look at me," she demanded. Still sucking on her smooth skin as if he was
trying to get the oversized orbs inside it into his mouth, Alex opened his eyes to see her cock, grown
to its full intimidating size, towering above him. Tearing his eyes off it, they immediately snapped to
Jenna's. The mix of lust and affection radiating from them made him feel warm and fluttery, though
the predatory glint mixed in with them added a hint of anxiety.

"Perfect. I love that look in your eyes," Alex heard her purr, unsure what look she meant. His heart
skipped a beat as she quickly grabbed her phone and snapped a picture of him. "Lean back and open
wide, time to get your cream," she smirked, letting go of his head and putting her phone back.

Jenna's skin came free from Alex's lips with a wet pop as he obeyed her. Kneeling before his mother,
Alex's eyes followed the tip of her monstrous cock as she slowly brought it down toward his open
mouth with the hand that had rested on his head while she had made him kiss and lick it to get it
hard. Thinking about the past few minutes that had brought him to this point made his own penis
twitch in unbearable arousal as he realized just how readily he had done everything she had told him.
He couldn't even begin to lie to himself that she had forced him into any of it. He knew she could
have, but she hadn't needed to.

"You know what to do now, don't you?" Jenna teased once her tip was level with his mouth.

He did know what she wanted him to do but, looking at the bead of liquid emerging from the end of
the enormous cock right in front of him, he had no idea how she expected him to get his lips around
it. It would seem impossible if he didn't have vivid memories of having the whole thing shoved down
his throat.

The salty taste of her pre was the first thing that caught his attention when he obediently wrapped
his lips around just the first inch of her glans and touched his tongue to its tip. Slowly leaning forward
to take more of her glans into his mouth, Alex thought of the decidedly unequal nature of this trade
he had agreed to. His tongue running over her glans was only beginning to work towards making her
orgasm, which was only part of his side of the deal, and the best he could hope for in return was a
quick handjob. With him being on a hair-trigger from being so pent up he would probably struggle to
not blow his load from the slightest touch or even the anticipation thereof.

"Need some help there?" Jenna asked, seemingly amused by Alex's struggle to get his lips around the
widest point of her glans.

Alex hesitated. Looking up at the smirk on Jenna's face, he felt himself somehow blush even more
intensely than he already had. Dropping his eyes to break eye contact led them right back to her
cock. He needed to get it into his mouth but simply couldn't push his lips past the bit of her crown
that was even thicker than her veiny shaft. "Mhmm," he hummed his affirmation, feeling his face
heat up at the thought that he had just asked her to help him suck her off.

"Don't worry, mommy's here for you," he heard her say before he felt her hand return to his head,
this time with a palpably more secure grip. He saw her other hand grip her shaft to steady it and then
felt her fingers press against the back of his head as she pulled him forward. His lips squeezed her
slightly spongy head as it insistently pushed in between them and forced them apart just a bit wider
until it finally popped in, immediately followed by a half-inch of her shaft and a sharp exhalation of
relief from her.

Alex swallowed the mix of pre and saliva pooling in his mouth as he took a moment to take in the
sensation of her meaty glans on his tongue, grateful that Jenna hadn't taken the opportunity to
shove it in further. He pulled back experimentally until his lips caught on the edge of her glans and
were pulled outward. He wasn't going to get it out of his mouth without some effort or a little
assistance and it didn't seem like Jenna was going to help him with that. With only one way to go, he
leant forward again, well aware of what could happen if he made her wait with her hand still on his
head. His eyes ran up and down her colossal shaft from her crotch to the tip of his nose. It felt like he
had managed to slip a little more of it between his lips but it didn't look like it.

A shiver ran down his spine as he wondered how he was supposed to take all of it, how far down his
throat it would go. Would she let him back out of their deal now? Did he even really want to? That
shiver had not just been out of fear but what that other feeling? Had it really been the prospect of
finally being allowed to orgasm that had made him so easy to convince to do what she wanted? Was
it even really just her who wanted it? Why did he even care if he had her permission to orgasm? Why
had he been so quick to try to get more of her meaty cock into his mouth once her tip had touched
his tongue?

All these questions were too confusing, and the answers they might lead to too shameful, for Alex to
deal with at that moment so he closed his eyes and pushed them out of his mind by focusing on the
moment to moment sensations as he bobbed his head back and forth: her silky crown dominating his
mouth, the pulsing veins on her rock-hard shaft slipping between his lips and over his tongue, the
salty taste of the warm pre constantly leaking from her tip, his cheeks hollowing every time he
sucked on her massive shaft as he pulled off it, her tip coming slightly closer to the back of his mouth
when he pushed it back in, the intensifying scent of her arousal, the wet sloppy sounds his mouth
produced, Jenna's fingers running through his hair in acknowledgement of his obedience, her sweet
sighs of satisfaction, his penis twitching in his boxers in a pale imitation of his mother's colossal cock
throbbing in his mouth. None of it was actually unpleasant, he had to admit, aside from his lips
getting caught between his teeth and her shaft as it forced his mouth wide open but as long as he
relaxed his jaw and tried not to pay attention to it, it wasn't unbearable.

"How does it taste?" Jenna's voice brought him back to reality. He blinked his eyes open to see an
amused expression on Jenna's face, wondering if, and how, she really expected him to answer.

"Tell me. You know better than I do," she teased, letting go of his head to let him know that he was
permitted and even expected to momentarily put his mouth to another use.

Though he wasn't sure what to say, Alex pulled back until, with some effort and a wet pop, he pulled
his lips off her glans. Several strands of saliva mixed with pre hung in the air for a fraction of a second
before her shaft swung up to point toward the ceiling at an angle as Jenna lounged on the chair.

"Uhm," Alex stammered after he had swallowed the mixed fluids still in his mouth, staring at Jenna's
glistening tip. "Well mostly like clean skin. And your, uh, stuff is salty," he laid out awkwardly, feeling
his face heat up in embarrassment. "It smells kind of strange," he added impulsively.

"Aren't you a flatterer," Jenna said sarcastically.

"No, I, um, I didn't mean bad," Alex stuttered almost inaudibly.

"Oh?" Jenna perked up. "Well that doesn't sound like you hate it," she concluded with a triumphant
smirk on her full lips. "The scent and taste of my big fat cock. A real cock," she appended, slowly and
deliberately articulating every syllable.

Alex's eyes dropped to the empty milk jug he held in his lap, unable to look at her as he made his
confession with a small head shake.

"Don't let me keep you then," she grinned.

Realizing that Jenna expected him to make the next move when she didn't bring her tip to his mouth,
Alex brought his head up to gingerly wrap his lips around her tip again. His eyes were about level
with Jenna's full breasts, their size only emphasized by her blouse utterly failing to conceal them. He
got a good look at them as he licked up some of the pre streaming from her tip before closing his
eyes and relaxing his jaw as he pushed his head down, feeling the silky skin of her crown on his lips as
he let it spread them until, surprising them both, he suddenly felt her veiny shaft between his lips.

"Ooh," Jenna cooed as Alex halted, perplexed. "This is, what, the fourth time and you take it that
easily already? Told you you're a natural," she grinned.

Nowhere near as conflicted as a part of him thought he should be over being praised for his ability to
fit his mother's cock into his mouth, Alex resumed his increasingly sloppy blowjob, pushing his head a
bit further down on Jenna's shaft before pulling back up. He let himself sink down as he settled back
into a rhythm until he was once again sitting on his heels, trying his best not to think about what he
was doing as he bobbed his head back and forth. With barely a third of her cock vanishing between
his lips, Alex was unwittingly testing Jenna's patience. Though she was tempted to simply grab his
head and make him take it all as she had before, Jenna hadn't failed to notice that while Alex
followed her instructions without any real enthusiasm, his initial reluctance had almost completely
evaporated, remarkable progress which she was keen to build on and doing so required nurturing the
seed of acceptance rather than trampling it.

Alex was lost in the moment as he unthinkingly continued to suck as much of Jenna's massive shaft as
he could somewhat comfortably fit into his mouth until he felt something drip onto his nose,
interrupting his focus. He opened his eyes to see a stream of a dark golden liquid coming out of a
bottle in Jenna's hand.

"Thought I'd sweeten the deal a bit," she giggled as the scent of honey hit Alex's nose. He watched
her slowly pour a line all the way to the base of her cock and back up to his lips. "Come on baby, I
can't go out with my cock all sticky," she grinned as the sweet liquid began to spread into a glaze
covering the top of her shaft.

Alex obediently tried to get more of her cock into his mouth and, pushing slightly further each time
before he pulled back, did succeed though her tip came closer and closer to the back of his mouth.
The mix of sweet honey and her salty pre was actually more pleasant than Alex had thought, the
taste itself acting as a small reward for taking his mother's cock deeper. Soon her tip was pressing
insistently against the entrance to his throat and he couldn't take any more without gagging so he
got back into a rhythm, pushing as deep as he could and pulling back all the way to the glans,
periodically swallowing the mixed fluids pooling in his mouth.

"You can do better than that. Relax your throat," Jenna said, her voice betraying her growing
impatience. Alex had no idea how he was supposed to actively relax his throat but he tried to not
cramp up when her tip reached the back of his mouth, which was a feat in itself given the sheer size
of the prospective intruder and the memory of how it had left him with an aching throat when Jenna
had forced it in. He tried to let her into his throat, in part because he wanted to avoid overstretching
her patience but also because he knew that it would please her, but no matter how much he pushed
his head forward and gagged on her glans as it pressed against the back of his mouth, her very tip
poking into his throat was as far as he could get. His efforts got an appreciative coo out of Jenna as
he leant forward until he gagged before pulling back to take a breath, heavy with the scent of her
honey-glazed cock, before trying again. He made several more attempts but the result was the same
until one time, he swallowed the salty-sweet mixed fluids filling his mouth just as her tip was about
to hit the back of his mouth and suddenly, something felt very different.
"Yes, just like that," Jenna purred while Alex blinked his eyes open again, his brain struggling to
interpret the unexpected pressure in his throat. He felt the outline of her glans as it stretched his
oesophagus but rather than being painful as he had expected from previous experience, it didn't feel
bad at all.

"Take it. Deeper," Jenna urged through clenched teeth and Alex felt her hand on his head again, her
fingers twitching as she fought the urge to fuck his face. He let his eyes drift shut as he obeyed,
pressing forward to find that once he had gotten her crown in, her shaft followed relatively easily
thanks to the mixed fluids clinging to his throat. To Alex's utter confusion, his throat tingled as he
slowly took Jenna's cock deeper, feeling like a tantalizingly light touch on his lips but constant and
more intense, and it felt the same when her glans receded as he pulled back to breathe. He had seen
girls moan when giving head in porn but assumed they were just doing it for the camera. Was it
normal for his throat to feel like this?

"Good boy," Jenna purred, giving Alex all the encouragement he needed to start pushing forward
again, tasting fresh honey on her shaft as he took it deeper this time before pulling back and doing it
again, accidentally pulling back too far so he had to get her glans back in. With his throat loosened by
Jenna's immense girth, it was much easier the second time and soon after he shuffled forward a bit
so he could take more of her seemingly endless length. Between the increasingly sweet taste in his
mouth as Jenna's pre was now leaking directly into his throat, the strange tingling as her crown
moved up and down his oesophagus and her rewarding his efforts with praise, encouragement and
her perfectly manicured nails once more tracing invisible patterns in his hair, Alex found himself
actively wanting to impale his face further on Jenna's massive cock and hear the moans and sighs
escaping from her throat with each deep, slow stroke.

"Almost there baby," Alex heard Jenna whisper when her intoxicating musk hit his nose ever more
intensely. He pulled back for another deep honey and cock-scented breath and leant forward again,
savouring the sensation of Jenna's cock slowly sliding through his lips, over his tongue and down his
sensitive throat further and further until he felt first his nose and then his lips meet soft, warm skin.

"Ngh fuck, that's it. How's it feel to have mommy's cock all the way down your throat?" Jenna
grunted but Alex barely heard her, too absorbed in the moment. Beside the still-confusing physical
sensation of his mother's massive veiny shaft making his throat tingle as it throbbed inside it, his
mouth and throat being so completely and utterly filled felt strangely gratifying. He couldn't believe
how deep inside him he could feel the heat radiating from her cock. As blood coursed through the
veins on her shaft he could even feel her heartbeat deep inside him, her heart dictating a rhythm
that his own was already beginning to follow. On top of that, some part of him felt a perverse sense
of accomplishment at having managed to take the whole thing and at the pleasure he was so
obviously giving her. He got goosebumps as it all sank in.

"Work that throat baby, get your cream," Jenna demanded and Alex was far from reluctant to
comply. He continued slipping her cock in and out of his throat, moving his whole torso in slow
motions that let him appreciate the sensation of her cock sliding up his throat until he could breathe
around her tip and then down until the musk from her balls tickled his nose as his lips kissed her
base. He gave up trying to not think about what he was doing in the face of Jenna's dirty talk
constantly reminding him. There was simply no denying that he was deepthroating every inch of his
mother's huge cock, or that it was turning him on much more than giving head to his girlfriends ever
had.

"I'd love to sit here and let you suck me for hours but I'm afraid we don't have all day," Jenna said
with a genuine rueful tone as she took a more forceful hold of his head and began dictating the pace
as she moved Alex's head up and down her shaft, pulling his head all the way to her root and jerking
it back and forth a few times in quicker, shallow strokes before pulling out to let him take a breath,
then doing it all over. Though she was being a bit too rough, overstimulating his throat to the point
that it was becoming painful, Alex realized that she was still showing restraint when compared to the
kind of rough facefucking she had subjected him to before and he was happy to let her take control
as the more control she took, the less he had to deal with the fact that he had actively and willingly
sucked her cock nor the shame a shrinking part of him felt about it. Alex lost track of time as Jenna
fucked his mouth, making constant remarks about how good his throat felt and how he was a born
cocksucker all the while, until Alex felt her cock begin to pulse and she let go of his head, hissing,
"Fuck, I'm gonna... Here's your cream."

Slightly dazed by her treatment of his throat and ego, Alex had all but forgotten the jug in his hands
and barely had time to pull back, open his eyes and bring its wide opening up to Jenna's tip as she
furiously jerked off with her cock pointing right at his face before the first thick rope of cum erupted
from her tip. Alex's mouth hung open as he watched the obscene display of virility right in front of
him, his own penis twitching uselessly as he was once again denied release. He felt the translucent
plastic container in his hands gradually become heavier as Jenna moaned and groaned while she
unloaded thick white streams of her hot, fragrant seed into it. When her last spurt dripped from her
tip, the jug was mostly full and Alex gingerly set it down, unable to take his eyes off the unbelievably
copious load it contained.

"Be a good boy and get the last bit too," Jenna instructed, sounding quite relieved and a bit out of
breath. Looking up, Alex saw Jenna's still-hard cock pointing at his face with a white bead sitting on
its tip. Not even thinking of defying her, he leant in, placed an open-mouthed kiss on her glans and
sucked the last of her cum out. He felt a rush of warmth when the rich taste of her salty cream hit his
tongue, though it didn't stay there long before he unthinkingly swallowed it.

"Go on, time for your breakfast. You don't want to run late, do you?" Jenna said nonchalantly as she
turned back around to finish her own breakfast. Alex got up unsteadily, his legs having fallen asleep
over what might have been half an hour on his knees, and carried the jug to the table, setting it down
with an audible thud before getting his bowl and a spoon from the counter.

His mind was clouded by a haze of submissive arousal as being made to pleasure his mother without
getting his own long-awaited climax yet again had left him even hornier than before. He simply
stared at the jug for a moment, a silent testament to her infinitely superior potency. Even just
thinking about what he was about to do after what he had already done was obscene, shameful,
humiliating, even kind of disgusting and just so wrong but all that actually made part of his lust-
addled mind want to do it, and Jenna had promised it would get him the relief he desperately
needed.

As he brought the jug to his bowl, it became apparent that the similarities between its contents and
milk extended no further than its colour. The thick white fluid slowly flowed over the edge of its
impromptu container and lazily spread over his cereal, its viscosity somewhere between thick
yoghurt and watery dough. Even more striking was its smell which Alex could find no words for other
than potent. The fragrant jizz refused to filter through his flakes, forming a solid white layer on top of
them that quickly filled what space was left in the bowl.

Alex could feel Jenna's eyes follow his every move as he set down the jug, picked up his spoon and
carefully mixed the dissimilar ingredients for his breakfast. Slowly bringing the spoon to his lips, he
paused briefly and looked at the heap of flakes on it, not just frosted but covered by a layer of fresh
snow, and swallowed the saliva that had pooled in his mouth. Then he finally brought it into his
mouth and the mixed tastes hit his tongue.

The rich warm salty cream did not go together with the flakes' cheap artificial sweetness but Alex
found the taste itself far more pleasant than he would've liked to admit. His heart pounded as he
slowly chewed on the mixture. He kept his eyes cast down at his bowl to avoid meeting Jenna's gaze,
too ashamed of what he was doing right in front of her and how much it was turning him on. As he
swallowed the odd-tasting mouthful with some effort, his eyes shot up to take a quick peek and
found a smirk on Jenna's face that made it clear that she was very pleased with both him and herself.

Spurred on by her reaction, he quickly brought another spoonful to his mouth. He felt his penis
twitch like mad as he made a show of slowly and deliberately chewing on the cum-coated cereal.
When he noisily swallowed he felt something leak from his penis, creating a small damp spot at the
front of his barely tented boxers.

"So, how is it?" Jenna asked as Alex's spoon was already darting to his bowl again. "Looks like you like
it."

Alex froze. He knew what she wanted to hear and in his lust-crazed state there was even some truth
to it but he couldn't get himself to say it. Slowly and hesitantly, he nodded.

"Told you," Jenna cooed melodically, grinning from ear to ear. "Why don't you add some more then?
Those flakes look a little dry," she suggested. Alex complied without a word, pouring more of Jenna's
thick cum into his bowl until it was once again filled to the brim. "I still don't get how you can eat that
chopped up cardboard but I guess everything is edible with the right sauce," Jenna commented
casually as she finished her toast.

"Anyway," Jenna began as she stood up, putting her bare crotch at Alex's eye level with her skirt still
pulled up. Alex was stunned by the sight of her cock, fully engorged again and pointing directly at his
face. "I'll freshen up and get going. We can't all just suck dick to put food on the table," she
announced as Alex continued to stare at her cock. He couldn't take his eyes off it even as she walked
to the bathroom, craning his neck as he tried to imagine how he had managed to fit her monstrous
member down his throat.

When he lost sight of Jenna's cock as she left the kitchen, Alex returned his attention to his breakfast.
While he had let Jenna talk him into it for the promise of finally getting the release she had forbidden
him, with every spoonful of cum-soaked corn flakes he brought to his mouth, his thoughts revolved
more and more about the act itself, the shameful realization that he actually liked the taste and how
much continuing to humiliate himself by swallowing her cum turned him on. The sheer depravity of
what he was doing was making his head swim. He began to suck the cum off the flakes in his mouth
first before choking down the dry cereal. When his bowl was half empty, he grabbed the jug to refill
it.

When Jenna walked back into the kitchen he was feeling hot all over and panting as he brought the
last few flakes up to his mouth, along with what would be several ejaculations' worth of cum for even
porn stars. Alex looked at her with glassy eyes as he finished his perverted breakfast. Jenna's eyes
flicked to the visibly emptier jug and the small white pool remaining in his bowl before she locked
eyes with him and smirked. Unlike Alex, she was the very picture of composure with her hair and
outfit back in perfect order and her scandalous secret tucked away.

"You're not going to leave that, are you?" she asked while she approached the table, her moderate
black heels clicking with every graceful step.
"Come on, finish up," she said, her eyes boring into his as she placed a fingertip on the rim of his
bowl. In the heat of the moment, Alex couldn't think of anything but obeying her. He didn't even
dare to break eye contact as he slowly lifted his bowl to his lips and tilted it forward until Jenna's
thick cum slowly poured into his waiting mouth. He held her warm salty cream in his mouth as he put
the bowl back down before he slowly swallowed.

"All gone?" Jenna asked. "Show me," she demanded when Alex simply nodded in reply so Alex
opened his mouth wide and stuck out his tongue. "Good boy," she commended. "You know, that
gives me an idea," she said, turned away and walked to the counter. She grabbed Alex's thermos cup,
poured out the coffee and brought it to the table where she took the jug and began filling the
thermos. "Bring this home empty if you want me to help you relax," she said as she put the lid on and
set the thermos full of still-warm cum down in front of Alex.

"But you said," Alex protested meekly.

"Yeah, but I changed my mind," Jenna casually brushed aside his objection. "Have fun at college," she
chirped and leant down to kiss Alex's forehead. She lingered before pulling back, sniffed him once
and giggled, "Don't forget to brush your teeth."

Getting on the bus, Alex slumped into a seat and stared at the mug in his hand, trying to explain to
himself how it had ended up there. Having calmed down somewhat since Jenna left, he couldn't
believe what had happened, what degrading things he had done. Just a few weeks ago he could have
never imagined himself doing anything like it, if anything he'd fantasized about his girlfriends
swallowing for him, or even just giving him head. Yet when his mother wanted something from him
he found it harder and harder to refuse her. Worst of all, as much as he was ashamed of it now, it
had been so incredibly hot in the moment. He didn't even understand why he had taken this mug full
of a pint of his mother's cum along. Sure, he had quietly conceded when she had suddenly changed
their deal but then she'd left him alone in the house when she drove to work. He knew he'd be home
first so he could have just left it or dumped it down the drain, hell he still could just wait and sneak
off to a restroom at college to pour it out, how would she ever find out?

He'd just have to tell her he'd done it when she'd come home and he'd finally get his release without
having to go through with this. All he'd have to do was look into her eyes and lie to her face. A knot
formed in his stomach at the thought. She'd know. He couldn't remember the last time he'd lied to
her and gotten away with it, somehow she'd always seen right through him. And if she caught him
lying now, he would not only have humiliated himself in front of her for nothing but she would
certainly punish him for trying to deceive her, and who knew how. Alex sighed in frustration at the
voice at the back of his mind that was excited to find out how. It simply wasn't worth the risk.

Figuring that leaving the "cream" in its imperfectly insulated container for long was only going to
make his task more unpleasant, he let out a deep sigh and slowly raised the mug to his lips. Paranoid
about someone noticing the scent, he waited until his lips were almost touching the lid before he
flipped it open, closed his eyes and brought the opening to his mouth. It took a moment until the
increasingly familiar taste of Jenna's seed hit his tongue and even when it did, it flowed into his
mouth slowly, the mug's small opening being intended for much more watery fluids. Not wanting to
sit there waiting however long it would take for his mouth to slowly fill with the thick stuff, he started
sucking it out, trying to not make any attention-grabbing sounds. Though he was ashamed to admit it
to himself, at least the taste was far from unbearable. Preoccupied as he was, he paid no mind to the
pneumatic hissing that would have given him some warning before the bus accelerated with a jerk.
The next moment, he was doubled over, choking, coughing and desperately trying to suppress the
urge to spit out his mouthful of cum.
After some agonizing seconds, he got control of himself, noisily swallowed and took a few panting
breaths before he blinked his teary eyes open and sat back up. To make matters worse, he saw a girl
he'd seen, or maybe creepily stared at, in some of his classes looking at him with a blank expression
on her pretty freckled face framed by wavy brown hair. Emphasized by her dark eyeliner, her wide-
open brown eyes were looking right at his mouth as she awkwardly brought a finger to the corner of
her lips. Imitating her gesture, Alex felt something wet at the corner of his mouth. He could feel the
blood drain from his face when he looked down at his finger and found a spot of pure white on it.
Panicking, he turned away and wiped both corners of his mouth with his finger and sucked it clean.

Throughout the day, Alex was paranoid and extremely self-conscious. Whenever he saw someone
look at him he felt like they were silently judging or mocking him. During both lectures and breaks, he
tried to avoid attention. Whenever he felt unobserved, he'd take a quick sneaky look around before
taking a sip from his cup which, to his dismay, seemed to refill every time he closed the lid. Just
before his final lecture for the day, he couldn't take it anymore. He found a free cabin in a restroom,
removed the lid from his cup and drank down the rest in a few quick, hungry gulps, eager to finally be
done with it.

Having finished his drink didn't make him any less nervous though so he took the spot with the most
free seats between him and other students he could find in the lecture room. It didn't help him focus
either. When the professor went off on some tangent about the history of unions in Hollywood a few
minutes into the lecture, Alex tuned out and his thoughts drifted off, jumping back and forth
between trying to rationalize the events of the day and fantasizing about his promised reward.

"Hey man," a voice brought Alex back to reality. He jerked and turned his head around to see his
friend Jim plop down on the seat right next to him. "What the fuck is that guy on about?"

"Uh, no idea. I haven't really been listening," Alex admitted.

"Yeah, that was kinda obvious. Heard you took up swimming, getting really friendly with coach
Nilsen. Been daydreaming about her?" he teased with a shit-eating grin.

"What? No," Alex replied, frowning. "I mean yeah I've been to swimming practice and coach Nilsen is
nice and all but I wasn't, um, I was, uh," Alex stammered, trailing off as his brain blanked. "Oh, fuck
off," he eventually deflected weakly.

Jim narrowed his eyes and leant a bit closer to Alex. After a few seconds, he laughed and leant back.
"You know, I was going to let you in on a couple rumours about her but I guess you know all about it
already," he said in between bursts of laughter.

"I have no idea what you're talking about," Alex said, his bewilderment clearly reflected on his face.

"Of course you don't," Jim snickered. "I guess it kinda makes sense in a way after what Sandra pulled
on you, especially if the shit she's been spreading about you is true. Not like Nilsen is going to care,"
he mused. Every word he said confused Alex further until he could only stare at his friend with
furrowed brows trying to make sense of what he was getting at. "Not judging," Jim said, raising his
hands defensively. "Whatever tickles your pickle, just don't let her keep you too busy on weekends
for a couple rounds of CoD," he grinned.

"I'm not, ugh, whatever," Alex sighed, doing his best to return his focus to the lecture. Thankfully, Jim
seemed done with digging into his love life and reverted to their usual topics like games and movies
as they chatted and paid little attention to whatever vaguely filmmaking-related anecdote the
professor was ranting about.
Alex let out a heavy sigh when he heard the door fall shut behind him, relieved to finally be away
from the eyes of strangers and their seemingly ever-present judging stares. Looking at his phone, he
estimated it would be about 3 hours until his mother would be home. He trotted to his room, not
sure what to do with himself. Turning on his computer screens, he found the beginnings of an essay
waiting for him. It wasn't due until next Thursday but he had promised himself that just for once he
wouldn't leave something until the very last minute. He dropped into his chair to continue working
on it but he could barely focus on it for long enough to read what he had already written, film theory
being just about the farthest thing from his mind at that time.

After just a few minutes of fruitlessly trying to put together a train of thought only to lose it almost
immediately because his thoughts were far too occupied with what was waiting for him later that
evening, he gave up. He tried to distract himself from the mix of anticipation and nervousness roiling
inside him with social media and random videos but nothing really caught his interest so he went
through his library of games and picked one mostly at random to kill some time. Due to his lack of
focus, he kept missing things and making mistakes, which annoyed him to the point that he soon quit
in frustration.

Exasperated, he leant back in his chair. He just couldn't take his mind off what was going to happen
once his mother came home, or at least what he hoped would happen. As much as he looked
forward to his desperately needed and, as far as he was concerned, well-deserved release, he
suddenly became keenly aware that his mother's side of their deal was woefully undefined. She had
never actually said that she would finally give, or even allow, him his long-awaited orgasm, that was
just his assumption based on wishful thinking. Even if she really had meant that, she had already
altered the deal, what if she altered it any further? The thought that the reward he had been looking
forward to all day made him too nervous to sit still. Swivelling back and forth with his chair while his
mind struggled to come to terms with this unsettling possibility, Alex's eyes roamed through his
room. It was a bit messy, even by his standards.

Suddenly, he remembered how Jenna had chewed his ear off once about how disappointed she was
that he couldn't even be bothered to keep his own room clean while she took care of the rest of the
house. What if she saw the state it was in now and decided to punish him for his negligence by
reneging on their deal? He absolutely could not let that happen.

Alex jumped out of his chair and hurriedly started gathering up laundry strewn about his bed and
floor, stuffing comics back on the shelf, dusting and vacuuming until, looking over his handiwork, he
figured his room looked good enough to pass at least a casual inspection. This didn't reassure him for
long though as he soon realized that if she looked for something to complain about, she was always
going to find something, no matter how thorough he was. His thoughts raced trying to come up with
a way to prevent his badly needed relief from slipping from his fingers now that he was so close,
quickly figuring that he had to make sure his mother wouldn't want to look for something to
complain about in the first place and eventually deciding that the best way to do that was to make
sure she was in a good mood when she'd come home. With the vacuum still in his hand, he moved to
the living room to give it a quick cleaning as well before moving to the hallway which he made sure
to clean extra thoroughly, even breaking out the mop to make sure the first room Jenna would see
coming in was positively sparkling.

Taking a look at the time, he estimated he should have just about enough time to see if he could
whip up something for dinner to have a pleasant little surprise waiting for Jenna so he put away the
cleaning equipment and headed to the kitchen. His eyes immediately fell on the milk jug still sitting
on the table where he had left it in the morning. He swallowed as he stared at it for a moment,
struggling to believe that it was still about halfway filled with thick white cream. His first impulse was
to pour it out and throw it away but he hesitated, wondering if his mother might take offence at that.
He couldn't decide what to do with it so he simply ignored it and started going through the fridge and
cupboards to take stock of what he had to work with for dinner. Unfortunately, Jenna's infrequent
and limited cooking reflected in the stockpile of ready meals, condiments and a mismatched handful
of basics. While Alex was thinking about how he could throw together something fresh or at least
turn pre-packaged junk into something more edible, he heard the front door being unlocked.

"Hi, sweetie. How was your day?" Jenna chirped.

"Good," Alex called back.

"Really?" Jenna asked as she made her way to the kitchen following Alex's voice. "Because the floor
almost looks like something's weighing on your conscience," she smirked walking into the kitchen.

"No, nothing, I just thought you'd appreciate it" Alex replied.

"So you did what we agreed on and you wanted to make extra sure you'd get your reward, hm?"
Jenna concluded as she approached him, smirking. "What did you do with it?"

"What do you mean? You told me to..." Alex stammered.

"To bring it home empty," Jenna interrupted him. "So what did you do with it? Did you sneak off and
pour it out hoping nobody sees you?" she guessed.

Alex averted his eyes, feeling heat rush to his face. "I drank it," he confessed quietly.

Jenna burst into laughter and pulled Alex in for a hug before moving her hands up to his cheeks and
placing a quick kiss on his lips. "That's the first thing you thought of, hm?" she grinned. Looking past
him, she saw the half-empty jug on the table. "No need to keep this old stuff around, you can always
get it fresh," Jenna said, smirking as she walked over to the table, took the jug to the counter and
unceremoniously dumped its contents down the drain. "Well, you definitely kept up your side of our
little deal so why don't you put on something comfortable and wait for me in the living room?" she
suggested.

Some minutes later, Alex was sitting on the couch in his shirt and boxers, shifting impatiently as his
heart and thoughts raced. Some small part of his mind was still thinking about what Jenna had said
about it having been his idea to actually drink his mug but it was almost completely drowned out by
anticipation of finally getting his reward. He supposed that in all likelihood she would simply give him
a quick handjob but he couldn't stop fantasizing about her reciprocating for what she had made him
do for her, imagining her looking up at him with her beautiful lips wrapped around his penis and
wondering what it would feel like to finally get a blowjob. Then he heard the sound of naked feet on
the hardwood floor and looked over, feeling strangely underdressed when he saw his mother enter
the room wearing nothing but a silk dressing gown with her hair flowing over her shoulders down to
her stunning cleavage. She had a bottle of wine in one hand and two glasses in the other.

"So, let's see if we can't get that 'stress' out of you, hm?" she said, winking as she walked in with a
coy smile. Alex felt his throat tighten when she bent over to set the bottle and glasses down on the
coffee table, giving him a breathtaking view down her front in that did nothing to help with the
raging erection in his boxers.

"It's been a while since we've spent some quality time, hasn't it?" she mused as she turned around to
get a corkscrew from a cabinet, Alex's eyes roaming over her body from her swaying hips to a
sideways view of her breasts and butt as she took a detour to turn down the lights and flick on some
smaller ones around the living room instead before she returned to the coffee table and uncorked
the wine. Alex got another stunning view of her full breasts when she bent over to pour it.

"Just a bit of mother-son bonding. Trust me, you'll love it," she said with a conspiratorial smirk as she
pushed a glass into his hand and sat down right next to him with the other.

"Call me boring but sometimes, a quiet evening in front of the TV is just the best way to relax," she
said while she grabbed the remote and put on an old episode of a show they both loved.

"Even better when you have someone to cuddle with," she added as she leant back, wrapped an arm
around Alex to pull him against herself until his head rested on her chest, and kissed his hair.

"What do you kids call it? Kick back with cable?" Jenna asked jokingly.

"Netflix and chill," Alex corrected her. "But it's really more of a euph-" he added.

"Netflix and chill then," Jenna interrupted him and turned her attention to the screen, sipping her
wine while her free hand on Alex's hip caressed his side and lower belly.

For a while, neither of them said anything as they watched. While there was admittedly something
calming about being cuddled up to his mom, this was not at all what he had been hoping for. Not
only was it not helping, feeling her warm soft body against his only aroused him further, especially
with just a thin layer of silk between the side of his face and the soft breast it was resting on. Besides
her natural scent, the silk smelled faintly of perfumes and body lotion. The scents immediately
conjured images in Alex's mind of Jenna spreading lotion all over her naked luxurious body and
rubbing it into her flawless skin.

He felt like he was going to completely lose his mind if this went on much longer, he had to say
something but what if he offended her? Would she punish him for being ungrateful? He took a sip of
wine as he thought about what to say and pulled a face at the taste. He hadn't drunk that often yet,
especially not wine, and wondered how anyone could genuinely like the stuff. He did pick up
something vaguely fruity but he couldn't get past the decidedly unpleasant alcoholic taste. Still, he
kept sipping his wine out of nervousness more than anything else and soon noticed himself loosening
up. Sips became gulps and it wasn't long before his glass was empty. Staring at the screen, Alex didn't
see the smirk on his mother's face as she wordlessly reached over to refill his glass before wrapping
her arm back around him.

When, halfway into his second glass, Alex's eyes fell on Jenna's legs he felt like it was a good idea to
return her caresses so he moved his hand that had up until that point rested in his lap to her thigh.
When she showed no immediate reaction, he took it as approval and began slowly running his hand
up and down her thigh, fascinated by how the silk on her warm, soft skin felt under his fingertips.
Unfortunately, the alcohol spreading through his body not only gave him liquid courage but also
brought back the fantasies that had filled his mind before his mom walked in. Jenna still hadn't
reacted to his hand on her thigh, which he perceived as permission to continue that emboldened him
to let his hand creep just a bit further from the top to the inside of her thigh every time he brought
his glass to his lips.

When his glass refused to give up more liquid no matter how high he raised it, he looked at his empty
glass, swallowed and finally worked up the courage to protest his disappointing reward. "Mom?" he
began still a bit hesitantly, craning his neck to look up at Jenna's face.

"Yes, sweetie?" Jenna replied, her eyes still on the TV.

"When you said you'd help me relax, I thought you meant," he complained.

"You thought you'd get to relieve some of the tension in your underwear? That maybe I'd lend you a
hand? Or even give you a very special goodnight kiss?" Jenna teased while looking at him from the
corner of her eye.

"Yes," he admitted, sounding closer to a petulant child demanding ice cream than he'd wanted to.

"You want your own mother to take care of your little thing for you and get all that nasty stuff out of
your body?" she said with feigned indignity which stood in stark contrast to the grin on her lips while
her fingers slipped into his boxers and she brought her face closer and closer to his.

"I can't believe I raised such a horny pervert. You're such a naughty boy," she whispered, looking
deep into Alex's eyes as she walked her fingers over his crotch to his twitching penis. When her lips
were just a fraction of an inch from his, she suddenly stopped.

"I told you I'm not touching that thing," she said matter-of-factly, turned her head back to the screen
and pulled her hand back out of Alex's boxers. "And neither are you," she added in a commanding
tone.

With one scene fading to another, not even the TV disturbed the silence filling the room for a
moment, just long enough for Alex to go from surprised to shocked and then defiant as what she had
said sank in. Just when Alex opened his mouth to protest Jenna said, "But you've been such a well-
behaved obedient little boy lately, and especially today, that you do deserve something special."

"Something special?" Alex repeated nervously while Jenna's fingers slipped into his boxers again.
"What do you mean?".

"Oh, I think you know exactly what I mean," Jenna replied, her fingers running over Alex's sensitive
skin as she moved her hand to his butt. "Trust me, you'll love it," she assured, giving Alex's cheek a
quick grope. Alex gasped when he felt Jenna's fingers push between his cheeks.

"Mom!" he exclaimed in a high-pitched voice when her fingertips found his puckered ring.

"There's that voice again. Really suits you," Jenna grinned. Alex's short yelp was quickly followed by
gasps as Jenna teased his sensitive sphincter. The strange sensation made him squirm. It felt good
but it wasn't what he wanted, and he was uncertain if Jenna was going to just tease and deny him
again or she really was going to finally give him his relief like this, if she even could. His wandering
eyes fell on Jenna's crotch and saw a large and growing bulge in her gown.

"It's not enough, is it?" Jenna asked knowingly.

"No," Alex whined between gasps. With Jenna giggling at his predicament, Alex watched the folds of
her gown part to reveal her huge half-hard cock as it began to rouse.

"You know, with a properly broken in buttslut I'd just spit on a finger and push it in," Jenna said
casually.

"I'm not a ..." Alex protested weakly, trailing off as he was unwilling to even call himself something
like that.

"Of course you aren't," Jenna agreed. "That's why we need something else if you want me to help
you with your little problem, something a bit more lubricating. I don't have any lube, I know you
don't have any in your room, so where could we get something else?" she mused, continuing to run
her fingers along Alex's twitching star. As she spoke, Alex stared at her cock, watching it rise. Fresh
memories of her pre flowing freely from her tip directly into his mouth rushed into his mind and,
swallowing, he gingerly moved his hand from her thigh towards her cock.

"What are you doing?" Jenna asked with a grin when Alex took hold of as much of her cock as he
could grasp with one hand.

"Stroking your, um, penis," Alex replied hesitantly, amazed at how warm her thick shaft felt as he
started running his hand over it.

"My cock," Jenna corrected him after taking a sip from her glass.

"Your cock," Alex parroted meekly, his eyes following his hand up and down her shaft. He could feel
it growing in his hand, pushing his fingertips apart as it rapidly grew to its full mind-blowing size until
her glans partially blocked his view of the screen.

"So you're going to stroke my cock until I start leaking pre so I can use it as lube to finger your butt?"
Jenna laid out slowly.

"Yes," Alex confirmed, blushing.

"Say it," Jenna insisted.

"I'm stroking your," Alex began hesitantly, "Your cock," he continued after a moment's pause,
breathing heavily. He couldn't believe what he was about to say. "Because I want you to finger my
butt with your pre as lube," he finished. Every word he said aroused him further.

"Clever boy," Jenna smirked. "Go on then, keep jerking me off," she ordered.

Alex did as he was told, marvelling at how small his hand looked on his mother's massive cock. He
could feel the blood pulsing through the veins on her shaft more and more clearly and it wasn't long
before he saw a bead of clear liquid emerge from her tip and run down her glans.

"There you go," Alex heard Jenna say. He let out a little grunt of protest when she removed her hand
from his butt. Alex's eyes were still following the first drop of Jenna's pre as it ran down her glans
when she scooped it up with one finger and ran another along the trail it had left to gather up some
more of her own lubricant. Alex gasped when he felt Jenna's fingers return to his butt, leaving a
warm, wet feeling as she ran them around his pucker before pressing a finger right against his
opening.

"Hmm seems we'll need some more," Jenna mused when she couldn't get her finger to slip through
his tightly clenched ring.

With Alex having continued to clumsily run his hand up and down Jenna's shaft, he was beginning to
faintly notice the scent of her arousal as more and more clear liquid flowed from her tip and ran
down her glans to his hand. He kept moving his hand without thinking about it as he watched Jenna's
hand return to her glans and begin running two fingers over it. While lubing up her fingers, she
spread the lines of liquid on her glans into a coating that covered all of her crown and gave it a wet
sheen.

With his head resting on her chest, he could feel her heartbeat and breathing quicken as he
continued to work his hand up and down her shaft. He gave it a light experimental squeeze every so
often, amazed by how warm her huge hard cock and the pulsing veins on it felt in his hand. He
swallowed the saliva that had built up in his mouth while he stared at Jenna's cock. Enough of her pre
had leaked down to his hand to leave his fingers thoroughly coated and his hand had spread it all
over her shaft, leaving it wet and shiny as his hand slid up and down quicker on her wet skin. When
Alex saw that, because of his hand failing to fully encircle her colossal girth, a strip of skin remained
between his fingertips that wasn't quite as thoroughly lubed up, he started twisting his hand around
Jenna's shaft while he continued to jerk it.

His efforts got an immediate reaction, making Jenna inhale sharply.

"Mmm, fuck, you're good with your hands," she purred. Already feeling hot from the mix of alcohol
and arousal, Alex felt himself become even more flushed at her praise. Even without getting any
physical stimulation himself, knowing that he was turning her on gave him a sense of satisfaction that
spurred him on to put down his glass and bring his other hand to her cock as well.

"Yeah, keep going just like that," she said as Alex's twisting, squeezing hands pumped up and down
her shaft. He could hear in her throaty voice how much she enjoyed what he was doing and it sent a
shiver down his spine.

"Well, this should be enough," Jenna said, holding up her hand. Her middle and index finger were
covered in enough natural lube for drops of it to run down to her palm.

"More than enough, actually," Jenna added and brought her hand closer Alex's face. Almost panting
with arousal, Alex opened his already parted lips wider to let Jenna push a finger into his mouth.
With the scent of her pre filling his nose, he obediently sucked the salty liquid off her finger. "Good
boy," Jenna praised as she pulled her finger out, "Are you excited for your reward?"

"Yes," Alex breathed after swallowing her pre. He gripped her cock tighter, trying to entice her to give
him what he so badly needed.

"Better keep those hands moving then," Jenna teased as her hand returned to Alex's butt. Her wet
fingers found Alex's virgin pucker and forced a moan out of him as they rubbed over his sensitive
skin. Then she pushed one finger right against his opening but once again, Alex clenched up.

"Shhh, relax baby. You know you want it," Jenna whispered. Remembering how it had felt when
Jenna played with his butt in the shower and wanting to experience it again, Alex tried to stay relaxed
when he felt her finger press against his entrance again. He gasped when intense pleasure raced up
his spine as the tip of Jenna's finger slipped into him and she pushed it in up to the first knuckle. He
froze and gripped her cock tightly as if holding on for dear life as she slowly pushed her finger
deeper, forcing a girly moan out of him when he felt the second knuckle slip through his sensitive
ring.

"There we go," Jenna said in a soothing voice while Alex panted and tried to adjust to the sensations
radiating from his butt. Her finger stretching his twitching sphincter felt strange but incredibly good.

"Now enjoy your reward for being a good, obedient, submissive little boy," Jenna said. With every
adjective, she slowly pulled her finger out half an inch and pushing it back in. She began moving her
finger inside him, paying close attention to the way Alex gasped and moaned as she thrust her finger
in and out of his sensitive hole. For a few seconds, Alex was paralyzed by the sensations assaulting his
brain. The pleasure was unbearable but it wasn't enough. He could feel his long-awaited orgasm
approaching but something was missing.

"More, please" he pleaded, setting his hands back into motion to make his plea more convincing. He
did succeed in getting Jenna to move her finger more vigorously and teasingly rub another finger
along the outside of his hole but when another minute or so passed as he stroked, squeezed and
massaged his mother's monstrous cock but the orgasm he hoped to earn remained out of reach, he
grew increasingly impatient.

"It's still not quite enough, hm?" Jenna whispered into his ear.

"No," Alex whined.

"Oh my poor boy," she commiserated, "If only there was something you could do to get that tiny bit
more you need. Maybe even just something like a kiss," she teased.

Alex's eyes were drawn to Jenna's glans. Without meaning to, he had slowly pulled her cock closer
while jerking it and now it was just a few inches from his face, swaying as his hands worked on her
shaft. Engorged with blood and glistening with her pre, it looked so juicy. Its scent was intoxicating.
Remembering how it had felt in his mouth, and especially his throat, that morning, he couldn't stop
himself. Holding Jenna's cock steady, he lifted his head up from her chest and brought it to her tip.
Without thinking about it, he took a deep pheromone-laden breath before he opened his mouth as
wide as he could and pressed his lips down on her glans.

"Can't keep your mouth off my cock, can you? You just love how it feels in your mouth or are you
hungry for more cream?" Jenna mocked as Alex licked her salty pre off her silky crown and pushed
his head down trying to get his lips around her cock, turned on even further by her humiliation.

"Yeah, just like that. Fuck, you're getting good at this," Jenna moaned when Alex's lips slipped past
her glans, but Alex barely acknowledged her praise, pushing further until her tip pressed against the
back of his mouth. In between moans coaxed out of him by Jenna's finger, he swallowed around her
tip pressing against the entrance to his throat. Whether it was the alcohol loosening him up, the
different angle as her cock entered him upside down or just his desperation to bring himself over the
edge with the feeling of her cock stretching out his strangely sensitive throat, her cock didn't make
him gag no matter how much he pressed it against the back of his mouth. It was just a matter of
seconds until, after a few failed attempts, Alex felt Jenna's crown slip into his throat and his eyes
closed for a moment as he let out a muffled echo of Jenna's satisfied moan.

He held still and took in the sensations of her glans forcing his throat open before he leant forward
and pushed his head lower. As he forced more of her cock through his lips, his tongue used what
little room her fat shaft left in his mouth to lap up the salty liquid clinging to it. It struck him how
different the larger and smaller veins crisscrossing over her cock felt sliding over his tongue as
opposed to her cumvein running along its bottom. A shiver ran over him as her tip slid further down
and he felt the veins on her shaft throbbing in his throat. He could feel himself getting close, close
enough for his own twitching penis to leave small wet spots in his boxers. With a needy moan, he
pushed further, wanting to feel it all the way inside him and bring himself over the edge. With a
steady stream of her hot pre pumping out of her tip and lubricating his willing throat, he easily took
her deeper, watching her huge shaft vanish between his lips until they met his hand. He stopped to
bask in how amazing it felt to have her veiny shaft deep in his tightly stretched throat while her
fingers teased his butt and sent surges of pleasure up his spine.

He automatically sucked and licked her cock as he pulled back just enough so he could take a deep
breath heavy with her pheromones. Pushing himself back down, he took his hands off her shaft and
brought them to her thighs to steady himself as he impaled his face on her huge juicy spear but one
hand missed its mark and landed on her sack instead. He fondled one of her massive orbs through a
thin layer of warm silk while he moaned around her cock sliding deeper and deeper into his throat.
He was so preoccupied with greedily swallowing his mother's cock that he hardly realized how she
slowed down the movements of her fingers, keeping him on the edge despite his efforts. Between
the folds of her gown, Alex saw part of her sack under or rather, in his flipped over perspective,
above her cock. He stared at it, excited to see it come closer and closer as he brought his upper body
lower until he was almost lying on top of Jenna. Her scent filled his nose, becoming more and more
intense as the last few inches of her thoroughly lubricated cock squeezed past his lips.

His eyes rolled up and drifted shut when the tip of his nose touched her skin and he felt warm silk on
his chin. Somehow, it felt incredibly satisfying to have taken his mother's monstrous cock to the hilt.
He stayed like that for a bit, pressing his chin against her pelvis with his nose buried in her sack while
he revelled in the sensations rushing to his brain from his entire body. His hand on her giant silk-clad
sack, her pheromones flooding his nose, her cock pulsing unbelievably deep inside him as it
continued to pump out hot pre, his sphincter clenching around her finger, it all was overwhelming.
When he finally realized that Jenna's finger had stopped moving and his long-awaited release stayed
out of reach, Alex let out as much of a frustrated, plaintive whine as he could with Jenna's throbbing
cock occupying his throat. When his burning lungs forced him to reluctantly pull off Jenna's cock, he
pushed his butt back against her hand and shifted around to get her finger moving inside him.

"Look at you," Jenna laughed as Alex began rocking back and forth. Alex alternated between burying
his face in his mother's crotch and grinding his butt against her hand, sending waves of pleasure
crashing through him that made him moan around the fat shaft moving up and down his throat.

" So eager to get yourself off with your butt. I wonder what that makes you, hm?" Jenna teased,
grinning.

"Go on, baby. Cum while you choke on my cock," she purred as Alex's movements became
increasingly erratic.

"Now," she whispered and straightened out her finger, touching a new spot inside Alex.

Alex squealed as unbelievable pleasure exploded from that spot and spread throughout his whole
body. The most intense orgasm he had ever experienced washed over him and left him shaking and
seeing stars. It was nothing like any he had experienced before, not just a short explosive peak of
pleasure that faded as quickly as it came but pulsing waves of warmth and mind-bending pleasure
coursing through him as Jenna's finger kept rubbing against that spot. He was vaguely aware of his
penis dumping the biggest load he had ever ejaculated into his boxers but it was just a drop in the
ocean of his full-body orgasm. The aftershocks of that incredible first peak Jenna's fingers sent
through his body drained all strength from him until he went boneless.

"Don't you dare stop," Jenna pressed through clenched teeth and grabbed his head with her free
hand. She jerked it up and down her cock, extracting her own orgasm out of Alex's limp body while
she kept pressing her finger into Alex's prostate. The pleasure flooding Alex's brain only intensified
when Jenna started fucking his face, pumping her cock in and out of his throat without any concern
for his need to breathe. It only took a few more thrusts until Jenna let out a deeply satisfied groan,
pulled Alex's head into her crotch one more time and held it there. Alex felt the churning orb in his
hand lurch fractions of a second before another kind of heat erupted in his core as Jenna unloaded a
flood of cum inside him. Drained of all strength, he could only moan around her pulsing shaft as he
became light-headed from lack of air while she pumped load after impossibly copious load of her
thick hot cum right into his stomach. The lack of air somehow made his orgasm even more mind-
numbingly amazing. He was losing the struggle to hold on to consciousness when he suddenly heard
himself reflexively suck in a fresh lungful of air as Jenna pulled him off her slowly softening shaft.
She put his head back on her chest and pulled his weakened body against her side, having apparently
pulled her finger out of him at some point while he was barely conscious.

"Oh my, looks like my baby boy had a creamy little accident," Jenna chuckled, "Good thing all of that
mess landed in your underwear. Boy, would you have been in for a spanking if you had gotten any of
that on me."

As Alex continued to lean against her, Jenna said, "That felt good, didn't it?"

"Yes," Alex confessed breathlessly, still panting as he tried to recover.

"What do you say when someone does something nice for you?" Jenna pried.

"Thank you," Alex breathed weakly. "I love you," he added.

"Aww, aren't you sweet," Jenna cooed and stroked his hair.

"See how amazing it can feel when sex isn't held back by that little thing between your legs?" she
teased. "But that was just a finger. Imagine how much more intense it would be with something else,
something bigger. Don't you want to find out?" she whispered into his ear.

He could barely imagine that something could feel even better but if it was possible, he absolutely
had to experience it. Just as he was about to nod, it dawned on him what she meant. Images flashed
in his mind as he tried to visualize it. He remembered the ecstasy written all over Sandra's face as she
rode his mother's cock. His stomach felt fluttery as he imagined himself in her place.

"Yes," he said softly.

"I'm afraid you aren't ready for that," Jenna said ruefully, "we'll have to prepare you before I can
show you."

"Wait right here. Don't move a muscle," she giggled as she carefully pulled him off her and got off the
couch. Alex laid on the couch, panting as he slowly recovered from his mind-blowing orgasm, while
she walked out of the living room. His exhausted mind and body were torn between contrasting
sensations. Though he was more deeply satisfied than he had ever felt, he already wanted to feel this
kind of pleasure again. His testicles were painfully empty while his hand rested on his swollen belly
full of his mother's hot jizz. He couldn't believe what he had agreed to. It felt so wrong but that only
made him want it more.

"There we go," Jenna said as she returned with a small object in her hand.

"We'll have to start small," she explained as she bent over him and pulled down his boxers. Alex let
out a weak gasp when he felt something press against his lubed up rear entrance. Something cold
and hard slipped into him, spreading his ring wider as Jenna slowly pushed it into him until it
suddenly became thinner again and his sphincter clenching down on it pulled it the rest of the way
inside him until its base pressed against his opening.

"But before you know it, you'll be ready for me," she promised. While Alex adjusted to how his new
accessory felt inside him, Jenna picked him up with her arms under his legs and shoulders. Alex
weakly wrapped his arms around her neck and rested his head on her collarbone as she carried him
to his room. She carefully put him down on his bed and tucked him in. "Nighty night," she said,
kissing his forehead, "My little buttslut."
HONOUR THY MOTHER CH. 08

"Dude, stop daydreaming already," Alex heard Jim over Discord while his screen showed a replay of
his character being gunned down without reacting at all.

"Get your head out of Nilsen's ass and into the game," Jim added as Alex shifted around on his chair
uncomfortably. While coach Nilsen had nothing to do with his lack of focus, Alex was not about to tell
his friend that it was the buttplug he had been wearing every day for two weeks that had distracted
him.

"You're the one who can't shut up about her. Want me to make the introductions?" Alex deflected.

"Yeah right, because I'm desperate enough to-" Jim replied sarcastically.

"Actually see a girl naked for once? Yes, you are," Alex cut him off.

"Fuck you," Jim shot back.

As Alex watched his respawn timer tick down, he heard his mother's muffled voice.

"Hold on," he said before muting his microphone and taking off his headset. He spun his chair around
to face the door, flinching as he inadvertently made the plug move inside him ever so slightly. His
eyes landed on Jenna's breasts pressed against her arm as she casually leant against the door frame,
gym bag in hand. He caught himself staring, blinked and raised his eyes to hers. He felt his face heat
up with a mix of arousal and embarrassment even before he saw the knowing smirk on her lips.

"Hey sweetie, I thought of something for us to do tomorrow. We'll probably be busy all day so you
should get plenty of sleep tonight. I don't want to drag around a grumpy little boy," she explained.

"Tomorrow? But I wanted to..." Alex stammered.

"Oh, you're going to tell me you actually have plans for the weekend?" Jenna asked incredulously.

"Well, I mean not really but I was going to go over my notes from today's lecture," Alex said.
Although what he said was true, he still felt like he was lying to her because he left out that said
notes were almost non-existent, and not just for today's lecture either. Over the past two weeks, his
notes had rapidly declined as he found himself increasingly unable to focus on the lectures.

"And then I wanted to just relax all day, actually try some games I got on sale, catch up on some
shows," Alex added meekly, annoyed because he already knew that, just like always, he wouldn't talk
his mother out of whatever she had planned.

"So, no plans then?" Jenna recapped, to which Alex replied with a non-committal grunt. "Look, you
can put off reviewing your notes by one day just this once," she assured him.

"I promise it's gonna be a lot more interesting than sitting here," she promised. After a brief moment
of silence, she added, "And we'll still have time to relax afterwards." With a suggestive smirk, she
pushed out her chest and squeezed her breasts tighter with her arm. "And I just might decide you've
earned a special reward for doing me this favour. That doesn't sound that bad, does it?" she added
casually.
"Fine," Alex finally conceded. The plug pressing into him made him acutely aware that the last time
he'd earned a special reward, it had not at all been what he had thought it would be, which made
him a bit anxious about what she had in mind, but he was more excited at the prospect as, though he
wouldn't want to admit it, the surprise was much better than the reward he had expected.

"Great!" Jenna chirped, stepped towards Alex and bent over to place a quick kiss on Alex's lips.
"Don't stay up too late," she reminded him as she turned to leave and closed the door behind her.

As Jenna left, Alex returned his attention to the game but he kept thinking about what Jenna might
have planned for him. After the surprises she had sprung on him recently, he was all but certain that
she had something sexual in mind. Even more distracted than he already had been, Alex couldn't
focus on the game at all and it showed. Over and over again, he missed opportunities or reacted too
slowly when he imagined how his mother would keep him busy all day, his ideas inspired equally by
the things she had already done with him and by the plug constantly pressing into his butt.

His constant misplays annoyed and frustrated both Jim and himself to the point that not even an
hour later, Jim quit with a simple, "Fuck this. Talk to you later."

With a heavy sigh, Alex shut down his PC and unceremoniously flopped down on his bed. Not that he
was particularly tired, but he was simply done with the day. The faint scents coming from his pillow
did nothing to help him get a grip on his thoughts. Even though he had changed the sheets, he could
still pick up the scent of sex that had pervaded his room yesterday when he had come home to
rhythmic moaning and wet slapping sounds coming from his mother's bedroom.

Sneaking up the stairs, he had found that she hadn't even bothered to close the door, giving him a
clear sideways view of Maria's naked body trapped between the wall and Jenna's own. His first
girlfriend's legs were wrapped around his mother's hips and her fingers were weakly clawing at her
back while the larger woman made her sing a new note every time she pounded her massive cock
into her to the root. When Alex had snuck off with his morbid curiosity satisfied, he found his bed
messed up and soaked with mixed juices.

Although his mother using his bed was new, her fucking his ex-girlfriends, and being increasingly
blatant about it, was only part of what made Thursdays along with Tuesdays the craziest part of his
new life. Not only would Jenna demand that he pull down his boxers and bend over to show her that
he really was wearing his plug like she had done every morning since she first put it in, knowing he
attended swimming practice on Tuesdays and Thursdays she would use it as a pretence to make sure
he got plenty of protein before his workout, ignoring his feeble half-hearted protests until he was
once again on his knees, his lips sliding up and down her veiny shaft as he milked said protein out of
her fist-sized balls.

He barely put up more than token resistance to her depraved demands, not only because he found
being used, degraded and made to submit to her irresistibly hot, nor because he grew to appreciate
the physical sensations, her smell, her taste, her grunts, groans and throaty moans, her throbbing
cock stretching his throat, a little more every time she made him do it. Most of all, it was because of
the strange satisfaction he felt from seeing just how much pleasure he gave her, especially the
telltale signs of her impending orgasm.

Seeing her bite her juicy lip, her knuckles go white as she gripped her armrests tightly, the way she
slightly thrust out her chest while her cock throbbed in his mouth just before she stiffened and he
pulled off her cock as her self-control cracked for just a moment and a flood of her thick potent seed
burst forth from her tip, its heavy scent filling Alex's nose with every panting breath he took as he
watched her dump her unbelievably copious load into a milk bottle, the second-hand satisfaction he
had felt in these moments was the closest he had gotten to his own release over the course of two
weeks of non-stop stimulation and teasing. Of course, this feeling of satisfaction was short-lived,
soon after he would be uncontrollably horny again when he tasted what he had worked so hard to
get, first as part of his breakfast and then pure as Jenna wouldn't let him leave without his pre-
workout shake. Rather than leaving it until the evening though, he would down it all before he even
made it to college, not because he loved the taste so much, though that was closer to the truth than
it had been some weeks ago, but because being in public made him paranoid enough thanks to his
new accessory even without carrying around a thermos full of cum.

With every step, he could feel the plug move inside him ever so slightly. The way it constantly
stimulated his tight, sensitive opening was distracting and had required some practice to adopt an
almost normal looking new gait. Much more than the physical stimulation, the simple knowledge
that he was out in public with such a dirty secret and the constant thrill that the fear of being found
out provided were unbearably hot. It was most intense at the swim club.

The first time, he had simply wanted to quit. That morning, Jenna had specifically reminded him to
not remove the plug and just the thought of having nothing but his Speedos to hide his secret, never
mind trying to swim with his plug, made him want to just quit but imagining the disappointment on
his mother's face when he would inevitably have to tell her gave him pause. Even regardless of if, or
how, she might choose to punish him for going back on his word, quitting when she so obviously
wanted him to keep going and had already rewarded him just felt wrong. And so, even more
paranoid about any of the other guys seeing him naked while changing than he had been previously,
he had snuck off and spent another few minutes contorting in an attempt to get a good look at his
butt before eventually returning to his locker to grab his phone and snap a pic of his butt.

The tricks to control his breathing that coach Nilsen had taught him proved immensely useful as,
even having assured himself that there really was no hint of his plug to be seen, he couldn't help
feeling exposed and vulnerable, which would otherwise have left him panting with arousal before he
even made it to the pool. Although other newbies had shown up, Nilsen was still paying a lot of
attention to him and stretching under her watchful eyes certainly didn't help calm his nerves, and
neither did his suddenly atrocious form thanks to his plug making it a near impossibility to properly
use his legs when swimming. And afterwards, leaving the locker room thoroughly exhausted after his
heart had been pounding non-stop for hours, he knew exactly what he would come home to.

His mother obviously agreed with the old saying that variety was the spice of life as every time he
had come home from swimming practice, she had had another one of his ex-girlfriends over. First,
she had left her bedroom door wide open, the next time there had been a trail of clothes leading up
the stairs and then, finally, she had left his bed a soaked mess, clear evidence that the intense fucking
he heard from her bedroom hadn't started there. Of course, finding his mother fucking his ex didn't
surprise Alex at that point, in fact, it had been all he could think of while sucking her cock that
morning. What did surprise him was the outline of his mother's cock and balls in her tightly strained
yoga pants greeting him when he returned from a study group last Saturday. She had installed a chin-
up bar in the door frame leading to the living room, putting her crotch too close to Alex's eye level for
him to not freeze and stare at it while she finished her set.

Alex's eyes stayed on the obscene bulge running most of the way down the side of Jenna's thigh as
she dropped to her feet, only leaving it when Jenna's full breasts bounced free as she pulled off her
sweat-soaked sports bra. He barely saw the smirk on her lips as she bent over, looking straight at
him, and pushed her yoga pants off her luscious legs, his eyes locking back on to her massive cock the
moment it came free. For a few seconds, she simply stood there, letting Alex stare at her naked
hourglass figure as her heavy breasts rose and fell in time with her heavy breathing after what had to
have been a fairly intense workout judging by the sweat covering her flawless pale skin. Smirking at
Alex's stunned form, she wordlessly walked past him toward the bathroom, bidding him follow with a
crooked finger over her shoulder.

The thin pretence of washing each other had quickly dissolved into mutual groping and making out
and soon Alex found himself pinned against the wall, Jenna's tongue continuing to dance with his
while her soft breasts and hard cock pressed against his front. Breaking the kiss, she pushed him
down to his knees. In reality, she had slowly pushed her cock all the way into his unresisting mouth,
rested her elbows against the wall and started pounding her hips into his lips, fucking his face while
Alex feasted his eyes on his low angle view of her breasts and the passionate expression on her face
until she dumped the huge load she had worked up directly into his stomach, leaving him panting
and running a hand over his well-stuffed belly.

In the dream Alex now slipped into as he lay in bed, she instead kept pushing him lower, replacing
the hand on his shoulder with a foot to force him all the way down, his butt slipping forward on the
wet floor of the shower until he was lying on his back. Jenna then turned around and straddled his
face, lowering herself until her ass blocked most of his vision and her sack rested on his lips. With her
heavy scent flooding his nose, Alex unthinkingly opened his mouth to start licking her smooth sack
and suck on the fist-sized orbs inside it. His eagerness drew a surprised coo from Jenna.

"You're a quick learner, aren't you?" he heard her giggle.

The sound of clattering dishes woke Alex from his vivid dream. So vivid that, smacking his lips and
licking his teeth after a drawn-out yawn, he thought for a moment that her taste still lingered on his
tongue. He was still weirded out and ashamed because of these dreams he kept having but at the
same time, there was no denying that the raging erection creating a small tent in his boxers was not
just morning wood. Stretching as he walked through his open door, he followed the sounds to the
kitchen where Jenna was just getting done setting the table for breakfast. Hearing him walk in, she
turned around and brushed a streak of her loose fiery hair behind her ear.

"Good morning honey," she smiled at him. She walked toward him and pulled him in for a hug and a
quick kiss. "Sleep well?" she asked, holding him close.

"I guess," Alex said, blushing slightly from the feeling of her soft body pressing against his. Her
morning robe hanging loosely off her body left a good portion of her breasts bare and at this point,
Alex knew well enough that it wasn't her leg that he felt brushing against the inside of his thigh.

"Great, it's gonna be an exciting day," she grinned and placed another quick kiss on his lips. She
moved her hands down to give his butt a squeeze. She let go with one hand and turned around to
bring him to the table.

"What are we even doing?" Alex asked, somewhat annoyed that she still hadn't told him.

"You'll see in just a couple hours, where's the fun in telling you now?" Jenna dismissed his question
as she slid into her chair and grabbed a slice of toast.

Alex gave a frustrated grunt and sat down opposite her, slowly and carefully so as to not put his
weight on his plug. It was a bit strange that Jenna insisted he drink some herbal tea rather than
coffee but Alex didn't see a point in wasting energy protesting something so minor. As they ate
breakfast, Alex asked a couple more times where they would go or what they would do but Jenna
stayed adamant. Swallowing his last mouthful of scrambled eggs, Alex got up and announced, "Guess
I'll go get ready."

"Aren't you forgetting something?", Jenna asked casually as Alex walked past her.

Alex stopped and sighed. "I'm wearing it," he promised quietly.

"Never heard of 'Show, don't tell'? Just what do they teach in film school?" Jenna teased.

Robotically, Alex pushed down his boxers and bent over, presenting his bare butt to Jenna. The blood
rushing to his head while he waited for his mother to finish her daily inspection had little to do with
his posture. He heard her chair creak softly and shortly after, he felt her hands on his cheeks. His
heart began beating faster. This wasn't normal. "Mom?" he asked hesitantly when he felt her pull his
cheeks apart. "What are you doing?" he asked, audibly disconcerted, as he felt one of her hands grip
the base of his plug. When Jenna started pulling on it, Alex panicked. He involuntarily clamped down
on it and tried to straighten up but Jenna quickly shifted her other hand to the small of his back and
held him in place, pushing him lower as she put her weight on him to hold him in place with more
and more force. Alex had a horrible idea as to what she was planning as she forcefully pulled the plug
out of his clenched hole.

"I think it's time," Jenna announced when she finally pulled the plug free, her calm voice in stark
contrast to the panic gripping Alex's mind.

"No, wait," Alex burst out, interrupting her. "Don't. Please, stop," he pleaded frantically, feeling tears
welling up in his eyes. Suddenly, Jenna removed her hand from his back and instead pulled him up
and against her into a hug.

"Shhh, it's okay," she hushed him, holding him close in spite of attempts to break out of her embrace.
"I didn't mean to scare you," she said calmly, continuing to hush and hold him until Alex began to
calm down.

"I thought you were going to," he began, his voice still choked up.

"Oh my poor baby," Jenna empathised and squeezed him tighter. "I would never do that to you, you
hear me?" she assured him.

"Yes," Alex sighed and relaxed into her embrace a bit.

Jenna rested her chin on Alex's shoulder. "We'll wait until you're ready," she promised softly into his
ear. "And begging for it," she added in a whisper that sent a shiver down Alex's spine. "As I was
saying," she began as she let go of him with one hand, letting the other slide from his belly over his
back and toward his hip as she walked around him to face him.

"I think it's time for an upgrade," she said, holding his plug up with a playful smile on her face.
"Because I don't want to wait forever," she concluded with a contagious spark of lust in her eyes.
Alex's eyes followed the metal object held between two of her fingers as she brought it down
between them to hold it right against his still-erect penis. He blushed when he saw that the object
that had been inside him all this time was almost as long as his penis, and at its widest point was
actually even a bit thicker. His blush deepened when he saw his penis twitch at the realization.

"I did say we'd start small," Jenna said with a chuckle. "Aww don't be embarrassed, size only matters
if you're going to fuck anyone with it," she added cheerfully. She removed her hand from his hip and
reached into the pocket on her morning robe. The first thing that struck Alex about the object she
pulled out was its bright pink colour. It was another plug and, as Alex realized when Jenna brought
his old plug up to it, its colour was definitely not the only difference. His eyes went wide as they
darted back and forth between the two toys.

The pink one looked to be half again as thick as his old one, and longer too. Jenna unceremoniously
discarded the smaller toy and pulled her robe aside so she could make a show of holding the new
plug against her cock. Though Alex was at this point quite familiar with the monstrous size of his
mother's cock, it was still striking to see that even soft as it was, it was still thicker than the plug, to
say nothing about the difference in length. Jenna let her robe fall back into place and reached into
her other pocket to retrieve a sachet of clear liquid. "I left more in the bathroom, under the sink.
You'll probably need it for the next couple days," Jenna explained calmly while she tore open the
sachet and poured its contents on the plug. With that done, she looked at Alex meaningfully and
twirled a finger in the air.

Alex slowly turned around and, pushed along by the hand Jenna returned to the small of his back,
bent over and presented his butt to her. He didn't have long to think about how quickly he had
gotten used to the now absent sensation of something spreading his sphincter before he felt
something press into it. Though obviously made of another material, the toy itself didn't feel much
different aside from its temperature but the lube certainly made it feel different. That, and the
difference in size which was far more noticeable now that his mother was slowly pushing it into him,
stretching his sensitive ring wider and wider. The way she slowly twisted it back and forth as she
pushed it inside him made him shudder. He couldn't believe how good it felt to have his entrance
forced open wider and wider, even though the way it stretched him out eventually became painful.
He was grunting with exertion, pain and pleasure when the thickest part slipped inside him and the
toy slid home the rest of the way much easier. Alex panted as he recovered from the experience and
adjusted to the larger insertion. "There we go. Now go get yourself ready, I want to head out in half
an hour," Jenna said, sending him off with a quick slap across his cheek.

Jenna was waiting in her car by the time Alex had gotten dressed. "Mom, did you draw on me?" he
asked as he got in the car. While getting dressed, he had spotted a heart, somewhat misshapen with
a very rounded tip and flat arches, drawn on his belly, just a bit below his ribs. He'd tried to wash it
off but to no effect.

"Maybe," Jenna said coyly, tapping away at the centre console.

"Why?" Alex asked, which Jenna brushed off with a shrug. "How am I supposed to get it off?" he
asked, irritated.

"Look, I'll help you wash it off when we're back home," Jenna promised.

"Why not now?" Alex pressed.

"You'll see," Jenna smirked as she started the engine.

Alex groaned with frustration. "Will you at least tell me where we're going?" He asked.

"The mall," Jenna replied.

"What? But the nav says over two hours," Alex said, confused. It should've been maybe an hour's
drive even in the worst of traffic.

"Yeah, going to the same places and seeing the same faces gets boring, I thought we'd go somewhere
new. They actually have some shops there I want to check out," Jenna laid out as she pulled out of
the driveway.
Alex sighed when it dawned on him that Jenna had simply wanted to take him shopping. The drive
was uneventful and quiet, only interrupted by the occasional groan that slipped out of Alex's lips
every so often when he shifted his weight around trying to sit relatively comfortably with the new
plug. Whenever it happened, he noticed a halfheartedly suppressed smirk on Jenna's face.

Though he was still frustrated by her secrecy by the time they arrived at the mall, the view as his
mother walked around the car towards him blew him away. Her outfit was nothing special, a simple
grey tailored felt coat over the wide pants she had bought during their last shopping trip and a white
turtleneck peeking out behind her collar, with her purse dangling from her shoulder. Still, with her
wavy naturally red hair falling over her shoulders as she walked towards and her black suede heeled
boots clicking on the asphalt of the parking lot, Alex couldn't help but notice how beautiful she was
with her curves still quite distinct in spite of her unassuming outfit.

"Come on then," Jenna said cheerfully as she wrapped an arm around him, pulled him against herself
with her hand on his hips and headed to the entrance. She pulled him along into the nearest
boutique and started checking out various clothes with Alex loosely following her, though only a few
caught her eye enough for her to bother to pull them off the racks or shelves to have a closer look
and hold them against herself, and all of those were put back shortly after. That was until she got to
the jeans shelf where she pulled out one after the other. Alex was surprised, not just because of the
sudden increase in her interest but also because he had never seen her wear slim, almost skin-tight
jeans like she was pulling off the shelves now, and although he barely knew his own size they seemed
a bit small for her. That was cleared up when she held one against him. "Uh, isn't this the women's
section?" Alex asked hesitantly.

"Is there a men's section?" Jenna asked, eyeing up the pair of Jeans she was holding against Alex's
hips before throwing it over her other arm together with a few others. "Anyway, I just have to see
you in these," she added, grabbing another pair.

"But Mom, I don't," Alex protested but Jenna quickly brought a finger to his lips to silence him and
leant in close to him.

"Look, honey, there probably isn't anyone here who knows us but we may get some strange looks if
you keep calling me that. Got it?" she whispered, both her voice and eyes conveying a sense of
urgency. Seeing Alex respond with a slow nod, she smiled and shuffled him off to the changing
booths.

Alex stood in the booth, staring at the pile of jeans Jenna had shoved in there along with him as the
thought that she wanted him to wear women's clothes sank in.

"Come on, plenty of guys your age wear skinny jeans, is this really so different. Trust me, they'll look
great on you," Jenna said through the curtain. Alex still hesitated. "It's just a label, they won't sand
your skin off. Just pick one and give it a try, if you really don't like it we'll drop it there," she
suggested.

"Fine," Alex said with a sigh. He looked through the pile and was relieved to see that there really
wasn't anything that gave them away as feminine apparel at first glance. He picked one out and
dropped it on top of the others before he slowly dropped his pants and stepped out of them, very
aware of his every movement thanks to his new accessory. Having shied away from tight pants just as
much as his mother, if for the opposite reason, the way the new jeans hug his legs as he pulled them
up felt strange but not directly uncomfortable. It was a bit weirder as he got them up to his butt with
a bit of effort and buttoned them. He felt and, looking at himself closely in the booth's mirror, saw
that the pants were almost slack around his hips, obviously designed with wider hips in mind, but
really hugged his butt. He didn't know if he should be relieved or embarrassed that there hardly was
a visible bulge in front.

"Are you done?" Jenna asked as Alex was turning this way and that in front of the mirror to get a
better look at himself.

"I think so," Alex replied, absentmindedly wondering why there even were pockets on these things
when he couldn't even get his fingers into them.

"Oh my god!" he heard Jenna exclaim. Looking over his shoulder, he saw Jenna had pulled aside the
curtain enough to poke her face in. The next moment she had slipped into the now quite cramped
booth with him. "They're perfect," she said enthusiastically. Though the thought that the jeans he
was wearing were designed for women made him uncomfortable, he couldn't help being flattered by
the way Jenna fawned over him and aroused by the way she looked at him, especially his butt, and
how her hands gripped his hips to turn him this way and that. By the time Jenna slipped back out of
the booth all but imploring him to try on another pair, Alex was surprisingly willing to go along. He
put on another one, then another and eventually worked through the whole pile with Jenna slipping
into the booth to gush about how good they looked on him while ogling his butt and running her
hands over his legs and hips. At the end of it all, Alex was feeling more attractive than ever before
and Jenna bought them all.

Walking out of the store leaning into his mother's side, it felt strange and a bit unreal to Alex that the
bag full of ostensibly women's clothes contained probably his new favourite jeans. Without giving
him much time to think about that, Jenna dragged him along to the next store, a lingerie boutique.
She picked out a bunch of bras, some more practical and others definitely intended only for the
bedroom. Every time she picked one up, Alex immediately pictured how her big soft breasts would
look in it and with some of the more risque ones, the mental image made him swallow involuntarily.
A tiny voice in the back of his mind was still shocked that he was positively salivating over his mother
but after the events of the past weeks, this was hardly even noteworthy anymore. She also picked up
a bunch of hosiery but no panties, even though there were plenty that caught her eye. She kept
mentioning to Alex how cute she thought some of them were and wondering aloud how they would
fit him, ignoring his quiet protests and pleas to at least lower her voice as Alex noticed several other
shoppers looking at them. Alex breathed a sigh of relief when she eventually shrugged and moved on
to checkout.

With Alex now carrying both bags, she dragged him into the next clothes store and directly to the
changing booths where she took the bag of lingerie off him and told him to wait while she slipped
into a booth. Alex stood around awkwardly playing around with his phone for a few minutes until
Jenna said, "Alex, honey, could you come in here? I need your opinion on something." Knowing what
Jenna had taken into the booth, Alex didn't need to be told twice. After a quick look around, he
carefully pulled the curtain aside just enough that he could slip through. Poking his head in first, his
jaw dropped to the floor immediately at the sight of Jenna checking herself in a mirror and adjusting
her hair while wearing only a blood-red lace half cup bra with matching garter and stockings. The
sideways view of her luscious breasts was mouthwatering, especially supported and framed as they
were, but the stockings cutting lightly into her soft thighs were no less striking, nor was her cock
hanging down in front of her. Spotting him out of the corner of her eye, she grinned and turned to
face him.

"Worth every cent," she said, looking at his stunned face. He only managed to recover his senses
after she pushed him back out. When she came back fully dressed, she pushed the bag of lingerie
into Alex's hand wrapped her arm back around him and walked out of the store with a quick detour
to buy an overpriced pair of sunglasses as if by means of apology. On the way out, she mentioned
feeling a bit peckish.

"I still don't get it," Alex admitted as they sat in the food court.

"Hm?" Jenna responded, raising an eyebrow to communicate her curiosity as she chewed on a
mouthful of burger.

After washing his hotdog down with a sip of milkshake, Alex continued, "Did you really have to drag
me all the way out here to go clothes shopping? Again?"

"Oh no," Jenna shook her head, putting her burger down, "No, we're just killing time before your
appointment."

"My appointment?" Alex repeated confused.

"Was this really necessary?" Alex complained as they came out of the salon.

"What, you're going to tell me you didn't need a haircut?" Jenna asked mockingly.

"Well maybe," Alex conceded, trying to adjust his hair so it wouldn't block his peripheral vision, "I
look like the bastard child of an emo and some tween pop star. Also, blond? This really isn't me," he
grumbled.

"Calm down honey," Jenna said, turning around to face him and take his hands in hers. "I know it's
different from what you're used to but that stylist really knew what he was doing," she offered but
Alex obviously wasn't convinced. "Let me guess, you were too busy bristling at a little bit of change to
notice how those girls looked at you, hm? This really brings out your pretty side. You're so cute, I
could just eat you up," she grinned.

"Awesome, I'm pretty and cute. Just what a guy wants to hear," Alex said sarcastically. "Especially
with fucking makeup on his face," he added.

Jenna gave his hands an affectionate squeeze. "It's just a bit of foundation, that's really not as
uncommon as you think. Besides if you ever end up in front of the camera rather than behind it,
you'll have to put up with it anyway," she tried to placate him. Alex looked away and made a
noncommittal grunt, unwilling to admit that there was some truth to what she said. "Now, if you
were wearing lipstick and eyeliner, that would be girly. Might not look that bad on you though," she
added with a wink.

Alex let out a heavy sigh. "Can we go home now? I want to get this stuff out of my face and all this
walking is getting, um, uncomfortable," he said, sounding quite exhausted. He hoped beyond hope
that Jenna wouldn't guess that it wasn't his feet that were getting a bit sore. "And all that sitting
didn't help matters," he muttered.

"Now? But we're just getting to what we came here for," Jenna said, pointing a thumb over her
shoulder. Alex looked behind her at a shop with most of its glass front taken up by photos of intricate
tattoos, some small but detailed judging by the size of the earlobes or navels also caught in the shot
while others covered a whole arm. "InKredible" was spelt out in ornate script above its door.

"You're getting a tattoo?" Alex asked, baffled. Even after what he learned about his mother in the
past weeks, he never would've taken her for the type. "Why did you want me here for that?" he
asked with a furrowed brow, "Want me to help pick one?"
"Nope," Jenna replied and smirked at him meaningfully. It took a moment for the penny to drop.

"What? No way," Alex said defensively when it eventually clicked. "Why would I?" he asked, puzzled.

Jenna suddenly grabbed his butt with both hands and pulled him in tight. "Because I want you," she
said, pausing just long enough for Alex's heart to flutter at the sheer desire and possessiveness he
saw as he looked up into her eyes, "To do this for me. Reason enough?"

"Yes," Alex breathed, still overwhelmed by her closeness.

"Good boy," she purred, placing a quick peck on his lips. "You know, you can do wonderful things
with your mouth but leave the talking to me for now, hm?" she instructed before she let go of his
butt to instead grab his hand and turned to go. Alex was still a bit dazed as he stumbled after her into
the tattoo shop.

"Hi, I'm Karen," Jenna said as she walked in, affecting an aggressively cheerful voice. "I called a couple
of days ago, remember?" she continued, dragging Alex in after her. He wrinkled his nose at the scent
of disinfectant.

"Ah yes, the birthday present," the bleached blonde woman sitting by a desk in the corner replied far
less enthusiastically as she turned her chair to face them. She wore her passion for her craft on her
sleeves, among other places, with the swirl of patterns and colours covering most of her arms and
shoulders proudly displayed by her halter top, as were her toned midriff and big, rather obviously
fake, tits.

"That's right. And here he is," Jenna confirmed, pulling Alex forward and hugging him from behind.
"My little Max," she added, kissing Alex's hair, "Who thought of the best present a mother could get."

"Right," the woman said, mustering them. "Sorry but I have to ask this. Do you really want to do this,
Max? It's a really cute gesture and all but are you sure you won't regret this?" she pressed him.

Alex was still somewhat overwhelmed by the whole situation. He had agreed to get a tattoo in the
heat of the moment but now he was getting cold feet. He had never even thought about getting one
and he didn't even know what it would look like, though that heart his mother had drawn on him
probably had something to do with it. With the way she had looked at him, it was clear that she
would be extremely disappointed if he backed out now and that somehow just didn't feel right, even
if there hadn't been the inevitable punishment to worry about. An awkward silence filled the store
for a moment as Alex stood there trying to make up his mind. Then he felt Jenna squeeze him a bit
tighter, pressing her chest into his neck. Slowly, he nodded.

The tattooist cast a questioning look at Alex, then Jenna and back to Alex. Eventually, she decided
that talking people out of bad ideas wasn't going to pay her bills and shrugged. "At least he didn't
come in here with this week's lay, swear to god if I have to put up with that one more time," she
muttered to herself. "I'll need that in black and white," she said, holding up a form.

"Oh silly me, I forgot to mention," Jenna interjected. "He's not quite eighteen yet," she lied, letting go
of Alex and walking over to the desk. "Of course he has my consent," she giggled, "I'll just sign for
him."

"Of course," the inked bombshell replied in a subtly sarcastic tone, "You said you've decided on the
design already?"

"Well mostly, we've decided the spot and the outline but we're not quite sure on the ribbon and
colours yet," Jenna said as she fished a pen out of her purse and filled out the form.
"Got a sketch?" the tattoo artist asked, holding out a hand.

"Well yes but it's already on him," Jenna giggled.

The tattoo artist sighed and pointed to another corner of the shop Alex couldn't quite see into from
where he stood in the entrance, the view blocked by flash racks full of designs and photos of finished
tattoos. "Have a seat and take off your shirt or wherever it is Max, I'll be right with you," she said
while she looked over the filled out form and pulled some tracing paper and a marker. Walking to the
corner she had indicated, Alex saw what had to be the actual workspace.

"Great, more sitting," he muttered as he sat in the large leather chair with adjustable headrest,
armrests and leg rests. Now fairly certain that the heart shape on his upper belly was the tattoo he'd
be getting, he took off his shirt, actually a bit relieved that at least it wouldn't be something
perverted or humiliating.

"Why do people keep doing this?" the tattoo artist wondered as she came over to Alex with the
marker and tracing paper in hand. "Irina by the way, seeing how we're about to get up close and
personal," she mentioned casually as she leant over him and traced the heart on his chest with a
sure, steady hand. "Oh nice, I won't even need to shave you," she perked up when she noticed his
hairless skin, "Some guys get really weird about that," she added. "Alright, time to fill in the details.
Might want to come along, it's your skin," she said as she turned around and walked back over to the
desk.

Seeing her skin-tight jeans strain against her ass, Alex actually felt a bit of envy well up at how much
better she filled out her jeans compared to how his but looked in his new ones. Shaking that thought,
Alex got up, still topless, and joined the two women at the desk where Jenna immediately pulled him
into a hug again. As Irina made some small adjustments to the outline, suggested various shades of
red and added a ribbon over the heart with "Mom" written on it and turned the sketch into a finished
stencil, it was really Jenna who made the decisions with Alex's input limited to nodding along.

"Trust me, I know this is going to sting," Irina said as Alex sat back in the chair while she got gloves,
some tissues, rubbing alcohol and soap from her workstation, pointing at her shoulder to underline
her statement, "but just keep breathing, it'll be okay. Slow, steady breaths. Not too deep, not too
quick." She put a hand on the spot Jenna had marked. "Give it a dry run," she instructed and Alex
complied, taking a few controlled, not too deep breaths. "Good," Irina commended. She removed the
marker from his skin with rubbing alcohol, cleaned and prepared his skin and applied the stencil.
"Take a few to steady your nerves while this dries, I'm sure mommy would be happy to hold your
hand," she said as she turned around to unpack needles and inks.

"Absolutely," Jenna chimed in and pulled up a small stool to Alex's side to take Alex's hand.

A few minutes later, Irina confirmed that the stencil had dried and applied a coat of vaseline over it.
"Last chance to back out," she reminded him as she grabbed her needle.

"I'm ready," Alex said, though his voice betrayed his nervousness.

Jenna leant over Alex, cupped his cheek with her other hand and kissed his forehead. "Thank you,
sweetie," she said lovingly.

"Speaking of," Irina threw in, "No talking while I'm working. It's really distracting and distraction and
needles don't mix." With the buzzing needle an inch from Alex's skin, she shot one more look at Alex,
who nodded his consent before his eyes returned to his mother's and he returned the smile on her
lips.
After just a moment, his smile turned into a scrunched up, pained expression when the needle
entered his skin. He felt Jenna soothingly stroke his hair and opened his eyes again. Though the
stinging pain drove tears to his eyes, just seeing the way his mother's face beamed with happiness
and even pride almost made up for it. Alex squeezed Jenna's hand tightly and lost himself in her eyes
as the sharp stinging pain slowly turned into a dull roar. The buzzing needle drowned out Alex's
barely controlled breathing and for a while, it was the only sound filling the studio until Irina began
humming to herself while she worked. Every so often, Jenna would carefully dab at the corner of
Alex's eye with a tissue to catch a tear before it could damage his makeup.

"Outline's done," Irina said as she sat up and turned around to prepare for filling in the colour.
Looking down at his belly, Alex could hardly believe that the black outline on his reddened skin was
real. A small pained whine slipped past his lips as he seized the opportunity for a deep breath. "We
can take a break here," Irina commented, "but you've been doing really well, especially for a first-
timer, and it's still going to hurt anyway. Honestly, it's probably better to see it through." She turned
back around with her needle in hand. "Your choice, though. Need a breather?" she asked.

"I'm fine, keep going," Alex said, the fact that he was struggling to handle the pain and didn't want to
prolong it evident in his shaky voice. His determination earned him another kiss on his forehead from
Jenna.

Without another word, Irina got back to work and Alex drowned himself in his mother's loving eyes
to try and distract himself from the pain. Though his skin was quite sore and sensitive by now, the
pain in his chest wasn't getting any worse. However, his new plug pressing into him as he sat on it
was beginning to go from being uncomfortable to painful. His breathing was becoming ragged and he
couldn't suppress the occasional whimper. He found some solace in the way Jenna beamed down at
him as she stroked his hair. He couldn't remember the last time he had seen her so proud of him.

Then the buzzing stopped. "There we go," Irina said as she put the needle away. While she cut off a
large strip from a roll of bandage, Alex looked at the bright red heart that now decorated his skin, in
the same spot and rounded shape as he had seen that morning. He winced when Irina cleaned the
sore area once again. "Gotta say, Max, you're a joy to work on. You just try to relax for now, I'll sort
out the rest with your mom," Irina said as she peeled the backing off the bandage and applied it to
his tattoo, leaving his reddened upper belly covered by shiny transparent plastic.

The experience had taken a lot out of Alex. Exhausted, he leant against Jenna's side to support his
shaky legs as they walked out of the tattoo studio. A few steps after they exited, she stepped in front
of him and turned to face him, holding him by his hips. "I'm so proud of you," she beamed at him,
happiness and excitement on her face clear as day. "You won't regret this," she promised. "I'll see to
that," she added with a glint in her eye before she pulled him against her side again and walked
toward the exit, her arm around his hip hugging him tight enough that she was almost carrying him.
The procedure seemed to have given her as much energy as it had sapped from Alex. On their way
out, something caught her eye. "Oh, that gives me an idea," she said excitedly.

"Hm?" Alex grunted tiredly while Jenna pulled her new sunglasses from her purse and put them on.
"Mom, I want to go home," he complained weakly as she turned and pulled him along. Some
mannequins in shiny seeming plastic clothes and outrageous lingerie were on display in the
storefront of the shop she was headed toward and the view inside was blocked. Alex's eyes darted
around the shop once they entered and saw fleshlights, dildos, collars, whips, chains and other things
that Alex didn't recognize but had to assume by context were somehow related to sex. Besides
themselves and the clerk, he only saw another couple at the counter. He stared at some of the more
confusing objects while Jenna took him directly to a shelf full of dildos of various shapes, colours and
sizes.

Suddenly, Jenna chuckled and stopped. "You know what these are?" she asked, pointing at the shelf
beside her. On it, Alex saw a small weirdly shaped cage with a hoop at its base and a lock attached to
it. A similarly shaped hollow piece of clear plastic sat beside it.

"Chastity cage," he read off the boxes behind them.

"They're for naughty boys who can't keep their hands off their naughty bits," Jenna explained with a
smirk. Alex's makeup hid his blush as he realized the purpose of the strange shape. "But we won't
need one of those, will we?" Jenna asked teasingly, to which Alex hastily shook his head. "Good boy,"
Jenna said proudly. "Would've been a bitch to find one that's small enough for you," she added
casually.

Alex stared wide-eyed at the wide variety of phallic shapes on the shelf in front of him but Jenna was
unimpressed and let go of him to look over the adjacent shelves.

"Can I help you find something?" a feminine voice startled Alex.

"Yes, actually," Jenna replied as Alex turned around and saw the clerk looking at him, smiling politely.
"We experimented with some back door play recently," Jenna intimidated. With an audible smack,
she took firm hold of Alex's butt for emphasis. "And he absolutely loved it," she grinned. Alex had his
eyes lowered, wishing he could sink into the floor to escape this embarrassment. Though his makeup
mostly concealed the blush on his face, his bright red ears could be glimpsed behind his hair. "He just
couldn't get enough, hasn't left the house without a plug ever since, and he's already wearing the
biggest one I have," Jenna explained casually while Alex stood there staring at the floor. He had his
hands folded in front of his crotch in what he hoped wasn't a particularly conspicuous attempt to
hide the erection he had gotten while being humiliated like this. "So now I'm looking for some new
'underwear' for him, and a nice big toy so we can find out just how insatiable he is," she concluded.

Obviously intrigued, the clerk looked at Alex with hungry eyes. "You mean you have him plugged
right now?" she asked hesitantly.

"Mhm," Jenna confirmed, the two women treating him as little more than a conversation piece.

The clerk cast a quick look around the shop. "Shit, I shouldn't," she muttered. "Look, I know this is
horribly unprofessional but," she began, rubbing her hands nervously. "Can I see it? I live for slutty
little femboys like him," she burst out. Shocked, Alex's head snapped back up to look at her.

"Sure," Jenna agreed. She turned her head to look at Alex. Even with her sunglasses obscuring a large
part of her face, Alex could see she was quite amused by the idea. "Come on," she began.

"Mom?!" Alex burst out loudly, interrupting her. Jenna froze. A moment later, so did Alex when he
realized his mistake. After a moment that felt like an eternity, Alex heard the clerk laughing.

"Oh man, this mommy and daddy shit is getting so common that I'm starting to wonder if it's me
who's weird for making my bitches call me Mistress," she said.

All too happy to play along, Jenna chuckled and shrugged at the clerk before returning her attention
to Alex.

"Show the nice lady," she said with an intimidating angry note in her voice as she gripped him by the
hips and forcefully turned him around. Not wanting to anger her further, Alex didn't resist. With his
back turned towards the clerk, he fumbled with his zipper and button, trying to wrap his mind around
what was about to happen. Having run out of what little patience she had for him at that moment,
Jenna simply grabbed his pants and yanked them down along with his boxers. Alex barely had time to
let out a surprised yelp before Jenna forcefully pushed his upper body down until he was bent over
as low as his remarkable flexibility allowed, reflexively bringing his hands to the floor to try and
recover his balance while Jenna pushed his feet apart with her boot so his crotch was just as exposed
as his plugged rear.

"Nice," the clerk said appreciatively. "Small wonder he's a catcher," she snickered.

"Oh, but you haven't even seen it yet," Jenna replied as she brought one hand to the base of his plug.
The blood rushing to Alex's face had nothing to do with his bent-over posture. Being exposed in front
of a complete stranger was humiliating enough to bring tears to his eyes. The way his pounding heart
made the sore skin on his upper belly throb painfully didn't help. Worst of all it turned him on so
much that his erection was twitching, which was of course also plain to see behind his small testicles.
"Please," was all he managed to utter before his voice caught in his throat when Jenna Jenna gripped
the plug and pulled. Alex clamped down on it but Jenna just kept pulling, dragging his skin outwards
as she overpowered his resistance. When his hole began to give, the mix of exertion, pain and
pleasure he felt as the warm plastic slipped out of him wrung a strained grunt from his throat.

The clerk wolf-whistled once Jenna had pulled all but the tip of the pink plastic toy out of Alex.
"That's not exactly small already," she commented.

"And he wants something even bigger," Jenna replied and pushed the plug back into Alex in one swift
motion that made him moan while a clear bead appeared at the tip of his twitching penis. The clerk
acknowledged the high pitch of his voice with a derisive snort. "Much bigger," Jenna added.

After a brief pause as Alex quivered on the brink of orgasm, the bead of liquid at the tip of his penis
was flung loose when Jenna delivered a swift resounding slap to each of his cheeks. "Never interrupt
me like that again," she said menacingly. Looking between his legs, Alex could see the clerk chew her
lip, obviously aroused by the impromptu show.

"Yeah, I know just the thing for you," she claimed. "We should still have one in the back, I'll go check
and wait for you at the counter," she said as she turned to leave.

Overwhelmed and trying to fight back tears after what had just happened, Alex jerked and let out a
small whimper when he felt Jenna's touch again but didn't resist as she carefully fixed his clothes and
pulled him into a hug, resting her chin on his head and humming while he sobbed into her sweater.

"I didn't want to hurt you but I had to because you did something really silly," She explained slowly. "I
did it because I love you, understand?" She added.

Somehow, just hearing her say those three words helped Alex calm down. "I love you too," he
answered weakly, keeping his face buried in her bosom.

Jenna placed a finger under his chin and slowly lifted Alex's head up to face her so she could kiss his
lips gently and lovingly. Alex melted into the kiss and when she eventually broke it, the pain from
earlier was all but forgotten. "Now let's buy you some new toys," she beamed down at him. With
Alex clinging tightly to her, Jenna quickly picked out two more plugs that she estimated to be about
the right size and took them to the counter. Approaching the counter, Alex could see how excited the
clerk was to present what she had picked out for them, presumably the large box standing on the
counter. In stark contrast to most of the packages he had seen on the shelves, it wasn't covered in
garish colours, pictures or bold writing to attract attention, nor did it have any cut-outs to show off its
content. Instead, it was a simple matte black cardboard box whose only remarkable features were its
size and the silver imprint near the bottom spelling out "YOUR GODDESS" in angular, serifed letters.

"Here she is," the clerk announced, patting the box with a confident smile on her face.

"The size queen's wet dream," she recited as she pulled the box toward her. "Well, aside from the
real thing but good luck with that," she added as she opened the top and pulled out some packaging.
She reached inside and when her hand came back into view, she was holding the tip of easily the
most massive dildo Alex had ever seen, in person or in porn. "Gotta admit, I haven't used it myself
but I hear great things from some of our regulars," she continued while she slowly pulled a huge off-
white shaft, thicker than her wrist and covered in fake veins, out of the box. Alex stared, slack-jawed,
as more and more fake cockmeat poured from the box. "You could go bigger if you're fine with
double-sided ones or more adventurous shapes but, well, even those aren't necessarily bigger and
this one comes highly recommended. I suppose it's ultimately the fantasy that sells it," she
concluded, pulling the bottom end of the larger than life toy out of the box just when Alex was
starting to wonder if it would end at all. She grabbed the lower end with her other hand and stood
the silicone shaft on the counter.

"What the fuck," Alex mouthed silently, staring in disbelief at the artificial phallus in front of him,
unnaturally huge but oddly familiar. Rounding out her demonstration, the clerk put her forearm and
fist next to it, not quite matching its length.

"I think he likes it," she said with a cocksure smirk.

"Oh he loves it," Jenna responded, grinning from ear to ear.

"Look, I don't know about your budget but this has to happen," the clerk said, eyeing Alex up
lustfully. "For a cute little thing like him I might be able to look the other way on the price," she
offered, pointing at the hefty price tag on the open top of the box.

"Don't even think about it," Jenna responded. She dropped the pair of plugs on the counter and
taking out her wallet. "You get what you pay for," she said as Alex watched her count out a shocking
amount. "And he'll get it all," she promised, handing over the bills with a smirk.

Soon after, Jenna walked out of the mall with three large bags hanging off one arm and Alex,
completely exhausted after a much more eventful day than he had expected, off the other. Alex fell
asleep just a few minutes into the drive home holding the bag with his new toys Jenna had dropped
into his lap. She woke him up once they arrived and he was still half asleep by the time she had
walked him into the house, dropped off the bags and taken him to the bathroom to help him clean
the battered makeup off his face. He only really came to once Jenna led him upstairs by the hand and
once he was in his mother's bedroom and she began stripping right in front of him, he was fully
awake.

Once she was fully naked, she laid down on her bed. "Nobody's slept in my bed with clothes on in
years," she said seductively and looked at him meaningfully. Alex immediately got out of his clothes
and crawled on the bed after her. Smiling knowingly at his eagerness, Jenna reached out to pull him
towards her. Alex shuddered in anticipation, though he wasn't certain of what, but then Jenna
brought up her other arm and turned him around before she pulled him against herself, snuggling
against his back. Alex's heart pounded as he felt her naked skin on his. "Sweet dreams," Jenna
whispered into his ear before she kissed his neck and pulled the covers over them. Alex was
disappointed as the realization that nothing was going to happen set in but alongside it, his
exhaustion returned and he quickly fell asleep in Jenna's soft embrace, surrounded by her warmth
and scent.

Alex slowly woke up to the sound of birds chirping. The first thing he noticed was a strange pressure
between his thighs, then a dull pain in his chest and something soft pressing into his back as he
slowly came to his senses. Blinking open his eyes, he was confused for a moment when he saw his
mother's bedroom instead of his. Pulling the covers away, he looked down at his chest and the
memories from the previous day came back when he saw the shiny clear plastic covering a bright red
heart on his upper belly. His eyes drifted lower to his mother's arm draped around him and went
wide when he looked at his crotch. For a moment, he thought his penis had miraculously grown
overnight before he realized that the huge cock sticking out in front of him was his mother's. The
direct comparison afforded by his perspective was ludicrous, just the part of her erection that wasn't
stuck between his thighs completely dwarfing his morning wood.

Taken off guard by Jenna's cock being so close to his butt, Alex hastily disentangled from her sleeping
embrace. He flinched at the way his careless burst of movement made his plug move inside him and
turned around to kneel on the bed besides Jenna, looking at her. Although he hadn't paid any
attention to not waking her up, she looked to be still fast asleep as she rolled over on her back.

Taking in her sleeping form in the morning sun, Alex felt as if he had trespassed into a goddess's
sanctuary and caught her bathing. There was something fascinating about seeing her so vulnerable.
From the peaceful expression on her sleeping face, his gaze slowly wandered lower. Spread over the
pillow and half her face, her hair seemed to glow as it caught the morning sun. Forced to make some
small concessions to gravity, her firm heavy mounds rose and fell in time with her slow breathing. His
eyes roamed over her smooth belly down to her motherly hips where they were inevitably drawn to
the huge cock rising from her crotch like a towering monument to itself. Beyond it, he saw a full-
length mirror on the wall that reflected a kneeling tattooed boy with awe written across his face
framed by blonde hair as he stared at a cock that, thanks to perspective, seemed almost bigger than
him. It took him a moment to recognize his own reflection after yesterday's make-over. He focused
on the reflection of his new tattoo. The first comparison that sprang forth from some dark corner of
his mind was a mark of ownership branded onto a slave. A shiver ran down his spine as the
shamefully arousing thought sank in.

His eyes snapped back to the object his reflection was supposedly enslaved to, his mother's colossal
cock. Without meaning to, he leant closer as he stared at it, taking in every vein running along its
shaft up to her juicy-looking glans and it suddenly dawned on him why that dildo had seemed
familiar yesterday. The colour was off, especially the glans, the veins were less pronounced and some
of the smaller ones missing completely plus of course it didn't have the enormous pair of balls
currently resting between his mother's soft thighs but it was undoubtedly an imitation of the
monstrous cock right in front of him. He snorted sardonically, remembering how he had mistaken her
cock for a dildo in the first photos he had seen of it. But why was there a seemingly mass-produced
replica of it?

His thoughts returned to more immediate concerns as his face came close enough to pick up her
musky scent. Somehow, just her scent turned him on. It was as if he could smell her virility, her
power. Her superiority. With her cock becoming more and more imposing the closer he got to it, a
curious suspicion popped into his mind. He brought an arm up and put his elbow next to the root of
Jenna's massive shaft. He gasped when he saw his fingertips barely reached her tip, confirming that it
really was even bigger than the replica as he compared it to the mental image of the clerk's arm next
to the dildo. With a mix of fear and excitement filling him, he clamped down on his uncomfortably
large plug as he thought of why he was wearing it.

"Morning, honey," Jenna's voice broke him out of his cock-induced trance. Feeling caught, he
snapped his head to the side to look at her face. With a groan, she pushed out her chest and
stretched her arms up above herself before folding them behind her head. "See anything you like?"
she asked, her innocent tone in stark contrast to the knowing smirk on her face. Alex averted his eyes
and leant back again, sitting on his heels with his hands covering his crotch to hide his diminutive
erection. "You look great like this. I'm so proud of you for going through with it," she said warmly.

"Thanks," Alex responded shyly.

"You know, I always felt that Sunday isn't really Sunday without breakfast in bed," Jenna mused. She
raised a leg and patted the mattress between her thighs with her foot. "Don't you agree?" she added
suggestively.

Hesitant at first, Alex crawled over to lay down between her legs, propping his upper body up on his
elbows to not put weight on his sore skin. His eyes locked with Jenna's, descended along her naked
body and ran up and down the length of her cock before her scent drew his nose closer and closer to
its source. Lowering his face to her sack, his lips parted to let his tongue snake his out. He couldn't
suppress a satisfied breathy moan when he tasted her skin. Salivating at her scent and taste, his eyes
were glued to the confident, satisfied expression on Jenna's face while his tongue ran over her
smooth skin along the base of her cock. He left a trail of saliva along her skin as he licked it clean,
working his way over her sack down towards the heavy orbs pulling its skin taut with their size and
weight. Her heavenly scent flooding his nose with every heavy breath and her taste filling his mouth
gave Alex a sense of servile satisfaction as he tried in vain to suck one of her churning balls into his
mouth, half-lidded eyes unfocused as they stared at the soft mounds on his mother's chest that
obscured her face.

"That's it, baby. No need to rush, we have all the time in the world," Jenna moaned.

Alex reluctantly pulled his lips away from her skin with a wet slurp. "But I'm hungry," he protested
before encouraging her other orb to prepare a filling meal for him with an open-mouthed kiss. As if
on cue, his stomach growled to underline that he really was feeling hungry and in his current state,
he was perfectly happy with a liquid breakfast.

"I can't let my precious baby boy go hungry, can I?" Jenna laughed. "Go on then, get your fill," she
purred.

Alex wasted no time in kissing and licking his way back up over her sack, straining his eyes to look up
at the meaty monolith looming over him. Spotting a line of liquid running down its underside, Alex
pressed his tongue flat against Jenna's urethra and licked along it in one long stroke as he pushed
himself up to raise his head towards her tip. Halfway up, he flicked his tongue to catch the bead of
her natural lubricant. While he paused for a moment and closed his eyes to savour its salty taste,
Jenna quickly brought a hand down to grip her cock and press it against Alex's face. Alex simply
opened his eyes again and held still and allowed her to rub her cock back and forth across his face,
leaving her scent and pre behind. Smirking at the needy whine that escaped Alex's throat, Jenna
pulled her cock back and lightly slapped it against Alex's cheeks before returning her hand to its
position behind her head.

"If you want your breakfast, you'll have to work for it, she teased.
Aroused beyond all rational thought and pretence of self-respect, Alex was willing and eager to put in
the work. He knew it wouldn't give him the release he had been denied for two weeks of daily
teasing but he didn't care. He needed to taste her pre pumping into his mouth, feel her monstrous
throbbing cock stretch his throat, hear her sweet moans and feast his eyes on the clear signs of
pleasure that his submission gave to the woman who had captured his heart like nobody else ever
could. He inhaled her heady scent deeply as he raised his head above her crown and brought his
open mouth down on it, sticking his tongue out so he wouldn't have to wait the extra fraction of a
second it took him to wrap his lips around her glans before he could start licking her salty pre off its
smooth warm skin.

He kept his eyes on Jenna's face so he could watch the spark of lust in her eyes grow into a roaring
flame as he relaxed his jaw and let her immense girth stretch his lips while his tongue danced over
her skin ceaselessly. Thanks to the practice he had gotten over the past weeks, the entirety of her
meaty glans vanished between his lips with relative ease. He paused to run the tip of his tongue
along the rim of her glans and swallow the mix of pre and saliva pooling in his mouth. More of it
leaked from the corner of his lips, providing lubrication to help him greedily impale his face on her fat
shaft further, relishing the sensation of every pulsing vein slipping through his lips and over his
tongue.

He swallowed around her tip pressing against the back of his mouth to try to coax it into his throat.
The pleasurable purr escaping from Jenna's throat when he finally succeeded after a few attempts
was almost as gratifying as the feeling of her tip sliding into his, but Alex wasn't satisfied with just the
tip. He let out a muffled moan as Jenna's silky spongy glans stretched his sensitive throat, followed
immediately by her hard shaft wreathed by pulsing veins slipping ever further into him. Alex's heart
was racing with arousal and anticipation as he brought his face lower and lower, barely managing to
keep eye contact with Jenna past her breasts. He made no attempt to hide the sense of satisfaction
that washed over him once he had forced the last few inches of his mother's impossibly huge cock
past his lips.

Though his lungs were starting to protest, he wanted to stay like that a little longer, grinding his nose
into her pubic bone and his chin into her spit-soaked sack while he revelled in the liquid heat of her
pre pumping out of her tip deep inside him. When he did pull up for breath, he sucked on her veiny
shaft hard enough to feel it on the inside of his hollowed cheeks.

"You really are hungry, aren't you?" Jenna commented.

"Mhm," Alex hummed around more than a mouthful of cock. After refilling his lungs with fresh
pheromone-laden air, he dove back down and began fucking his face with her cock, trying to find a
rhythm that kept as much of her cock buried deep in his throat as possible, let him feel the pleasure
he got from feeling it sliding in and out of his sensitive throat as much as possible and also let him get
the air he needed for the slutty moans he didn't even try to suppress. He could see on his mother's
face that she quite enjoyed watching him.

"Just look at you," she said, surprising Alex with the pride in her voice. She moaned pleasurably when
Alex once again buried his face in her crotch and looked up at her with lust-hazed eyes as he
swallowed around her length. "It's only been just about a month and you're already the second-best
cocksucker I've ever had," she praised his progress.

Her backhanded compliment hurt Alex in a way he hadn't expected. On his next upstroke, he pulled
all the way off with a wet pop and swallowed the mixed fluids in his mouth. "Second best?" he asked,
sounding every bit as hurt as he was.
"Mhm," Jenna confirmed.

"Who's better?" Alex asked in between running his tongue all over her crown to lick up the copious
amounts of pre flowing from her tip.

"Do you actually want to know or did you want to hear that you're the best?" Jenna inquired with a
devilish grin.

Alex's choice to return his lips to her cock rather than answer her question told Jenna everything she
wanted to know. Spurred on to redouble his efforts to please her, Alex used what little room her
girthy shaft left in his mouth to run his tongue over it while he resumed his sloppy blowjob. Trying to
eke out every bit of pleasure for her and himself, Alex twisted his head back and forth while bouncing
it up and down on her cock. Wet slurps, pleasurable moans and Alex's muffled needy whines filled
the room as he devoted himself to bringing Jenna to the orgasm that his pathetically twitching tiny
penis was denied. Every so often, he would gag when he got overzealous but he didn't let such
trivialities interrupt his dutiful service. Shifting his elbows forward, he brought up his hand to cradle
one of her oversized balls in each. His hands immediately began fondling and groping the heavy orbs
as soon as they touched his palms, kicking her already hyperactive cum factories into overdrive.

Alex could tell from how Jenna's moans became more frequent and impassioned that lavishing
attention on her cock and balls equally had the desired effect, bringing him closer to his liquid meal
every time his lips touched the patch of mixed fluids at the base of her cock or his fingers gently
squeezed her sack. Soon Jenna was chewing her lower lip as her balls pulsed in Alex's hands, her cock
became rock hard and the veins on it sent shivers down Alex's spine as they throbbed in his throat.
Reading the signs of Jenna's impending orgasm, Alex decided that if a bellyful of her thick cream was
going to be his breakfast, he wanted to get a taste of it. Taking it to the root one more time, Alex
massaged the titanic length buried deep in his throat by swallowing around it repeatedly while he
stared up at his mother, his eyes begging her for her seed.

When he saw Jenna throw her head back, faint outlines of her clenched abs appeared on her smooth
belly and her balls lurched out of his fingers, he quickly pulled his head up, her tip emerging from his
throat just in time for Jenna to fire the first cheek-bulging load of thick, potent, salty cum into Alex's
mouth with a primal grunt. Not wanting to waste his hard-earned meal but with no hope of
swallowing his mother's seed faster than she was pumping it into him, Alex pushed himself back
down on her cock to let her dump her hot load directly into his stomach. Displaced cum leaked from
his lips as her shaft filled his mouth and once his nose flattened against her pubic bone, Jenna
brought down a hand to hold his head in place while she dumped a deluge of sperm into him.

With every pulse of cum running up her cock, she flexed her thighs and thrust her hips up against his
face. With every burst of heavy liquid heat she unleashed deep inside him, a shiver ran down Alex's
back. His sphincter clenched down on his plug and his penis flung tiny droplets of pre onto the bed
sheet as it jumped in time with Jenna's magnificent orgasm. Alex was awash in a sense of fulfilment
and elation after having made this woman that was perfect in so many ways, and even better in a
distinct few, orgasm harder than he had ever before, even as the stretching of his freshly tattooed
skin made him painfully aware that the incredible amount of cum she was unloading inside him left
his belly slightly bloated.

Eventually, even Jenna's hyperproductive balls were drained and she sank back into the pillows with
a satisfied sigh. Her cock reemerged from Alex's lips clean and shiny with saliva as he pulled off,
moaning when he sucked the last bit of her intensely salty cream from her slit before he brought his
face to her base to lick the spilt cum from her crotch while she watched. Jenna patted his head
contently. "Such a good boy," she purred. She closed her eyes and shifted a bit to settle into a more
comfortable position. "I'll have bacon and eggs, sunny side up," she dismissed him with a yawn.

HONOUR THY MOTHER CH. 09

Alex yawned and stretched, ignoring for a moment the shrill beeping that had torn him from his
perverse dreams. Mental images lingered in his mind, a petite blonde girly figure with her arms tied
behind her back writhing in pleasure on his bed, pinned under a voluptuous redheaded woman who
was pushing her face-first into the mattress while pounding her hips into the prone moaning mess
beneath her. The thought made his butt clench down on his plug and left his penis rock hard, creating
a barely visible tent in the covers.

His room was still dark aside from the faint light coming in through the door, indicating that Jenna
was already up. He idly wondered where she got the energy, considering that she had quite clearly
been still awake when he had gone to bed. Finally wanting to get rid of the annoying noise, he
grabbed his phone and shut off the alarm. As expected, he had new messages.

"Still haven't blocked me? Ur so pathetic," the text from Sandra read. Where his other exes had
simply dumped him and cut off all contact once his mom had seduced them and made them feel
things he never could, Sandra had shown a spiteful side. She continued to taunt him with photos and
short videos while reminding him of his inferiority at every opportunity she got.

This time, she had sent a photo of her pussy, stretched out and filled to the brim with pure white.
Alex felt his mouth water at the sight of the fresh thick cream leaking out of her ruined cunt, recalling
its delicious rich saltiness. There was another photo, one she clearly hadn't taken herself as it showed
her from the hips up, laying on her back, her arms sprawled out on either side of her head. The
expression on her face seemed vacant but it was hard to make out with her face half-hidden behind
her messed up black hair and her entire body from her head down to her navel covered in a thick
layer of white. It looked like the result of a gangbang involving at least a dozen particularly virile men
but Alex knew perfectly well that it was just one load from the humongous still-hard cock laying on
her belly.

Alex figured that Jenna had known that this photo would find its way to him when she took it. She
had to at least suspect Sandra would taunt him with it and she herself seemed to quite enjoy rubbing
her superiority in his face. Just three days ago, he had come home late from swimming practice as
usual and, as was expected at that point, heard the sounds of rough, hot sex the moment he opened
the front door but unlike all the other times, they hadn't come from Jenna's bedroom.

Though he had realised it immediately, he hadn't quite believed what was happening until he had
followed the slapping and moaning to his room, quietly pushed open the door and froze when he
saw Jenna kneeling on his bed facing him. She returned his stare without skipping a beat, her eyes
drilling into his while her fiery hair and luscious breasts swung in time with the thrusts of her hips
into the tanned blonde splayed out on her back in front of her.

With one hand mauling her own tits, the other resting on the bulge in her belly and her legs hooked
behind Jenna, the girl hadn't even noticed him walking in. The savage pounding the dominant
woman kneeling between her legs unleashed on her left its mark on the blonde's mind as much as
the redhead's massive cock ruined her hole.

"Yes, fuck my ass. Harder," the girl burst out. Jenna leant forward and clasped a hand over the
presumptuous girl's mouth to hold her in place and remind her that she was in no position to make
demands, but granted her wish all the same. Jenna's eyes never left Alex's as she hammered her hips
down into the girl even more intensely, filling Alex's room with muffled delighted squeals.

Hearing her voice confirmed that it was his second girlfriend Janine whom Jenna was pounding into
his bed as if she was trying to leave a permanent impression. For a while, he just stood there as if
held in place by Jenna's gaze and watched the intense rutting right in front of him, shocked,
humiliated, and unbearably aroused.
Heavy impassioned breaths came from Jenna's lips that spread into a smirk when spasms rocked
Janine's body and she howled in orgasm while Jenna kept fucking her without ever slowing down or
breaking eye contact with Alex.

Knowing better than to disturb them, he eventually just turned around quietly and snuck off to the
bathroom. His attempt to calm himself down with a shower failed miserably because he couldn't
stop picturing his mother's giant cock ravaging his ex in a way he wouldn't have dreamt of even
asking about, especially because of his plug constantly reminding him that she would be doing the
same to him eventually.

After hearing a set of heavy footsteps move through the house, still accompanied by moans and
grunts, he had dared come out and crawled into his still-warm bed. Surrounded by the scent of
mixed juices soaking his bed and the continued sounds of carnal conquest echoing from upstairs, he
eventually drifted into lurid dreams.

Initially, he'd had to learn to recognise his ex-girlfriends' voices as the way his mother made them
scream and squeal sounded nothing like the occasional heavy breaths and soft moans he'd gotten
out of them but he'd had plenty of opportunities to learn over the weeks.

Last night, he'd had to listen to Sandra almost demand more of his mother's cock for hours on end,
interrupted by periods of muffled choking when Jenna found a better use for the insolent girl's
mouth. In truth, there had been nothing stopping him from putting on headphones while he waited
for midnight to roll around so preorders for the upcoming collector's edition box set of his favourite
director's movies would open up, but he had been just too turned on by the sounds and the images
they conjured in his mind.

Having gone four weeks without an orgasm, he had been dimly aware that he was only making things
worse for himself but he just couldn't stop listening and fantasising while grinding his plugged butt
back and forth on his chair. Worst of all, it would be four days before he would at least get to feel the
momentary sense of satisfaction he got whenever his mother made him get on his knees and service
her. He didn't know if he'd manage to wait that long, maybe he'd have to ask her for a special Sunday
breakfast to let him take the edge off, or maybe he could try to get himself punished.

At least, his self-torture hadn't been in vain as he had managed to get his order in within the few
minutes before they were sold out. Finally, he had flopped into bed, still hearing rhythmic knocking,
moaning and occasional screams from upstairs.

Alex swiped Sandra's messages off the screen and brought up his email to look at the order
confirmation again. His heart skipped a beat when he also saw another mail with 'cancelled' in its
subject line along with an automated mail from his credit card company. He got to his feet and
frantically checked his account balance, utterly confused when he saw he had maxed out his credit
card. Looking through his transactions, he noticed that his allowance hadn't come in for this month
yet. With a pathetic whine of frustration at having lost his pre-order, he made his way to the kitchen
to complain to his mother.

He found her leaning against the counter, seemingly having embraced casual Friday as her usual
office jacket was absent, her lustrous red hair was flowing freely around her shoulders and her
blouse even had the top two buttons undone. It offered a tempting hint of cleavage to anyone who
dared let their eyes wander too low and linger too long, a trap Alex immediately fell into. He stood
and stared at her chest while she put down her cup and walked towards him.
She grabbed his butt with both hands and pulled him against herself for a slow, sensual kiss that
tasted of coffee and freshly brushed teeth. It left him weak at the knees, his frustrations completely
forgotten for a fleeting moment. "Morning, honey," Jenna smiled at Alex after she broke the kiss.
Looking up at her while he got his thoughts back in order, Alex noticed that, very unusually, she even
wore some light make-up that emphasized her plush lips and stormy grey eyes. "You look like
something is bothering you," Jenna said, furrowing her brow.

"I uh, yes, I," Alex stammered, still struggling to form a coherent sentence, stuck as he was between
her breasts pressing into his chest and her hands groping his butt with her sweet scent all around
him. Jenna's lips curled into an amused smile.

"Come on, out with it," she said encouragingly.

"Uh, I just noticed that my allowance for this month hasn't come in yet," Alex said hesitantly. Even

"Oh right, I forgot to tell you, didn't I?" Jenna replied, laughing at Alex's confused expression. "You
see, you've been such a good boy lately," she said, letting go of his butt to take a small step back.
Smiling, she brought a hand up to trace a heart on his shirt with her finger and continued, "I figured
you earned a reward, so I wanted to raise your allowance but I couldn't decide how much. I kept
thinking about it and in the end, setting an arbitrary limit just felt silly."

"So I don't get anything?" Alex asked, baffled.

"Oh you can get anything you want, just tell me and I'll buy it for you," she beamed at him. "You may
have to actually do some chores though," she added with a wink.

"But how am I supposed to pay off my card? And what about my," Alex protested but Jenna cut him
off.

"I could help you find a job if you want," she offered. "Or I could take care of that if you ask nicely,"
she added with a smirk and a glint in her eyes that sent a shiver down Alex's spine at the thought of
what she'd want in exchange. "Anyway, I need to get going. Don't be late for your classes," she
concluded before placing another quick peck on his lips and walking past him.

Still processing the situation she had just dropped him into, Alex didn't react until Jenna was almost
at the door. "Wait," he finally burst out, "I want to ask for something."

"I'm listening," Jenna answered, sounding quite intrigued.

"You said I've been a good boy," Alex began, pausing to scrape together what courage he could
muster, "and earned a reward." He turned around to look at her but then looked down, swallowed
and asked, "Can I cum?" As if a dam had broken, words came flooding out of him as he started
begging, "Please let me cum, it's been almost a month. I can't take another day of this, I'm so horny
all the time and I can't stop thinking about-"

Jenna hushed him with a finger on his lips. Alex looked at her face and went beet red as he realized
what he had been about to say. "Oh my poor baby," Jenna empathised. "I'd love to spend some
quality time with you but I'm afraid I'm busy tonight," she explained ruefully. Alex barely had time to
whine in protest before she added, "But if you really can't wait another day, I'll allow you to play with
yourself today."

Alex breathed a sigh of relief and hugged her, burying his face in her cleavage. "Thank you, thank
you, thank you. I love you," he babbled.
"But only after college, don't forget that some things will always be more important," she lectured
him. Alex hummed his acknowledgement. The frustration of not being allowed to clear his head
before classes paled next to the prospect of getting to do it at all. "And remember to keep your
hands where they belong, " she reminded him.

Taken aback, Alex looked up into her eyes. "You mean?" he asked, incredulously.

"I told you what happens to naughty boys, didn't I?" Jenna teased.

Thinking back to the cages Jenna had shown him two weeks ago, Alex nodded hastily. "But then how
am I supposed to, you know, do it?" Alex asked hesitantly.

"I'm sure you can make it work," Jenna smirked and reached behind him to give his butt a quick
squeeze. "Speaking of, isn't there something you want to show me?" She grinned.

On cue, Alex took a step back and turned around. His heart started pounding with excitement as he
bent over and pushed down his boxers, exposing his plugged butt. Just when he had begun to get
used to exposing himself to her like this every day to show her that he really was wearing his plug to
prepare his hole for her, Jenna had shaken things up with his new plug. It was not just another step
up in size, as was to be expected, but it was also transparent, leaving him to try and imagine the view
his mother had as he presented himself to her with his hole spread by three fingers' worth of
transparent plastic.

"Good," Jenna commended, her voice dripping with satisfaction. "Just a couple more weeks and
you'll be ready," she promised. Alex felt the tantalizingly light touch of her fingertips dancing on his
cheeks. "Then you won't have to worry about being pent up ever again," she added with a chuckle.
Alex heard clothes rustle behind him and yelped when Jenna pulled him backwards by the hip until
he felt her warm skin against his. He made out a pair of large lumps pressing against his cheeks and a
warm weight on his spine. "Here's some inspiration for later," Jenna whispered before she let go of
him, fixed her clothes and walked out.

Jenna exhaled deeply, finally done with her monthly revision of The 45's books to make sure that she
got her due and its less than entirely official earnings didn't leave a paper trail, especially not one
that led to her. It should have been a quick routine affair that left her the rest of the evening to
unwind, but today she hadn't been able to focus.

Her thoughts kept drifting back to a meeting that was still irritating her hours later. The lack of
professionalism displayed by her outfit would have been downright insulting for anyone with half a
functioning brain. Being a male, however, Victor Bailey had been far too busy staring at her cleavage
to think about whether her attire reflected her position or the importance of the occasion.

Neither had he paid any attention to her presentation regarding the results of the adjustments to his
portfolio she had personally made. It had been plain to see that he was mentally undressing her and
barely even listening.

Meanwhile, she'd had to conceal her disdain for this drooling bloated troglodyte and pretend to
respect him as a valued client. It had taken all of her self-control to keep up this pretence when he
looked to be just about ready to liquidate his company if she so much as made an ambiguous
mention of her appreciation.

While annoying, his behaviour usually wouldn't have enraged her as she had long-since learned not
to expect better than this from males. It was a small detail that had her seething. The ring on his
finger and the apparent hollowness of the promise it symbolized while he shamelessly ogled her had
reminded her of her ex-husband.

The constant wet warmth on her cock didn't make her work any easier, doing as much to distract her
as it did to soothe her anger. Matters weren't helped by a new revenue stream that had brought in
quite a nice sum which needed to be creatively accounted for.

"I don't remember giving you permission to start selling merchandise," Jenna concluded once she
was satisfied with her work. She slowly pushed back the heavy leather armchair she was sitting in.
The sound of its feet scraping against the floor drowned out the slurping that came from the lips of
the tanned brunette kneeling motionless under the desk, being pulled out of her blissed-out state as
Astarte pulled her divine cock out of her throat.

Kate needed a moment to recover her wits rather than her breath. "Please forgive me, my Goddess.
At first, I only wanted it for myself," she confessed, staring longingly at the spit-shined meaty pillar
pulsing between her Goddess's leather-clad legs, the decorative ring at its base and the leash running
through a loop on it, "I just feel so empty when you're not here." Jenna's eyes fell on the imitation of
her cock lying on Kate's desk. The traces of moisture clinging to it from recent use lent credence to
her words. "But then I thought of all the people I have to turn down because they aren't worthy of
your time, and all the money I was leaving on the table with nothing else to offer them," Kate
continued. "And I've had a flood of requests coming in recently," she added, beaming with pride at
having inducted new acolytes to Astarte.

"Well done," Jenna commended, deciding not to punish her devoted servant for a surprising show of
initiative and business sense. "But how did you come up with the shape?" she wondered.

"I did it from memory," Kate admitted.

"That's actually impressive," Jenna burst out laughing. With a quick motion, she grabbed Kate's leash
and yanked on it, pulling Kate forward by her collar until her face was rubbing against her cock. "Or it
would be if you hadn't gotten it wrong, you stupid whore," Jenna snapped.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, my Goddess. Please punish me for failing you," Kate babbled frantically.

"Oh, I will. And I'll make sure you won't get it wrong again," Jenna announced as she shoved Kate to
the floor and got up. She grabbed her mask from Kate's desk, put it on and walked out of the office,
keeping Kate's leash short enough to force her to crawl beside her awkwardly on all fours.

The familiar wall of sound greeted her as she emerged into the 45's VIP area. The constant murmur
of conversations died down faster than usual as eyes followed her and mouths gaped at the sight of
not just the hermaphroditic sex Goddess everyone had been hoping to see but also the club's owner
who was wearing nothing but a leash and collar. Only the clicking of Astarte's heeled boots was
heard over the bass-heavy music filling the club. Astarte considered dragging Kate to the edge of the
balcony, throwing her against the railing and fucking her in plain sight of everyone on the main dance
floor below, but she figured it would be too much of a reward in Kate's mind.

Instead, she headed toward her throne and sat down on the cushioned marble, facing her audience.
She saw the hunger in Kate's eyes as she spread her legs wide, leant back and slowly pulled on the
leash. Her other hand reached out to grab a fistful of Kate's hair and firmly guide the submissive's
head down to her sack. Dropping the leash, Astarte undid the buckles on her boots to wrap the
straps around Kate's throat, holding her head in place. Kate mewled weakly in protest and strained
her eyes to look at the cock she was so desperate for.
"Get a good look at every detail," Astarte said, amused by Kate's impotent struggle. After another
few pathetic mewls, Kate gave up and settled for the next best thing. She sucked on Astarte's sack
until she managed to get her lips around one of the huge orbs inside it.

Astarte allowed a smirk to creep onto her lips. Her audience was getting quite a show with Kate's
upturned rear giving them a perfect view of her pussy, which Astarte knew had to be dripping wet,
and the letters tattooed above her ass spelling out 'Owned by Astarte'. She reached out a hand and a
waitress hurried over to place a glass of wine in it.

As she swirled her drink, Astarte let her eyes roam over the crowd watching her and played with the
thought of allowing one of them to keep her cock warm. Every couch and booth in the VIP section
was completely filled, which explained the expansion she had seen as a budget item in the 45's
books. Astarte made a mental note to have Kate ensure the blaring music would no longer bleed into
her personal playground, to be replaced with something more appropriate. There really were quite a
few new faces there, some she even knew personally. One male in particular caught her eye.

She distinctly remembered the arrogance he had displayed and the way he had taunted her during
their first encounter, a stark contrast to the way eyes widened in shock when they tore themselves
from her cock and met her gaze. He froze like a deer in headlights when he seemed to realize that he
had caught her attention. She beckoned him over with a finger, taking great satisfaction from seeing
him carefully get up and approach her, his awkward movements a telltale sign that he was still
recovering from their most recent encounter.

"Suck," she commanded curtly as the male climbed over Kate. Kate whined in protest as she had to
watch the erstwhile blasphemer grab Astarte's shaft and force his mouth down on her shaft without
any skill.

Skill would come with time, Astarte thought, but he had grasped that, for all his obvious sense of self-
entitlement, he was to serve her whims, not the other way around. It was another sign that even
males could learn if given the right incentives, just like she had seen with Alex. He was coming along
beautifully. Far from the failure she had misjudged him as, he was quickly turning into a role model
for all males, recognizing her superiority and treating every inch of her with the respect she
deserved.

He probably was ready for the final step, mentally if not physically, but it wouldn't hurt to toy with
him a little more. She wished she could see him right now. It had been a gamble to let him play with
himself, but she was sure the reminder she had left for him would keep him on the right track.

Alex hurried out of the lecture hall, annoyed with himself for not having walked out when the
professor overran. He hadn't listened to a single word anyway so it had been pointless for him to
stay, or even attend at all. He couldn't think about anything but getting home and giving himself the
relief he desperately needed. As he walked down the crowded hallway with the longest strides his
plug permitted, he pulled out his phone to look up the bus schedule in hopes that it would be late so
he wouldn't be stuck waiting for the next one. Rounding a corner, he walked into what felt like a solid
wall.

"Hey! Watch where you're going you fucking," Alex heard the wall shout. Shaking his head, Alex
looked up and saw coach Nilsen turn her head to glare over her shoulder at whoever had bumped
into her. "Alex!" She exclaimed when she saw him, all traces of anger gone from her voice.

"Sorry Coach," Alex apologised hastily.

"Oh please, I told you you can call me Nicole," she corrected him as she turned around.

"Right. Sorry, Nicole," Alex apologised again.

"That's better," she commended while her eyes scanned the blond boy head to toe, paying special
attention to his skin-tight jeans. "Funny we'd bump into each other," she said, "I was just thinking of
you." Right in front of Alex's face, her arm shot out towards the wall as she leant against it, blocking
his way.

"Oh, uh," Alex stammered before chuckling awkwardly. He looked up at the woman towering over
him by about a foot. Seeing the way she grinned and openly ogled him, he quickly looked away and
stared at the floor, even more embarrassed than he already had been. "Why?" he asked timidly. Just
like his mom had told him, he really was getting a lot more and very different looks ever since his
makeover, especially from Nicole. He couldn't help but be flattered by the clear interest she showed
in him.

"I'm worried about you, you know? I see a lot of potential in you but you haven't been improving at
all lately. You move like you have a stick up your ass and when you're in the water, there might as
well be nothing below your waistline," she bluntly recapped his lacklustre performance over the past
couple weeks. "It makes me look bad as a trainer," she added with an accusatory note in her voice.

"Sorry," was once again all that Alex managed to utter as he wished he could sink into the floor.

"Don't worry, I still have some tricks up my sleeve," Nicole assured him. "I've actually been feeling
pretty stiff lately, myself," she admitted, shifting her stance and rolling her free shoulder for
emphasis.

Bringing a foot forward, she turned and leant in, Alex instinctively yielding ground as she trapped him
between herself and the wall. "And I have the pool booked all afternoon tomorrow. I think you
should come, too. We could really help each other," she urged him. With no idea how to handle her
forwardness, Alex froze, awash with equal parts anxiety and excitement. "You won't believe what
just a couple hours of one on one extra training can do. There are some things I only show those with
that certain something and I think that's just what's needed to push past whatever blockade you
have. It won't even hurt, at least not a lot," she grinned.

Alex's heart was pounding in his ears. Her sheer intimidating physical presence and the way she
talked to him loud enough for the small crowd of onlookers to hear was incredibly thrilling, even
arousing. Overwhelmed by the situation and the conflicting feelings inside him, Alex yelped, "Maybe
next weekend." He ducked under Nicole's arm and fled the scene as fast as he could.

He wasn't fast enough to escape the slap across his butt that Nicole gave him as a parting gift. "See
you next Tuesday," she shouted after him as he hurried out of the building. He had his shoulders
pulled up to his ears in an attempt to hide his bright red flushed face as he almost felt the eyes
following him, and especially Nicole's eyes on his stinging butt.

Alex breathed a sigh of relief when the front door fell shut behind him. Finally, he had his long-
awaited alone time. On the bus, it had suddenly struck him that Jenna hadn't said that he was only
allowed to play with himself once. Despite pangs of guilt he felt as he skirted her rules, he had spent
the bus ride excitedly thinking about how he would use this opportunity to the fullest and get himself
off again and again. His lust-crazed mind had even planned out how he would go through his various
sources for 'inspiration'. The small matter of how he would do it with his penis still off-limits had
gone happily ignored.
Alex's jacket hit the floor in the hallway as he slipped out of his shoes, tossed his backpack into a
corner and hurried to his room, unwilling to wait the precious seconds it would have taken to hang it
on the wardrobe. Already fumbling with his zipper while he rushed to his room, Alex came to a
sudden stop when he saw the large black box standing on his desk with a small note stuck to it.

Approaching his desk, Alex pulled off the note. "Have fun," it simply read in Jenna's handwriting
accompanied by a lipstick mark. Unlike the fact that she had to have gone through his closet to dig up
the box, which was hardly even worth thinking about anymore, having his mother encourage him to
masturbate still felt excitingly naughty even after what had happened between them over the past
few weeks, especially knowing what she had stuck the note to.

Sticking the note to his screen, Alex brought his PC out of standby mode, pushed his tight jeans down
and dropped into his chair. A shudder ran through him as his plug pressed into him insistently with
most of his weight landing on it. After a slutty moan and a quick adjustment to his posture, he fired
up his browser. He breathed a sigh of relief when he logged into OnlyFans and found that his
subscriptions had still gone through.

With access to new material from his favourite models secured, Alex could finally get started. His
heart raced with anticipation as he looked down to the small wet spot at the tip of his tented boxers.
He pushed his underwear down, just the sensation of the fabric gliding over his neglected penis
enough to draw another moan out of him. With his hand hovering above his crotch, fingers curling
and uncurling in indecision, he stared at his painfully hard penis.

There was a staggering contrast between it and the majestic monster between his mother's legs that
he had recently spent so much time staring at, thinking about and dreaming of. Where her colossal
cock commanded his full attention and dominated his senses, his twitching barely finger-length
appendage seemed to be pathetically begging him to touch it. The temptation to give in and do what
his mother had specifically forbidden was irresistible. He could only imagine how good it would feel
for the few seconds he would last before his long-awaited orgasm. Still, it felt wrong for him to
betray her like that, not to mention what would happen if she so much as suspected he'd gone
against her rules.

For just a moment, Alex imagined his penis encased in plastic and a shiver ran down his spine. Plain
to see but out of reach, it would be a constant, physical reminder that it, and by extension his
pleasure, was insignificant and that every part of him was completely under her control. To Alex's
shame, the thought wasn't completely repulsive.

For some part of him, it felt like removing a distraction so he could devote his full attention to
something much more important. Alex couldn't believe that this idea actually turned him on, so
much so that he watched another bead of clear liquid bubble from his twitching tip.

It was impossible for him to decide if it was worth the risk. What if Jenna was testing him, fully
expecting him to fail so she could lock him up? What if she was going to do it anyway and this was
the last chance to touch himself he'd ever get? He just couldn't wait any longer. Slowly, his hand
moved to his crotch.

With a frustrated whine, he reached past his penis, taking care not to accidentally graze it and set
himself off. He leant back and spread his legs to give himself easier access as his hand descended
towards his plugged hole. Just the tiny movement he caused when he gripped the t-shaped handle at
the base of the transparent plastic toy was enough to send a small surge of pleasure up his spine. His
free hand returned to his mouse to start scrolling through his OnlyFans subscriptions.
Designed to keep the toy safely in place for hours inside aspiring anal addicts, the handle stuck
between his cheeks didn't make it any easier for him to masturbate with it. Still, simply twisting it
back and forth as much as he could while intermittently pressing it into himself felt good enough for
his whole lower body to involuntarily seize up. As his sensitive ring clamped down tightly on the
artificial intruder, his penis jumped in sympathetic excitement, flinging a clear drop of liquid arousal
toward his face. It landed dangerously close to his open mouth as a needy moan slipped from his lips.

The minutes he spent awkwardly playing with his plug felt good, but he didn't seem to get any closer
to an orgasm as he browsed through photo sets and clips. There was just too much of a disconnect
between what the stripping and masturbating cosplayers on his screen were silently or vocally
begging him to do and what he was doing to cause the pleasurable sensations rolling through him.
The only solution he could think of was looking for more hardcore inspiration.

One click later he was looking at a selection of videos on his usual site filtered by his old favourite
tags. He chose the next best one and immediately skipped past the first few minutes as he couldn't
care less about the name of the petite blonde on his screen or whatever contrived scenario led to
what he really wanted to see, right to the moment when she dropped to her knees in front of a suit
struggling to contain the muscled build of a man whose face was just out of frame. He never missed
this moment, in fact he had sometimes masturbated watching nothing but rapid-fire clips of girls
being shock and amazed by their co-star's cock. Just the fantasy of getting this reaction from a girl
had been enough for him to get off, even without seeing any actual sex.

This time, however, as the girl on his screen gawked at the cock in front of her, Alex's head wasn't
filled with the usual fantasy and the fleeting sense of power it brought. Without the fantasy
occupying his mind, he noticed how exaggerated the girl's reaction was. The whole scene became
even less impressive when he was struck by the thought that, as big as the cock on his screen looked
compared to his, it was in turn equally dwarfed by the cock he had become intimately familiar with
over the past weeks.

As the girl brought her face right up to the cock that, thanks to a well-chosen camera angle, seemed
to cover it from chin to forehead, Alex wondered how he had looked when he first laid eyes on his
mother's cock. It felt unreal that that evening was only some weeks ago. He almost wanted to chide
his past self for his initial reluctance.

At least he didn't have to skip any further to get to the juicy bits as the petite blonde immediately
started licking along her faceless co-star's cock before wrapping her lips around its tip. The ensuing
blowjob was awkward and as Alex watched her gag and struggle to fit even half of the cock into her
mouth, he was again reminded of the rough start to his new life. The seemingly inexperienced girl on
the screen was obviously out of her depth trying to handle that cock and there wasn't a shadow of a
doubt in Alex's mind that without his mother's firm guiding hand he would've been no better off.

The memories of that evening that changed everything did more to help him reach his long-awaited
climax than what was happening on screen. He did note that she kept talking about how much she
loves cock. While her lines were as stilted and lacking in passion as her oral ministrations, he couldn't
help but wonder if he should take the time for some verbal expressions of his growing desire for
every part of his mother's body the next time he'd end up on his knees before her. Judging from how
he'd seen her react to his ex-girlfriends begging for more, she'd probably appreciate it. With the
blowjob doing nothing for him as he continued to play with his plug, he skipped ahead another
couple minutes.
He landed on a close-up shot of the girl's pussy being pounded with rapid thrusts before a jarring cut
to an athletic carrying position that emphasized the ripped man's physical size and strength. He used
to love this kind of scene but now, he couldn't reconcile the fantasy of manhandling and roughly
fucking a girl with using a buttplug to give himself relief after begging for permission. It didn't help
that, having now seen what it really looks like when a girl is overwhelmed with pleasure, he noticed
more and more how obviously fake the moans coming from his headphones were. He was downright
embarrassed that, if it hadn't been for him spying on his mother with his exes, he would've still
mistaken the sudden bout of loud moans for a real orgasm.

Groaning in frustration, he clicked on to another video. The POV shot of an Asian teen looking up at
the camera adoringly as she jerked her co-star's dick and slapped it on her subtly enhanced tits
before sucking it would normally have had him on the edge in seconds but again, it just didn't feel
right. He couldn't imagine himself as a stereotypical alpha guy with a girl submissively fawning over
his cock when he looked down and was struck by the contrast to the view on the screen. Even
without being touched, his penis was leaking an amount of pre like he had never seen while his hand
pushed, pulled and twisted his plug without him even thinking about it.

Not sure he could have stopped his hand if he wanted to, he pulled up his shirt with his other hand,
which sadly confirmed that joining a swim team hadn't magically given him a swimmer's body. Far
from the shredded abs on screen, he only spotted faint outlines on his pale skin, little more defined
than what he saw on Jenna's midriff when she was about to orgasm. Pulling his shirt up further only
reinforced the contrast. Instead of a broad, muscled chest that told of countless hours of hard
physical work, his chest was flat and looked almost girlish, especially his erect pink nipples. The most
striking difference, however, was the bright red heart emblazoned a few inches above his navel.

He shivered as he ran his fingers over his tattoo. Having this permanent mark on him was something
he still hadn't gotten used to, especially because he was absolutely certain that his mother hadn't
chosen the motif simply as an expression of familial affection. He felt that she had marked him as
hers, and he couldn't help feeling flattered because of it. Alex's hand drifted from his tattoo to one of
his nipples, circling it with a finger as he continued to slowly toy with his plug.

He returned his attention to his screen where the action had escalated to doggy style sex, with the
camera looking down the guy's body to his hands on the girl's hips as he pounded into her pussy.
Once again he was reminded of how he used to dream of talking his girlfriend into trying that
position, at least lasting as long as the several minutes that the video was already running, or making
them react as strongly as the moaning girl on his screen. This time, however, he could only think
about how he would never experience something like that, and the sense of finality only added to
the dissonance between what he was looking at and how he was trying to get himself off.

Hoping that it would be better with another position, he skipped ahead. Now watching the girl ride
what he was supposed to imagine was his cock, he still couldn't help being somewhat unimpressed.
From the exaggerated moans to the stilted dirty talk and the occasional awkward moment when the
girl rose too far and had to reinsert the cock, it all not only didn't mesh with how he was stimulating
himself but just seemed lesser than what he had seen his mom do with his exes.

With a groan of frustration, he skipped right to the grand finale but again, he was disappointed. He
just couldn't imagine himself as the guy jerking himself off onto the girl's face, hair and outstretched
tongue while his own penis went untouched, jumping and twitching while he played with his nipple
and plug. It didn't help that where he would have once been proud if he could produce something
approaching the load laying across the girl's beaming face in several white streaks, now he could only
think about how it paled in comparison to the veritable flood of hot, thick, virile seed his mother
could drown or drench him in.

It kept playing out the same as he clicked through video after video of blowjobs, rough sex and even
threesomes, it all failed to help him escape his plateau of pleasure and kept reminding him that the
closest he could hope to get to dominating girls like that was watching his mother do it much better.
Anal scenes, in particular, were strange as his physical sensations lined up with the girls rather than
the guy he was used to projecting himself onto.

Driven out of his comfort zone by desperation, Alex had to find something that fit his current mood.
He typed 'dominant woman' into the search bar and was floored by the number of results. Having
long-since run out of patience for a plot, he went for a video promisingly titled 'Femdom compilation
PMV' and was not disappointed.

Without any time wasted on introductions, he was thrown right into the middle of a scene that had a
tiny redhead holding a much larger guy's head and mashing his face into her pussy while berating
him for his poor performance. While the physical act on screen didn't mesh with how he was trying
to get himself off any more than the previous videos, there was something about her body language
that had him hooked immediately. It made up for her small physical size to give her a larger than life
screen presence and vaguely echoed the paralyzing aura of effortless dominance he felt from his
mother.

He didn't have long to admire the scene before a sudden cut to the next. A curvy mature woman
appeared on the screen, still half-dressed as she straddled a man of surprisingly average build, his
shoulders trapped under her knees and his head buried under her hips. Alex instantly recognised the
actress. Just minutes prior, he had seen her beg for more as she took a hard anal fucking.

It struck him how much sexier she looked grinding her hips back and forth, almost seeming to dance
to the electronic music in the background as she sat astride the guy who was obviously under her
complete control. She laughed at the muffled groans coming from between her thighs as she slapped
the guy's respectably sized dick around. Alex wondered if the poor guy even heard any of the ridicule
she directed at him with his face buried between her cheeks.

Another quick transition later, he saw a heavily muscled guy standing tied to an X-shaped cross by his
hands and feet, completely at the mercy of the busty blonde standing in front of him in sexy latex
boots and gloves. She made him beg her to touch him, thank her for slapping him and admit that he
was unworthy of her before she finally touched a single shiny finger to his dick that jumped and
quivered in desperate need, not unlike Alex's penis.

Alex almost forgot to keep his plug moving as he watched, blown away by her complete control over
her physically imposing plaything. She could read him like a book, running a single fingertip up and
down the underside of his dick while she mocked his helplessness until she suddenly stopped, leaving
him just on the edge of orgasm. She laughed and started playing with herself as she watched him
groan and thrust his hips into the air uselessly.

The video cut again and it took Alex a moment to recognize the shiny pink object on his screen as a
man, covered in latex head to toe except for his penis and tied to a table. A black woman was riding
him hard, seemingly taking more pleasure from the sight of the mummified creature between her
plush thighs than from his dick, which looked to be little bigger than Alex's. The woman slammed her
hips down onto the pink gimp in time with the music. In between her bursts of gleeful laughter, Alex
could barely make out muffled moans.
He watched clip after clip of men completely at the mercy of women who had restrained, cowed or
sometimes just physically overwhelmed them and now used their position as they saw fit. Even in the
few instances where one allowed her prey to penetrate her, it was definitely on her terms. It
resonated with how he was feeling a lot more than his old favourites, and it definitely helped that he
was awed by the sheer sexuality oozing off these women, often enhanced by racy lingerie or shiny
leather.

The video cut back to the muscled guy on the St Andrews cross, groaning and begging after who
knows how many more minutes of torturous pleasure at the teasing hands of his sadistic captor.

"Say it," she commanded, still running a single finger up and down his shaft. "Say it," she repeated
impatiently and let go of his dick.

"I'm your slave," the man sobbed in defeat before he cried out when she delivered a sudden slap to
his balls.

She laughed as the shock finally sent him over the edge and he thrashed in his binds. She caught the
white streaks shooting from his tip with her gloved hand and wiped them on his face before the
video ended.

Alex was floored by what had played out on screen over the past minutes, and especially by the last
clip. The thought of having his orgasm turned into a moment of utter submission felt completely
twisted but somehow right. A recommended video with 'ruined orgasms' in its title was too intriguing
to ignore.

Alex was a bit disappointed at first as he watched clips of girls and women running teasing fingers,
tongues and lips over a twitching dick. Some clips showed the whole scene, others were from the
debatably lucky guy's POV. Some girls had teasing, almost loving expressions on their faces, others
showed disdain or sadistic glee.

All of them took their teasing to another level with constant dirty talk, either wanting to know how
good their ministrations felt and talking about how much fun they themselves were having or
humiliating their fortunate victims and making them beg for the orgasm they were so skillfully kept
on the edge of.

The disappointment didn't last long. Even without the promised ruined orgasms, Alex was fascinated
by the control these women exercised and by the simple fact that they were unquestionably
dominant while ostensibly giving pleasure and receiving none. There was something about seeing
much more masculine men than himself just as desperate and helpless in the face of a woman who
had complete control over them that gave Alex a sense of spiteful gratification. Try as he might
though, Alex couldn't bring himself any closer to his long-awaited orgasm either.

Unlike him, the men on screen were eventually pushed over the edge by something as simple as a
single well-timed squeeze, a flick of a finger or even just blowing across the tip before the women let
go and watched in amusement as seed dribbled out of their groaning playthings. Alex's penis jumped
quite similarly as he continued to play with his plug, but he just couldn't get there. He wanted more
and so, expecting more of the same, he clicked the next video that promised touchless orgasms.

His eyes went wide when he instead saw a man on all fours, a woman kneeling beside him with one
gloved hand on his back holding him in place while her other hand was behind him, working a finger
in and out of his ass. Between the man's legs, Alex saw his dick jump with the woman's every move,
flinging fluids everywhere. Instantly reminded of how amazing his mother's fingers had felt inside
him, Alex finally decided to get rid of his plug, hoping his fingers could replicate what he saw.

A shiver ran up Alex's spine and drove a moan from his lips as he gripped his plug firmly and slowly
pulled it out. The plastic slowly stretching his hole wider felt amazing and watching the clear object
emerging was surreal every time. When his sensitive ring crested the widest part, he let out a rueful
grunt as the sensations diminished until the toy slipped free.

With masculine groans and dirty-talking women still filling his ears, Alex stared at the sight between
his legs. Simply knowing that his penis, as erect as it had ever been, was clearly smaller than the
object that had been inside him turned him on even further, even before he thought about the
deliciously perverted purpose this toy served, or that it was still too small to prepare him for what
was to come. For the moment, however, he had no more use for it so he simply dropped it.

Having only removed his plug when it was absolutely necessary over the past weeks, the cold
emptiness Alex now felt was not a cherished moment of normalcy but something uncomfortable that
he was eager to address. Alex's fingers quickly found his sensitive ring, feeling around it for a
moment as Alex realized that he had to actively clench his butt to get it to close.

His hole was loose enough to let him slip a finger in with barely any resistance. Unfortunately, the
spark of pleasure he felt as he pushed his finger deeper into his loosened hole was a pale echo of the
thunderstorm his mother's fingers had sent crashing throughout his whole body.

Still, everything finally felt right as he returned his attention to his screen and imagined himself in the
place of the men being brought to what looked to be incredibly intense drawn-out orgasms just like
the one he had experienced at his mother's hands. Even with everything falling into place, one finger
just didn't give him the stimulation he needed so he was quick to mimic what he saw and added
another.

No longer having to clench down on his finger for his hole to feel tight, Alex was awash in pleasure,
moaning as he pumped his fingers in and out of his sensitive hole. His penis quivered as he brought
himself closer to his long-awaited relief. He marvelled at the strange sensation of feeling around
himself for that magic spot that his mother had used to plunge him into a mind-bending orgasm. To
his chagrin, he couldn't find it even as he watched the women on screen attack that spot to drive
men crazy with ease while he was agonizingly close to orgasm.

He gasped and froze when a shocking sight appeared on the screen. Rather than her fingers, a latex-
clad woman was impaling a man's ass with a dildo attached to a harness on her hips. Hot and cold
waves washed over Alex as he watched her start thrusting into him, fucking him doggy style roughly
if somewhat awkwardly in a fascinating role reversal. Alex was so absorbed that he yelled out in
protest when the video suddenly cut back to fingering. He needed more.

Time became a blur as Alex clicked through videos, amazed by how much of this kind of porn there
was. His vocabulary expanded rapidly as he watched femboys being pegged to sissygasms. He
noticed that many of them had cages like what his mother had shown him, thin fluids flowing out of
the slit at the end as their sissy clits swung in time with the rough pounding they got from their
mistresses. Somehow, it seemed fitting for them to be locked and Alex shuddered at the thought of
what that could mean for him.

Hoping to compensate finesse with intensity, he eventually squeezed a third finger into his hungry
hole but still, he could only get himself agonizingly close as his quivering penis leaked beads of clear
pre. He moaned and whined in desperation as he continued to watch. Even more than the happily
orgasming boys and men, he was fascinated by how much the women appeared to enjoy it. They
seemed to take great pleasure in their role, even without getting any stimulation from their artificial
cocks that usually put their partners' natural counterparts to shame.

Halfway through a video of 'Girls fucking guys', Alex was completely caught off guard to see a young
guy in what looked like bridal lingerie impaled by a cock that was clearly not artificial. There was
something decidedly different about the way the woman he was riding was pounding into him from
below, somehow it seemed more natural and authentic. What her cock lacked in size compared to
some of the strap-ons he had seen, she more than made up for in the way she aggressively fucked
him, wanting to maximize her own pleasure.

The fantasy of being fucked by a woman with a big cock pulled him further down the rabbit hole as
he desperately fingered himself while he discovered videos about men submitting to girlcock.
Between women with much more realistically sized endowments than what he craved, uncannily
animated 3D models and even manipulated photos awkwardly jammed into videos, Alex suddenly
saw something that shocked him even more than all the discoveries he had already made.

His heart skipped a beat as he stared at the unmistakable shape on his screen. Even with her face out
of frame, Alex instantly recognized his mother's naked body. While his stunned mind was still trying
to comprehend how he could be looking at a video of her, apparently reclining on her bed no less,
she had grabbed a ruler, held it up to her magnificent cock to show that the scale only covered about
two-thirds of her length, and discarded it. Alex swallowed as she grabbed her cock, demonstrating its
massive girth with her inability to even come close to closing her fingers around it, and started
pumping it.

"No!" Alex cried out when the video suddenly cut to yet another female character from a game with
a cock added to her model humping the camera. He had quickly come to love this kind of animation
over the course of mere minutes that he even knew they existed but now he had suddenly lost all
interest and started frantically scrolling through recommended videos with one specific thing in
mind.

One video briefly caught his eye, promising 'Non-stop futa domination' with a runtime stretching into
the hours. After a quick glance at the thumbnail, however, he disregarded it as the tall athletic
woman he saw there pounding some unlucky guy into the ground was not what he was looking for.
He found it in a video titled 'Astarte PMV'.

It started somewhat awkwardly with the same clip he had just seen, which gave way to more clips
that simply showed off his mother's gorgeous figure, with the emphasis on her most impressive
attribute. Most of them were out of focus or horribly framed, as if they had been filmed with a phone
propped up on the other side of the room, with others that she had taken with the phone in hand
actually being a step up in quality. Most puzzlingly, while in most clips she was in her bedroom or
what Alex assumed to be hotel rooms, some showed her in a large antique-looking room wearing a
shiny black leather outfit.

One clip showed her in this room and outfit, confidently strutting towards a naked man in a pillory
before, lined up with a bass drop in the background music, there was a hard cut to a sideways view
of his mother pulling a brunette's hair as she brutally pounded her from behind. Seeing the way the
toned Asian was stretched out by the huge cock inside her as she screamed in ecstasy, Alex also
wanted more inside him. Trying to fit a finger into his hole, he bent down to pick up his plug when his
eyes fell on the huge black box still sitting on his desk.
Alex wanted to get at the contents of the box so badly that he stopped masturbating to grab at it
with both hands. He hastily opened the box and reached inside, ignoring the text blurb on the inside
of the lid as he gripped the artificial cockhead. He had to pull surprisingly hard to pull the heavy piece
of silicone from the box, which even further underlined the toy's size and heightened his
anticipation.

His eyes were glued to the off-white phallus emerging from the black box inch by inch. Even the
sudden shift in the voices coming through his headphones and the rough facefucking it implied failed
to attract his attention. When the lower end of the dildo came into view, Alex grabbed it with the
hand that had been holding the box.

For a few moments, he simply marvelled at the toy's intimidating size and heft, in awe of even this
pale imitation of his mother's beautiful cock. Between his hands on its tip and base, there was plenty
of room for another set of hands. There was simply no way he could hope to get it into his winking
hole dry. He briefly considered running to the bathroom to get lube but quickly thought better of it.

As he shifted his hand from the phoney phallus's head to its shaft and brought it closer, he picked up
on more and more details that underlined how much of an imperfect replica it was. The toy had a
satisfying weight to it but the cool silicone felt nothing like the warm pulsing meat it stood in for. The
glans was missing its silky texture and slight sponginess and the shaft lacked the rigidity of the
original, even sagging slightly as he tilted it to bring the tip to his mouth.

More importantly than the haptic imperfections, his mother's intoxicating scent was sorely missing
from the fake cock as he guided it to his parted lips. Turned on as he was, he was nevertheless
perfectly willing to treat it as if it really was what it so poorly stood in for. He began licking all over its
glans as soon as it touched his waiting tongue, covering it in saliva to make up for the absence of
deliciously salty pre.

With the sound of someone choking on his mom's cock in his ears, Alex relaxed his jaw and pushed
the thick dildo past his greedy lips. As if out of habit, his tongue never went idle as the veiny shaft
slipped over his palm and into his mouth. Glancing at the screen, he shuddered when he saw his
mother hold a kneeling man's head in place so she could fuck his face like a cheap whore. The sight
spurred him on further to feed more imitation cockmeat into his hungry mouth.

Tingling with anticipation, he greedily pushed deeper until the still-cool silicone hit the back of his
mouth and finally slipped into his welcoming throat. With a muffled moan, he let his eyes drift closed
as he savoured the delightful stretching sensation creeping down his throat inch by inch, even if it
wasn't quite as intense as it should have been.

He got another unwelcome reminder that the cock invading his throat wasn't real when it bottomed
out disappointingly soon. Having to hold the toy by the base robbed him of precious inches to
swallow, and feeling his own hands on his lips was a woefully inadequate replacement for Jenna's
heavy balls on his chin. At least the toy had started to warm up inside him.

Focussing on Jenna's moans in his ears and the huge object down his throat, he sank into the fantasy
of really having her inside him, even if it failed to reach inside him as deep as it should and the
satisfying pulsing of her heartbeat deep inside him was missing. The thought of simply lubing up the
dildo long forgotten, he pulled it out halfway and started thrusting it in and out.

Memories of the low-angle view of his mother he got with his face buried in her crotch flashed
through his mind as he basked in the strangely pleasurable sensation of the warm veiny shaft slipping
up and down his throat. Lost in the fantasy, he sucked on the toy as if there was a hot salty cream
filling for him to extract by sheer force.

Somewhere in the back of his mind, he knew that others would judge because of his desires for his
mother, and for how much it was her cock specifically that he lusted after, but the thrill of the
forbidden only turned him on even more.

Fucking his face more and more enthusiastically with the dildo held between his hands, he wished he
could feel the pain in his scalp as he imagined his mother grabbing his hair to take control and jerk his
head up and down her cock. Even more than the physical sensations, he craved the deep satisfaction
that came from knowing that every flick of his tongue, every muffled moan, every light-headed
moment of near suffocation served to heighten her pleasure rather than merely seeking his own.

Startled, Alex suddenly noticed that the moans and music had stopped. Blinking his eyes open, he
stopped mid-thrust to slowly pull the fake cock all the way out. He watched it emerge from his lips,
followed by heavy strings of saliva. He stared at the thoroughly lubricated toy full of anticipation as
he remembered why he had shoved it down his throat in the first place. But first, he'd need some
more inspiration.

Alex briefly set the forearm-sized dildo down on his desk to type what he assumed to be Jenna's
pseudonym into the site's search bar. His eyes widened in shock and excitement at the dozens of
results, from short clips to longer videos and compilations. Almost half an hour of supposedly the
best of Astarte seemed perfect.

There was no slow start to this one. Alex had just enough time to pick up the dildo during a title card
showing that this video was part of a series before a hard cut to a man little older than Alex on all
fours facing the camera while an unmistakable redheaded woman brutally pounded into him from
behind. Just a few seconds later, he was gone, replaced by a beautiful curvy woman leaning against a
wall for support as Jenna fucked all the strength out of her. Staring at the screen, Alex brought his
new favourite toy towards his uncomfortably empty hole.

The strange feeling of warm wet silicone between his cheeks got him to tear his eyes off the screen.
The sight he found between his legs was surreal. Logically, he knew that his penis was real and the
dildo a fake but that was hard to reconcile with the fact that his tiny desperately twitching length
looked like a miniaturized toy version of the massive shaft pointing at his waiting hole. The contrast
became even crasser when he remembered that the artificial cock in his hands didn't even quite
match the original it was based on in length nor girth.

The intimidating size of the fat head stuck between his cheeks made him doubtful if he would be able
to take it but even more eager to try. A gasp escaped from his lips when the dildo touched his
sensitive ring, the very tip already having slipped past it into his gaping hole. He stopped for a
moment, shuddering as the thought sank in that he was about to shove a dildo up his ass, one based
on his mother's cock no less, and the only thing on his lust-crazed mind was the wish that it was the
real thing.

"Take it, you little slut," Jenna's impassioned voice rang out amid the endless stream of moaning.
Eager to comply, Alex gripped the slippery shaft tightly and pulled it into his waiting hole. His voice
joined the chorus of moans as his sensitive ring was spread by the rubbery tip sliding into him
millimetre by millimetre. The wider his hole spread. the more intense the pleasure shooting up his
spine became and the louder and higher-pitched his moans grew.
He watched as the dildo slowly sunk further into him, stretching him wider than ever before. Pain
mixed into the pleasure radiating from his butt when the dildo started stretching him wider than ever
before. At first, it even enhanced the pleasure, yet as he continued impaling himself with the huge
toy, the pain intensified. Desperately wanting to prove that he was ready for the real thing, Alex
ignored the pain as best he could and pushed on. With a whine born equally of pain and frustration,
he eventually had to give up when the stretching of his poor sphincter became too much.

He hadn't even managed to take the artificial cock's glans, but even just the handful of thick inches
inside him created a strange but gratifying feeling of fullness that almost offset his painfully stretched
sphincter. Another moan flew from his lips when he pushed the toy back out an inch, shuddering
with pleasure as the silicone slipped past his sensitive ring.

Alex confined himself to taking the dildo as deep as he could before the mix of pain and pleasure
became too one-sided before pushing it back out an inch and doing it again. Already, the constantly
changing sensation of being stretched and filled felt better than masturbating the old way ever had,
even if he still couldn't hit that magic spot that his mother had used to blow his mind. Settling into a
rhythm, Alex's eyes returned to the screen.

He saw Jenna piledriving her monstrously large cock into a man's ass, holding his ankles up and apart
while his head and shoulders laid on the ground. With every bone-crushing thrust, the man's dick
flopped uselessly as the outline of Jenna's cock in his abdomen grew and receded.

Alex couldn't help but admire the way his mother manhandled and dominated the physically larger
man. Even more fascinating was the way her cocksleeve's body was forced to accommodate her
obviously far bigger cock. It was far from the first time he had seen a belly bulge with the shape of his
mother's cock but somehow, seeing it on a guy was different.

Alex barely had time to fully process what he saw before the cut to the next scene, then the next and
the next. Each clip that flashed across the screen was just a few seconds long. Without noticing, Alex
took the dildo ever so slightly deeper with every slow thrust as he watched dozens of shots of his
mother brutally pounding her cock into both men and women. There were even couples, either one
after the other moaning as Jenna fucked them against a wall or into the ground, or with their ring-
adorned fingers interlacing around her massive cock.

With his mind a haze of lust, strange pleasure and forbidden desires, the figures on the receiving end
of his mom's less than gentle affections blended together as he only focused on her and wished he
could take their places to be fucked to mind-shattering orgasms.

A small part of his mind marvelled at the sheer number of videos there had to be of his mother for all
these short clips to exist. Surprisingly, some of the faces twisted with ecstasy on his screen he even
recognized from local news. His eyes widened in shock when he suddenly saw one of his ex-
girlfriends, in a clip he remembered seeing on his mom's phone no less.

"Fuck me," words slipped past Alex's lips. He paused for a moment when he realized the words
hadn't come from his headphones. "Fuck me, mom," he repeated for nobody but himself to hear.
Vocalizing his formerly unthinkable desire turned him on even further. "I want your cock inside me,"
he confessed, pushing the dildo more insistently into his hungry hole. "I'll be a good boy," he
promised, "please fuck me."

The clips started coming faster and faster, cutting each time Jenna rammed her cock into a pussy, ass
or mouth until one clip instead showed her pulling all the way out of a visibly dazed black man's
mouth. Alex heard the familiar sound of his mother groaning with relief a moment before he
watched a long streak of pure white erupt from her tip, landing on the guy's face. Alex swallowed
unwittingly as he watched her dump her unbelievably copious load, wishing he could get just a small
taste of the thick hot seed she was painting the guy's face and upper torso with.

Watching his mother's abundant jizz expand bellies, paint bodies and overflow from mouths drove
Alex to skewer his tender hole with his dildo all the more forcefully. His breath caught in his throat
for a fraction of a second when there was an abrupt change in the stretching of his tender ring. He
realized he had managed to shove the dildo's head through his tight ring just before his body rocked
with orgasm, Alex girly squeal a stark contrast to Jenna's grunts and primal roars in his ears.

Waves of warmth and mind-bending pleasure exploded from Alex's butt and spread throughout his
spasming body. His glazed eyes watched but hardly processed the continuing series of one woman
bukkake videos flashing across his screen. His hole clamped down on the welcome invader again and
again as his orgasm dragged on far longer than any other he had ever given himself. Amid the sea of
sensations overwhelming his brain, the streak of his own watery ejaculate hitting his face went
completely unnoticed.

Eventually, even this intense orgasm ended. Alex panted, his whole body feeling warm, weak and
light. Aftershocks ran through him every time his twitching hole grasped the silicone shaft still stuck
inside him. It took him a small while to gather his senses again and when he did, he noticed that the
desperate need for relief was thankfully gone but unlike all the previous times he had masturbated,
he didn't suddenly want to move on to the next thing. He wanted more. Though his arms felt like
rubber, he gripped his favourite toy tightly again. It was time to check out the rest of this series, and
thankfully he didn't even need to wait for his penis to grow hard again before he could continue.

HONOUR THY MOTHER CH. 10

"Rise and shine, sleepyhead," Jenna chirped cheerfully, joining the chorus of birdsong outside Alex's
window.
Alex groaned as he slowly woke from his deep dreamless sleep. Something felt wrong. He was cold
and felt sore all over as if he'd slept on concrete. His butt was especially sore, spread around
something much thicker than it should be. Scrunching his face, he felt streaks of some kind of dried
liquid on his skin. His eyes flew wide open when he remembered what he had done the evening
before.

A quick glance at himself confirmed that he had fallen asleep in his chair after giving himself one too
many anal orgasms. And just a few steps away he saw his mother, obviously amused by the sight in
front of her. She in turn presented him with a mesmerizing sight.

Her slightly dishevelled red hair lent her a bit of a wild look and her satin morning gown loosely hung
off her gorgeous curves, giving him a stunning view of her ample cleavage and the massive cock
hanging between her knees. Normally, seeing her like this would have left him horny and salivating
for a taste of her cock. At the moment, however, he was simply shocked and, despite everything she
had put him through already, embarrassed to the bone that she had caught him with not just his
pants down but a replica of her cock still stuck in his tender hole.

Like a fish out of water, Alex stared at Jenna with his mouth opening and closing wordlessly while he
scrambled panically, trying to simultaneously stand up, cover himself and sink into the floor. Before
he could get up, Jenna had closed the distance and brought a hand to his chest. Even without
exerting any force, the touch of her fingertips made him stop his uncoordinated flailing and slowly
pushed him back down against the backrest as he looked up at her with uncertainty, his heart
pounding in his ears.

Alex saw Jenna's eyes flick to the side and her amused smirk gave way to a lecherous grin. Alex
followed her gaze and was mortified to see the end screen of the last video he had watched. The title
'ASTARTE CREAMPIE COMPILATION' was spelt out at the top of the screen with the rest taken up by a
roster of suggested videos, all starring his mother.

When Jenna looked back at him, Alex's face went from pale to crimson as her eyes bored into his.
Holding his breath, Alex tried to read her expression as she bent over him but couldn't decide if she
was going to kiss, mock or devour him. He could only stare at her sheepishly while she bent lower
and lower until her hair spilt from her shoulders to form a curtain of glowing copper around them.

"I see you had a fun evening," Jenna grinned down at him wolfishly. She slowly moved her hand
down Alex's chest, her nails leaving electric tingles as they descended. Alex looked down to follow
her hand and got a breathtaking view down her robe. "Looks like you got a bit too greedy," Jenna
observed as her hand went lower and lower. Her hand stayed well clear of Alex's penis, which he saw
had already gone from its pathetic soft state to its still pitiful completely erect size. "Don't worry,
mommy is here to help," Jenna assured, gripping the silicone shaft hanging out of Alex's stretched
hole.

Alex gasped at the slightest movement of the thick fake cock in his sore ass. He jerked but Jenna
brought up her other hand to hold him down. Again, the mere touch of her fingers on his chest was
enough for him to hold still and stare up at her with eyes full of uncertainty.

A high-pitched scream tore through the otherwise silent house when Jenna forcefully shoved the
replica of her cock into Alex's ass until her hand pressed against his cheeks. Between the sudden
feeling of fullness and the intense pressure the artificial shaft put on that magic spot inside him he
hadn't quite reached himself, all thought was blown from Alex's mind.
His face a mix of ecstasy and shock, Alex could only use what breath the sudden insertion hadn't
driven from his lungs for gasps and slutty moans as his unfocused eyes stared at his mother. His
prostate orgasm sent wave after wave of heavenly pleasure crashing through his body, his hands
weakly clutching Jenna's shoulders as his lower body spasmed as much as the huge shaft inside him
permitted. Swaying in time with his spasms, his penis spewed what passed for a large load of watery
cum by his standards, not that Alex nor Jenna noticed or particularly cared.

"How's that for the best part of waking up?" Jenna smirked as Alex's orgasm gave way to aftershocks
that faded into a warm glow suffusing his whole body. Alex let out a soft plaintive groan when Jenna
pulled the dildo out of his abused hole, leaving a painful emptiness inside his still-twitching body.
Panting, Alex slowly blinked his eyes back into focus and looked up at his mother with unbridled
admiration as his blissed-out mind slowly put itself back together.

He vaguely saw something move in this peripheral vision, then heard a slap and felt a weight in his
crotch. Looking down past his mother's hand on his chest still needlessly holding him down, he saw
she had slapped the dildo down on his belly right next to his penis. With her fingers almost touching
the root of his still-dribbling penis, she showed him just how deep the huge toy had been inside him.
At the same time, she presented him with another comparison between his thumb-sized penis and
the wrist-thick silicone cock reaching roughly twice as far up his belly.

"Still a ways to go," she remarked meaningfully as she twisted her hand so Alex could see her thumb
and index finger barely marked the shaft's halfway point.

Alex saw disgust creep onto Jenna's features. The reason for her displeasure became obvious when
she moved her hand from his chest and he saw thin lines of his cum on it. "Sorry," he breathed
weakly as Jenna brought her hand to his face.

Looking at his already dirtied face, she instead wiped the offending fluids off in his hair. "I'll look past
it this once," she said gregariously. "Just don't let it happen again," she lightly scolded him in the
same playful tone as if she'd caught him snooping through the cabinets for candy after dinner again.
"Or I'll make sure it won't," she added more threateningly, to which Alex nodded slowly. "Anyway,
get yourself cleaned up and come get breakfast," she instructed, patting Alex's soiled hair
affectionately. Visibly satisfied with the boneless mess she had turned Alex into, she dropped the
dildo on him and strutted out, leaving him to recover.

Over half an hour later, Alex staggered into the kitchen on still-shaky legs. Deeply embarrassed by
the state she had found him in, Alex could hardly look Jenna in the eyes and when he did, the curious
mix of affection, smug pride and blatant schadenfreude made him avert his eyes again instantly. He
did dare to sneak a peek at her satin-framed cleavage that was no less mouthwatering than the small
breakfast buffet she had laid out on the table.

Approaching the table Alex's eyes darted back and forth between her breasts and the various foods.
Among toast, spreads, pancakes, cereal, eggs and bacon, one item stuck out like a sore thumb. The
rounded double cone shape had become too familiar over the past weeks for him to not recognize
the huge pink buttplug staring him in the face.

With its widest point looking almost as thick as a coke can, Alex cringed at the thought of his mother
pushing this thing into his sore hole, and at having to walk around with his abused sphincter gripping
down on what would be an enviable girth for a cock. Having to clench his butt to keep his current
plug from slipping out of his stretched ass was bad enough. The plug was even long enough to spell
out "Buttslut" along it in a white frilly script.
As Alex slowly and carefully sat in his chair, Jenna happily chirped "Good morning baby," and invited
him to dig in, following her own advice immediately after. Still too embarrassed by the state she had
found him in to ask the questions swirling in his head or even look directly at her, Alex simply echoed
her timidly and reached for a pancake. They ate in pregnant silence as Alex kept stealing glances at
Jenna's breasts while trying to avoid looking at the pink pillar of perversion right in front of him. At
the same time, he couldn't stop thinking about all the porn of her he'd seen.

With a small tent in his boxers due to the images flashing through his mind, he was puzzled by the
contrast between the amateurish production and the sheer amount which made him wonder if she
had been lying to him all this time about her job. Asking his mother if she was a full-time porn star
instead of a finance executive would've been an awkward enough question even without their recent
circumstances and so, as much as it burned on his tongue, he couldn't get it past his lips.

"So," Jenna eventually broke the silence as Alex stared at his empty coffee cup, "I assume you've
seen your new toy?" Alex sheepishly looked at her and nodded, still clutching his cup.

"I didn't think you were ready for it yet but seeing your eagerness, I figured we could move up the
schedule," she explained as Alex's eyes were involuntarily drawn to it. He couldn't help being excited
by the thought of being in public with something so perverted hidden under his clothes, as well as by
what a moved up schedule would mean eventually.

"It's a custom order just for my precious little boy," Jenna said as she reached for the plug. "I hope
you like it," she smirked, shooting him a smouldering look as she lifted and tilted it to show him the
underside of the heart-shaped base. "Fuck Me," it read there in the same frilly script. Alex simply
blushed and swallowed at the sight, a reaction Jenna looked quite satisfied with.

"Come on then, it's time for your inspection anyway," Jenna encouraged, pushing her chair back.
Alex's heart started pounding with excitement as he slowly got up and walked around the table to
present himself to her. "Uh-uh," Jenna corrected him with a giggle just when he had pulled down his
boxers and bent over. Alex looked over his shoulder in confusion to see her patting her lap. "Come
here," she smiled warmly.

Alex motioned to sit on her lap but Jenna stopped him and instead laid him down across her slightly
spread thighs, one arm on his shoulders holding him down so her other hand had easy access to his
bare butt. The vulnerable, exposed position aroused him even further as he craned his head around
to get a look at Jenna. His head snapped back around with a whimper when he felt her reach for his
plug.

His whimper turned into a moan as she pulled his plug out, his stretched ring offering barely and
resistance. "That was easy," Alex heard Jenna chuckle. He felt a warm weight on his back as she
dumped the old plug there and reached for the new one. Alex inhaled sharply when cold plastic
touched his gaping hole.

"This is the last one," Jenna intimated and began slowly pushing the plug home. Alex groaned with
exertion at the way his tender ring was being stretched. "You're so close," she continued, interrupted
by the small moan of relief that burst from Alex's lips when his hole swallowed the widest part of the
toy, "Soon you won't have to play with knock-off toys anymore because you'll be ready for the real
thing." After a short pause as Alex caught his breath and adjusted to the way his new accessory filled
him, Jenna exclaimed, "Whoopsie." Alex moaned as she twisted the plug inside him. "Now it's right
side up," Jenna announced happily.
With the new toy settling inside him, Alex's heart pounded even harder with anticipation as he
processed Jenna's words. "By the way, I got curious and had a look at your bank account," Jenna
added casually.

"You what?" Alex burst out, eyes widening. Mortified, he tried to scramble up but Jenna's arm held
him down like a steel vice.

"What? I'm still the account owner, remember?" Jenna explained, "It was quite eye-opening. I get
why you were so grumpy yesterday." Alex simply blushed and hung his head in shame.

"Rest assured that your debts are paid. I am not going to pay that kind of interest," Jenna said
harshly.

"Thank you," Alex muttered weakly, his heart sinking at the disappointment in her voice.

"So, to sum up: First I let you control your own money and you run up debt you can't pay by spending
money you don't have on things you don't need. Then I let you control your own orgasms and you
masturbate until you pass out with a dildo up your ass without even bothering to close, never mind
lock, the door," Jenna laid out harshly.

Alex felt tears welling up as Jenna verbally rubbed his nose in his failures. It wasn't even her words
themselves that stung so much but the fact that his penis went painfully hard as she layered verbal
humiliation on top of his already embarrassing position. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he
suspected he would've been in even greater trouble if he had tried to lock her out of his room but he
knew that bringing that up wouldn't do him any favours.

"You just can't be trusted to make decisions for yourself, can you?" Jenna concluded. In the face of
how things had gone, Alex couldn't quite get himself to disagree but some small remnant of pride
refused to let him utter that admission.

"Don't worry though, that's what I'm here for," she assured. His heart still racing, a shiver ran down
Alex's spine as her words sank in. "Still, you've been a naughty boy and there have to be
consequences for that," she announced.

An instant later, Alex cried out in surprise as Jenna's hand came down on his ass with a loud slap. A
pained yelp quickly followed when she delivered a harder slap on his other cheek just in time for the
pain from the first blow to register. Another slap followed, then another as she laid into his exposed
cheeks.

With each impact, Alex's ring involuntarily clamped down on his plug, turning the sensation racing up
his spine into an arousing mix of pain and pleasure. When Alex scrunched up his face in anticipation
of the next impact, Jenna surprised him again. Instead of the expected forceful hit, she gave his
cheek a light swat and cooed appreciatively.

"Such a spankable ass," she appraised his reddening behind and squeezed his cheek. "I should've
done this long ago," she decided with a giggle and another playful swat. "But who knows, if I had
then maybe we wouldn't be in this situation," she mused, "And wouldn't that be a shame?"

A sharp spank marked the end of her interlude as she resumed his punishment. She kept Alex
guessing by alternating between his cheeks, varying her rhythm and interspersing light spanks
between her heavy hits while she turned his ass a bright red. The slaps and Alex's cries interrupted
the tune she casually hummed to herself.
Alex's mind began to swim under the mixed sensations from the assault on his behind. The tears in
his eyes were mirrored by drops of precum beading at the tip of his painfully hard penis only to be
flung loose every few spanks. He couldn't help being turned on by the treatment he received.

Simply being in such a submissive position that gave her free reign over his exposed ass turned him
on as much as the stimulation from his plug. There was even something arousing about simply
accepting the pain she deemed appropriate. Alex felt something warm pressing against his belly ever
more insistently as Jenna's cock engorged. Knowing that she enjoyed spanking him made it even
hotter.

Eventually, Alex noticed that Jenna was making him wait for the next slap even longer than she had
previously when she skipped a beat to throw him off. "That was for wasting my money," she stated, "
And this is for being a shameless, slutty little boy."

She moved her arm from his shoulders to gently grip his throat and slowly pull his tear-streaked face
up to hers. She looked deep into Alex's tear-filled eyes, letting him see the intense lust in her gaze for
a moment before she pulled him in for a kiss. It started slow and gentle but became more intense as
her tongue slipped between their lips and led his tongue in a passionate dance around his mouth.
Alex moaned and whimpered as the fingers on Jenna's other hand roamed over his tenderized
cheeks delicately.

All rational thought blown well clear of his mind, Alex could only try to not drown in the tide of
emotions roiling inside him even after Jenna's lips left his. He simply panted and hung in her arms
limply as she extricated herself from under him and gently put him belly-down on the chair. Alex
heard her leave only to return shortly after.

He let out a cute yelp when he felt something cool on his burning behind. Gently applying a soothing
cream to Alex's glowing cheeks, Jenna bent over him until Alex felt her big, soft breasts and her
weighty cock on his back. In between light kisses she left on the back of his neck and ears, she
whispered reassuringly about what a good boy he was for taking his punishment and how proud she
was of his progress.

The occasional whimpers and sobs slowly disappeared from Alex's breathing as he felt the burning
pain from his cheeks fade and blend into a growing warmth spreading through his whole being. He
made no effort to resist when Jenna scooped him into her arms and stood up to put him down on his
feet. He leant against her, resting his face on her chest as she pulled his boxers back up and wrapped
her arms around him.

Alex heard nothing but the calming rhythm of his mother's heartbeat as she held him in a tight
embrace for a while and stroked his hair. He weakly tried to cling to her when she let go and stepped
away just a handful of inches. "I've got a spa day today, I won't be back until dinner time," she
informed him. "Speaking of," she continued, "You'll do the cooking from now on. It's the least you
could do for me, wouldn't you agree?"

Staring at her half-entranced, Alex slowly nodded. "Good boy," she cooed, rewarding him with a
radiant smile and a short kiss. She left him to clear the table while she went to get dressed and was
out the door not long after.

Wincing with every step, Alex shambled to his room to recover and procrastinate the day away, as he
had with so many weekends. The state of his butt made his chair look like a horrific torture device so
he laid down on the bed, grabbed his phone and began browsing randomly.
Still turned on by what he had just gone through, there was only one thing on Alex's mind. Within
minutes, he was on his usual porn site again, picking up right where he left off the evening before. He
kept watching more and more videos of his mother, rewatching the hotter ones after he went
through all he could find. As he watched enraptured, he idly ran a finger over the rounded piece of
plastic pushing his cheeks apart and the ever so slightly inset letters on its bottom.

He would've had no idea about the hours ticking by if it wasn't for the timestamps on messages his
friend Jim annoyed him with. He was bragging about how he knew he'd get lucky that night at a club
he'd heard about and insistently tried to drag Alex along. Definitely not in the mood to spend hours
on his feet nor even particularly interested in hitting on random girls, Alex repeatedly told him to fuck
off until he finally relented.

It was the fading light in his room as the sun set that ended Alex's voyeuristic spree. When he noticed
that it was getting dark, Alex suddenly remembered Jenna would be back soon, and would now
expect him to have dinner ready. He clambered off the bed and hurried to the kitchen, wincing every
few steps. Going through the cupboards, he managed to throw together a simple risotto just in time
for the telltale sound of the front door being unlocked.

"I expected you'd be wearing more by the time I'm home," he heard Jenna's voice. Suddenly very
aware that he had never bothered to change out of his boxers and shirt, he turned his head to see
Jenna in a long-sleeved dress, mustering him with apparent interest. "Or less. Less works, too," she
added.

"Welcome home," Alex muttered, blushing as Jenna undressed him with her eyes.

"And what a welcome," Jenna smiled. She approached Alex and lifted his chin with her fingers for a
quick kiss. "Smells delicious," she said excitedly.

After dinner, Jenna took him to the living room where she put on a movie for them to watch. Laying
on the couch with his head on Jenna's lap, Alex felt like he was in the safest and most comfortable
place on earth. Still, he wasn't satisfied with simply laying there and barely paying any attention to
the movie as Jenna stroked his hair.

After watching porn all day, he was just as horny as he had been the day before. All he could think
about was how close he was to his mother's cock. He swore he could feel it between her soft thighs
pressing against the side of his face and almost smell it through her dress and leggings.

He'd much rather have been on his knees with his face buried between her thighs. He waited and
hoped for Jenna to tell him to get off the couch and service her. As the movie dragged on and on,
however, Jenna seemed content to leave him there to stew in submissive fantasies until the movie
ended.

After stretching and yawning, she pulled Alex off her lap. "Remember, it's Sunday tomorrow," she
reminded him with a wink before she wished sweet dreams and headed upstairs.

Alex's heart pounded with excitement as he carried the tray of coffee, eggs and toast up the stairs.
Inspired by the hours of material he had watched over the past few days, his lurid dreams had been
even more detailed than before.

Walking into Jenna's bedroom just as naked as the gorgeous woman sleeping there, Alex put the tray
down on her nightstand. He pulled the covers aside and crawled onto the bed to start her day off
right.
Settling between her legs, Alex placed a long, loving kiss on Jenna's sleeping cock before reverently
wrapping one hand around its soft shaft. He opened wide and stuck his tongue out like a red carpet
dripping with saliva as he lifted his mother's pleasantly heavy cock to his lips.

A moan of satisfaction escaped Alex's throat when he engulfed Jenna's hooded head in the wet
warmth of his mouth. His tongue wasted no time in roaming every inch of her smooth skin, eager to
get more of her unique taste. Far from content with his mouthful of spongy cockmeat, Alex
immediately sucked it deeper. He feasted his half-lidded eyes on Jenna's breasts as more and more
of her cock slipped past his lips.

Soon he felt her tip at the entrance of his throat. Soft as it was, Alex found it unusually easy to
swallow her immense cock. He let go of her shaft to instead cradle one of the massive orbs between
her thighs. The bountiful reward promised by the size and weight of his mother's roiling cum
factories made him all the more eager to take her cock to the root. Swallowing again and again, he
milked more fat, delicious cockmeat down his gullet, its passage eased by the saliva spread all over it
by his roving tongue.

The moment when his chin touched Jenna's sack was absolute bliss. His nose flattened against
Jenna's groin as he pressed his face down to get every fraction of an inch he could. It was amazing
how deep inside him her cock reached, and it felt better every second as it began to inflate. With
every beat of her heart, his throat stretched slightly wider and he felt her pulse closer to his heart.

Jenna's hand shooting down to grab his head was Alex's first sign that it wasn't just her cock that was
waking up. "Mmm, such a good boy," she purred, sending a swarm of butterflies loose in Alex's belly.
She shuffled backwards so she could rest her back against the headboard, dragging Alex along by his
head without any hint of resistance. "Now suck mommy's cock like a good little slut," she demanded
as she reached over to pick up her cup of coffee from the tray, "Make me want to fuck you."

Alex immediately threw himself into doing just that. He pulled his head back up with a loud slurp,
sucking on her shaft hard as if to draw more blood into it through sheer force. Alex bobbed his head
up and down her cock with growing enthusiasm as it stretched his jaw and throat wider and wider.
Drooling all over her veiny shaft like a starving dog, his saliva provided plenty of lubrication even with
her pre flowing right down his throat. As her cock neared its full size and rigidity, it forced him to
adjust his position and rock his whole body back and forth to impale his hungry mouth on it.

Alex's enthusiasm was entirely disproportionate to the reaction he got out of Jenna. She let out the
occasional moan while she had her breakfast and watched him, her hand resting casually on his head
as it bounced up and down her cock with wet slurps. Alex's eyes stared up at her full of submissive
desire and insatiable hunger.

He only broke eye contact with her whenever he'd bury his face in her crotch and let his eyes drift
shut to bask in the sensation of her cock pumping liquid warmth into him and her heartbeat
pounding deeper inside him than his own. Every pulse of blood rushing through her cock stimulated
his throat as his neglected penis twitched sympathetically.

Alex's heart began beating even harder when he reopened his eyes to see Jenna reach over and pick
up her phone. "And action," she grinned, pointing the camera at him. With his heart pounding in his
ears, Alex slowly pulled off Jenna's cock, inadvertently showing off its monstrous size as more and
more spit-shined vein-wreathed meat emerged from his lips.

Alex became suddenly aware that he had neglected to pull up for breath when her tip popped from
his lips and he filled his burning lungs. For a few moments, he simply stayed there, panting with his
tongue hanging out as he processed the thought of all the videos he'd watched and the possibility
that he might see himself in one of them in the future. The thought of being seen worshipping his
mother's superior cock turned him on even more than her scent filling his nose or her taste lingering
in his mouth.

"I love your cock," he confessed breathlessly to Jenna and whoever might end up watching him. He
indulged himself with a taste of her salty lubricant by giving her tip a long lick. "Tastes so good," he
added. He stopped fondling her heavy balls to bring a hand up to her cock, holding it steady while he
ran his tongue along its side in one smooth motion from tip to base.

Without thinking about it, he further emphasized the sheer size of Jenna's colossal cock with how
small his arm and head looked next to it as he began showering it with the licks, kisses and adoration
she so unquestionably deserved. "I want your cum," he moaned, driven into a complete shameless
frenzy by his seething arousal, "I want it inside me so bad."

Egged on by a strange desire to put on a show, Alex brought his head back up to her glans to run his
tongue around it once before opening wide and greedily swallowing her again. Between plenty of
practice over the past weeks and more than sufficient lubrication, he easily let her fat cock spread his
lips and push into his welcoming throat as he settled back into his previous rhythm.

He savoured every second of pushing his lips into the growing patch of saliva and precum in Jenna's
crotch over and over again while working his throat around her veined shaft and fondling her fist-
sized orbs. Still, he wished she'd do more than simply keep her hand on his head as she filmed him.
When he felt her cock harden further inside him, he got his wish. She curled her fingers in his hair
and started yanking his head up and down her shaft more forcefully.

Alex went boneless in her grasp. His tongue, throat and fingers continued to work towards her
pleasure as he happily let her use his body. Alex felt her balls lurch a moment before Jenna groaned
with pleasure through clenched teeth. She pulled his head almost all the way off her cock and
unloaded.

Alex was in heaven the moment that he finally tasted her thick salty cream again. As her first shot
filled his mouth and the second followed quickly after, Alex greedily swallowed but couldn't hope to
keep up with her incredible virility. Her cum leaked from his lips and seconds later, Alex's eyes
widened in shock as viscous heat found its way out of his nose.

He kept swallowing the apparently infinite cum in his mouth, each mouthful that went down his
throat leaving tingles in its wake as what felt like pints of thick seed filled his belly. Being recorded
while he served as an inadequate cumdump for his mother brought him almost to the brink of
orgasm. Knowing better than to take one of his hands off Jenna's balls to touch his desperately
twitching penis, he clamped down on his plug rhythmically but just couldn't quite get himself over
the edge.

Jenna having been even less heedful of his need for air than he had been, his lungs were starting to
burn again but still, he didn't try to fight Jenna's hold on his head and simply kept swallowing Jenna's
hot, thick seed while his eyes silently thanked her for his delicious breakfast. Sadly realizing that his
mouth was no longer instantly filling back up after he swallowed, Alex savoured his last mouthful as
Jenna let go of his head.

After swallowing one last time, Alex pulled off Jenna's cock. "Thank you," he muttered in between
breaths of cum-scented air, looking up at Jenna admiringly.
"You're not done yet," Jenna grinned and pointed at her cock, her phone still in the other hand.

Alex looked down and gasped when he saw the coating of cum that covered her cock from the
halfway point of her glans where his lips had been down to her balls. Equally eager for even more of
her cum and unwilling to let her beautiful cock be sullied by anything, even her own seed, Alex
immediately licked up a line of thick snow-white cream, uncovering the pale skin underneath. His
tongue roamed all over Jenna's crotch to lap up her jizz, his expression and moans dripping with
genuine satisfaction that made him completely forget about the fact that his rock-hard twitching
penis was still aching for an orgasm.

Jenna's cock stayed hard under Alex's loving ministrations as he cleaned it and moved to her balls to
leave them as shiny as her cock. Breathing in her musky scent, he stared into the camera with
depraved hunger in his glazed-over doe eyes as he licked and sucked on her balls, his face half-
obscured by her enormous rod. Drawn back to her cock by the intensifying scent of her pre that
continued to flow from her tip, Alex's tongue had just begun to ascend along her shaft for another
round when he felt Jenna's fingers in his hair again.

"Enough fun for now," she concluded. She put away her phone and gently pulled Alex up toward her,
ignoring his needy whine as he was separated from her cock. "You're a greedy little boy, aren't you?"
she said gently and kissed his forehead.

"Yes," Alex admitted.

"And I love it," she cooed. She put Alex down on her naked chest and wrapped her arm around him.

"I love you too, mom," Alex swooned. His mouth landed close to her erect nipple and Jenna giggled
when he started suckling on it until he dozed off listening to her heartbeat.

A few hours later, they were out on a walk around the neighbourhood that Jenna had dragged him
along for, insisting on using what few hours of daylight they'd get in early December. Alex found a
simple walk with her a lot more exciting than it had any right to be.

Between Jenna's hand on his hip holding him against her a bit too tightly to be appropriate, his plug
stimulating his still slightly sore butt with every step, the not-so-innocent tattoo under his shirt and
his jeans digging into his lower belly thanks to the second breakfast she had fed him after his nap,
Alex felt like he was being paraded around. Where Jenna happily returned any greetings from
passers-by, Alex had his head bowed meekly, avoiding eye contact at all costs.

Once they returned, Alex made lunch for Jenna while she vacuumed the house, skipping the meal
himself as she had made sure he wouldn't be hungry for a while. He spent the afternoon on the
couch binging a new show, trying to relax and distract himself.

Jenna didn't make it easy for him when she came to the living room in her sports bra and yoga pants
after having finished cleaning the house. Unrolling her yoga mat in the middle of the living room, she
flowed through various positions. Alex eventually gave up trying to focus on the screen as she
worked up a light sheen of sweat that made it simply impossible for him to not stare at her beautiful
curves and fat bulge.

After dinner, Jenna took Alex to the couch again, his ears still ringing with her praise for his cooking.
Bored to tears by the chick flick she had put on, Alex had simply cuddled up against her with just a
wisp of satin between his cheek and the freshly showered warm skin of her soft breast. Just when he
had let his eyes drift shut and was about to nod off, Jenna piped up. "If you don't like the movie why
don't you give me a leg rub? It's been a while but I remember you being really good at it," she
suggested.

Memories of the last time he'd given her a leg massage flashed through Alex's mind and conjured up
a confusing mix of emotions. "I don't know. I'd like to stay like this," Alex said sleepily.

"Aww, am I too comfy?" Jenna cooed and tousled his hair, "Come on, you know you'll like it." Alex let
out a sleepy, plaintive grunt and resettled his head on her soft bosom. "How about this, you do a
good job and I'll buy you a membership. You know what I'm talking about," she sweetened the deal.

"Uh, you mean...?" Alex asked hesitantly.

"Yup. Trust me, there's a lot more fun stuff than what you've seen," Jenna promised.

Alex wordlessly got off the couch, which got a giggle out of Jenna as she spread her thighs. His heart
pounded with excitement as he once more got on his knees between his mother's legs. His eyes were
glued to the shape of her cock and balls right in front of him with her dressing gown draped over
them.

"There's nothing quite as beautiful as a boy who knows his place," he heard Jenna say dreamily. He
tore his eyes off her cock to look up at her and time slowed to a crawl as he drank in the way she
looked at him. "Come on then," she eventually said, bringing a foot up in front of him and wiggling
her toes.

Alex took her foot and pressed his thumbs into her soles. With nothing but hearsay and some fleeting
memories of videos watched during late-night binges to go on, Alex started his foot massage. He
explored her soft, smooth skin with his fingers, mostly playing it by ear as he applied pressure here
and there and judged what worked based on what got sighs of relief and even small moans out of
her. Every sound of pleasure from her was a reward by itself.

Completely absorbed in his work, he let himself be guided similarly as he slowly moved up from her
foot. He took small sounds of displeasure as a signal to linger and pay more attention to a spot
before moving on further up as he stroked and kneaded his way up her calf. When his hands reached
her thigh and slipped under her gown, they pulled it aside and revealed her cock.

Alex simply couldn't keep his eyes on his hands with such a distracting sight in his peripheral vision.
Saliva pooled in his mouth as his eyes kept flicking to her wrist-thick monster. As his hands worked,
he watched it begin to rise, confirming that he wasn't the only one feeling a different kind of tension
growing in the room. The way her semi-erect cock arced under its weight drove home its already
intimidating size.

Alex noticed his breathing becoming heavier again at the sight after it had been slow and relaxed
during his meditative work. As his hands wandered further and further up Jenna's thigh, Alex leant in
closer, picking up her virile scent. When one of Alex's hands left her thigh and moved toward her
pulsing cock, he felt something press against his chest.

Alex whined in meek protest as Jenna pushed him back with the foot he had so far neglected and
wiggled it in front of his face meaningfully. "Good job so far," she appraised with a smile.

Alex set about massaging her other leg, though he couldn't devote himself to it with quite the same
patience. His hands worked away on mostly muscle memory while he listened to Jenna's moans and
watched in awe as her leviathan rose to its whole towering size. He was drawing in short panting
breaths laced with her heady scent by the time his hands were on her thigh again.
Alex didn't even notice the background noise of the movie suddenly being gone, nor did he take
notice of Jenna's hand coming towards his head until her fingers touched his chin. He somewhat
reluctantly let her guide him up to face her. He could immediately see in her smile and her eyes that
she was very pleased with him, which mixed some simple happiness into the uncontrollable lust
filling his mind.

"Great job. You really know how to treat a lady," she praised and pulled him in to kiss him.

"Mom, can I...?" he panted, "Please?"

"Mmm, now aren't you eager to please? Just how I like it," she grinned, drinking in the desperate
submissive desire that was written all over his face. "But it's getting late. Bedtime for my baby boy,"
she said with feigned disappointment.

She shushed Alex's complaints and scooped him into her arms. Carrying him to his bed, she teased
him by holding him low enough for his butt to rest on her cock.

Most of the following week was a blur for Alex. Some things stood out, like the shit-eating grin on
Jim's face as he bragged about how easily he'd gotten laid. Then there was that awful moment of
realization in the locker room on Tuesday when he noticed that it was quite apparent in his speedos
that there was something between his cheeks.

Coach Nilsen had started putting even more focus on his legs and butt and he'd even sometimes
gasped in shock when she'd correct his posture during stretches and he'd feel her hands on his
cheeks. Intimidated and excited by the imposingly tall and confident woman's ever more apparent
interest, he had no idea how to react to her constant tests of his boundaries but luckily there would
always be someone else calling for her attention whenever she'd get too pushy.

Outside of those moments, he spent most of his waking moments with his head full of Jenna's cock.
He hadn't had to wait long to get another taste of it as on Monday evening she had dragged him
along into the shower where he had inevitably ended up on his knees and entirely covered in a
temporary but much more satisfying mark of ownership than the one inked into his skin.

Whenever he wasn't sucking Jenna's cock with ever greater enthusiasm, he was usually fantasising
about having it inside him, listening to her ravish his exes after he came home from swim training, or
watching videos of her fucking strangers to screaming orgasms. True to her word, she had provided
him with login details for her website where most of the clips he had watched came from and new
ones appeared daily.

The biggest upset came on Saturday after lunch. Alex was lying on his bed writing a comment about
what he had enjoyed most in the latest video he had watched, an additional condition Jenna had set
for giving him his account, when Jenna burst in.

"The kitchen is a goddamn mess," she almost shouted. "You just take it for granted, don't you?" She
continued, jabbing an accusatory finger towards Alex.

"What?" Alex stammered as he looked at her confused and slightly frightened.

"I spend what little free time I have cleaning up after you so you can waste all day doing nothing,
huh?" She ranted as she approached him. "Well that's over," she declared threateningly, grabbing his
wrist and dragging him out of the room.
Instead of taking him to the kitchen, Jenna first had him do the laundry. Despite Alex's feeble
protests, this included the clothes he was wearing. Once he had undressed, Jenna had him clean the
house under her watchful eye.

Every piece of clothing wrongfully put into the drier, corner not vacuumed, streak left on a glass
surface or other mistake was immediately punished with a sharp slap to Alex's plugged butt. Due to
his inexperience after having barely done anything around the house up to that point, it was a long
and low process.

Embarrassed, humiliated and aroused by having to expose himself to Jenna, Alex had trouble
focussing which meant his cheeks were red and stinging before he was even halfway finished.
Cleaning the windows was delicious torture, his heart thundering in his ears as he prayed nobody
saw his naked form, especially his rock hard tiny penis.

Casting occasional glances over his shoulder, Alex could see Jenna's fury slowly evaporate. He was
deeply flattered by the way Jenna openly ogled his naked body once her rage had subsided. Once, he
saw a grin on her face just after she had spanked him. Further distracted by the thought that his
mother seemed to enjoy punishing him, Alex put a stack of plates into the wrong cupboard.

The mix of pain and pleasure that followed immediately was accompanied by a new sense of
satisfaction. Just when his involuntary moan had left his throat, he felt a hand gently wrap around it
from behind. „You did that on purpose, didn't you?" Jenna whispered into his ear conspiratorially.
After a moment's hesitation as he thought about what she would want to hear, Alex slowly nodded.
„Oh dear, what am I going to do with you?" Jenna chuckled.

It was getting dark by the time Alex poured the mop bucket down the drain in the upstairs bathroom,
finally done cleaning the house. „Well done, baby," Jenna assessed his work. She sent a shiver up his
spine with the slightest touch of her fingertips on his reddened cheek. „I hope you remembered
everything because I expect the house to be spotless when I come home from now on. Understood?"
she declared.

„Yes," Alex said timidly, choking down his complaint as he waved goodbye to a good chunk of his free
time.

„Good boy," she chirped. Alex got goosebumps from her fingers running over his skin as she wrapped
her arms around him and hugged him from behind. Her warm body against his back was a pleasant
contrast to the cool air and cold tile floor. „You know, I think as a reward for a job well done you get
to clean me next. I could use a nice relaxing bath. How does that sound?" Jenna mused.

"Sounds great," Alex burst out, brimming with excitement at the prospect of getting his hands on her.

"I thought as much," Jenna chuckled, "Be back in a few."

While the tub filled and the bath oil's flowery scent spread through the room, Alex scattered some
candles he had found in a cabinet around the room. As he lit them, he heard bare feet step into the
room. His breath caught in his throat when he looked over just in time to see Jenna let her bathrobe
slip from her shoulders.

Alex stared at her, still amazed by the sight of her naked body no matter how many times he'd
already seen it. Rather than clashing against the mouthwatering feminine curves of her breasts and
hips, the huge cock and balls between her thighs only complemented her and made her all the more
stunning. It was clear from the smug expression on her face that she knew very well what her body
did to him, not that his thumb-sized erection made it particularly hard to guess.
"Mmm, I could get used to this," Jenna purred stepping into the tub. After a deep sigh as she soaked
in the warmth for a moment, she lazily waved Alex over and leant forward.

Following her hint, Alex approached her and began washing her back. What started as simply
lathering her up quickly turned into a gentle backrub. Alex enjoyed feeling his mother's warm soft
skin and the affirmation that he was doing a good job he got from her occasional pleasured sighs
made it all the sweeter. The glances he got at her boobs from behind paled in comparison to the
view he got when Jenna leant back.

Bent over her from behind, Alex was momentarily stupefied by the way the beautiful mounds on his
mother's chest were emphasized by the water pooling between them and even more so by the
leviathan rising from the water between her thighs.

Jenna roused him from his trance by walking him through properly washing her hair. Alex followed
her instructions to the letter and massaged her scalp as attentively as her back, growing ever fonder
of pampering every inch of her luxurious body.

He moved down, treating her neck and shoulders with the same care, though his eyes were mostly
glued to her front. "Still obsessed with them, hm?" Jenna remarked with a grin when she caught him
staring in one of the rare moments when she'd open her eyes. Alex blushed but, seeing her simply
close her eyes and relax again, took it as permission to proceed. His heart pounded with excitement
as his hands descended towards Jenna's chest.

Her bountiful mounds felt amazing under his hands as he spread foam and water all over them,
feeling incredibly lucky that she simply allowed him to let his hands roam over them. He gently
squeezed them, circled his fingers around her pink areola and flicked his thumbs across her stiff
nipples. Every quickening of her heartbeat he felt through her soft breasts, every gasp or small
pleasured moan he elicited from her filled him with pride.

Not even the sight of his fingers sinking into Jenna's beautiful breasts could keep his eyes from
flicking to her cock. He was drawn to her throbbing spear as if by a silent Siren's song, saliva pooling
in his mouth at the thought of how it would feel in his throat.

"Hate to spoil your fun but there are other parts of me that need attention," Jenna said slyly, raising a
leg out of the water to underline her point. Reluctantly letting go of her boobs, Alex walked around
the tub to start lathering up her leg. Starting at her foot and working his way down her leg, Alex still
found it far from unpleasant thanks to the warm water on her skin making her long smooth legs look
and feel even sexier than normal. Being closer to the part of her he was most eager to get his hands
on was an added benefit.

After treating her other leg with the same reverence he'd shown every inch of her divine body, Alex
stood there awkwardly for a moment and took in her stunning beauty, feeling pride and satisfaction
at how his efforts had left her completely relaxed. He almost wondered if she was asleep until she
cracked open one eye to look at him.

"We both know you're not quite done yet," she smirked, hanging her calves over the edge of the tub
to make room, "come on in."

Alex complied eagerly. The warmth seeping into him from the water was very welcome but nothing
compared to the view he got as he knelt between his mother's thighs, getting a glimpse of her pussy
under her massive balls and the monstrous shaft sticking out of the water. "Do what you do best,"
Jenna offered entirely superfluous encouragement as she flexed her inner muscles to make her
glistening cock jump.

A tingle of excitement ran through Alex when his hand touched the base of Jenna's cock and he
immediately began slowly working it up and down her veiny shaft. Hopelessly failing to encircle her
immense girth, it was soon joined by his other hand as they ran up to her crown and down to the
water again and again in a vain attempt to wash away the salty lubricant liberally flowing from her
tip.

Alex stared at the majestic monster pulsing right in front of him in awe as his comparatively tiny
hands explored every inch of it. It seemed absurd that not even that long ago, he would have been
disgusted by it. He mentally chided his past self for failing to recognize that it deserved his devotion
just like the woman it belonged to.

Picking up the scent of her pre as his hands seamlessly shifted between cleaning, exploring and
playing with Jenna's cock, he could only keep his lips off it for so long. When Alex kissed Jenna's cock
in her most sensitive spot just under her cumslit, her sharp inhalation seemed almost apathetic
compared to his drawn-out moan dripping with satisfaction.

His hand still running all over her shaft, Alex licked up to her tip and placed another kiss on it. Sucking
hungrily, he lapped up her pre and spread its saltiness all over his mouth. The circles his tongue ran
over her tip widened until his lips unsealed from her silky skin and he shifted his head this way and
that, tongue hanging out of his open mouth and pressed flat against her cock. He drank in the view as
he gave her glans a tongue bath, watching Jenna's breathing quicken as she savoured his tender
loving care with her head laid back on the tub's rim

"Fuck, why does it taste so good?" Alex wondered aloud.

Jenna giggled. "I told you didn't I?" she asked rhetorically, raising her head to look at him with
amusement. "That taste means you're doing what you're supposed to," she reminded him.

"Yes," Alex agreed, shuddering slightly when he remembered her telling him so. His tongue and lips
roamed wider and wider on her cock, displacing one hand further down. His fingers cradled each of
her huge balls in turn, felt the liquid weight within and brushed probingly against her lower lips but
went no further when he saw an eyebrow raised in warning. Alex smeared her pre all over his face as
his lips, tongue and hand danced all over her shaft. He lost track of time, failing to notice how the
candles slowly burned down and the water gradually cooled while he lost himself in his worship.

"Such a devoted lover. Those girls are missing out," Jenna said mockingly. "You're having more fun
with my cock than yours, aren't you?" she remarked.

"Mhm," Alex confessed, unwilling to remove his lips from her cock for a more eloquent response.

"That's a good slut," Jenna praised, leaving Alex overjoyed. "And don't worry, you'll get plenty of
practice until you're perfect," she promised.

He could have kept at it forever if it wasn't for the increasingly uncomfortable emptiness in his
throat. When it became simply too much to bear, he kissed his way up to her tip, making eye contact
with Jenna as she watched him work, visibly pleased with his performance. She seemed to read his
intention as her confident smug grew to a grin even before he opened wide and took as much of her
crown into his mouth as he could fit.
His tongue danced back and forth across her cumvein while Alex impaled his face on his mother's
cock in one slow, smooth motion, his throat accepting the massive insertion as if they were purpose-
built for each other. His eyes rolled up in gratification as the last inch slipped past his lips. He all too
happily bore the discomfort of getting some water in his nose if it meant he got to have his throat
spread tightly around her shaft with all the pleasant tingles it entailed as her veins throbbed inside
him.

As he basked in the pleasant sensations of having her towering cock lodged all the way inside him, he
tried to imagine how it would feel in his ass. He knew that the orgasm she had given him when she
shoved his dildo up his ass was possibly the most intense he'd ever had and that having his dildo in
his throat was nowhere near as satisfying as the real thing. If there was a similar difference, he could
scarcely imagine how it would feel when she'd finally fuck him.

Coming up for breath, he somewhat reluctantly pulled completely off. "Mom, are you," he began
before hesitating. Even after all that had happened, he still couldn't quite believe what he was about
to say. "Are you going to fuck me soon?" he asked.

"You aren't ready yet," Jenna replied dismissively.

"But you said you're moving up the schedule, and it's already been over a week," Alex protested.

"I said you aren't ready yet," Jenna said forcefully, cutting through the relaxed atmosphere in the
room. "What, you really think you know better than me what's good for you?" she asked, her eyes
burning with fury at his disobedience.

"No," Alex relented meekly.

"Good. Now stop ruining the mood," Jenna put an end to the discussion. "That's it," she sighed and
relaxed into the tub again as Alex's mouth went back to work on her cock, taking extra care to suck
and lick it to make up for his offence as he bobbed his head on it.

His hands joined in his nonverbal apology, one fondling and caressing her balls while the other
roamed over her body, caressing every inch of her belly, breasts and thigh he could reach. All the
while he alternated between bobbing on her cock to place a rapid successio of nlewd kisses on its
base and keeping it buried all the way to work his throat around it with hungry swallows.

Her cock inflating ever so slightly more inside him signalled that he was succeeding in rousing her
passion. It gave him a moment of anticipation and a chance to get one more lungful of air before she
started to buck her hips against his face and her hand came down to grip his hair.

He let out a gurgling moan as she started roughly fucking his face. After a good dozen thrusts, he
noticed the telltale signs that it wouldn't be long before he got the creamy reward for his
subservience. Sure enough, Jenna let out a deep moan of utter satisfaction seconds later and
forcefully rammed his head down on her pole one last time.

Alex barely had time to appreciate the feeling of her cumvein swelling on his tongue before he felt
her calves lock behind his back. She pulled him along as she slipped a bit deeper into the water, just
low enough for his face to slip under.

It was far from the first time that Jenna had decided unloading her virile seed as deep inside him as
possible was more important than him getting to breathe and Alex couldn't get himself to disagree.
Still, feeling water on his face added a hint of panic that heightened every sensation.
Again and again, he felt Jenna's orb in his hand pulse an instant before another pulse ran over his
tongue and down his throat to add to the growing mass of liquid heat in his stomach. With his
mother's orgasmic moans in his ears, Alex's sensitive ring clamped down on his plug in time with the
loads she pumped into him. Along with the pool of seed swelling his belly, a deep feeling of
gratification bloomed inside him.

Immediately dissolving in the bathwater, thin fluids flowed from his penis as he almost came from
the flood of sensations assaulting his mind as he barely clung to consciousness. After he heard a
heavy sigh, the flood of cum slowly stopped and Jenna eventually pulled him off her cock.

Sucking down a rattling breath, Alex collapsed on top of her, his head resting on her belly as he
recovered from her orgasm until her flagging cock came to rest on the side of his flushed face.

After an uneventful Monday came yet another Tuesday with yet another protein shake lovingly
milked from his mother's cock, yet another day of hardly pretending to listen to lectures, yet another
afternoon of stretching, squatting and diving as coach Nilsen ogled him and yet another evening
listening to his mother fucking the brains out of one of his exes.

The growing routine was broken after he heard an orgasmic scream that unmistakably came

from Sandra. Rather than the usual continued rutting, he heard brief silence and then picked up
footsteps in the otherwise quiet house. His heart beat faster as the footsteps grew louder until his
bedroom door flew open. "I know you're awake," he heard Jenna say, slightly out of breath and
audibly irritated.

Dropping the useless pretence, Alex hesitantly opened his eyes and blinked several times to adjust to
the strip of light coming into his room. His heart skipped a beat when his eyes fell on his mother
standing in the door naked. Covered in a sheen of sweat, chest rising and falling with heavy breaths
and with her immense hard cock coated in mixed juices she radiated ferocious sexual aggression.

"Your worthless slut of an ex passed out on me," she snarled, "Come here and finish it."

Her order left Alex momentarily stunned. Before he had even fully processed what had happened, he
reacted to seeing her hard cock and pulled the covers aside to get to serving her.

"No. On your back, head right here," she commanded as he crawled over, pointing at the edge of the
bed. Alex obeyed reflexively, laying down and looking up at her with uncertainty but Jenna wasn't
quite content. With an annoyed grunt, she grabbed his throat and bodily pulled him towards her so
his head was hanging off the edge of the bed.

Alex had just a second to take in the upside-down view of Jenna's crotch before she lowered her sack
to his face. With his vision blocked by her balls, Alex couldn't see the lecherous grin on Jenna's face
when she confirmed that his tattoo was in precisely the right spot.

Alex's vision was returned to him a second later when Jenna stepped back. Seeing her line her cock
up with his mouth, Alex opened wide and greedily stuck out his tongue. He got more than he
bargained for when Jenna stepped forward again, forcing her tip past his lips and straight to the
entrance into his pliable throat. Not even all the practice he'd gotten in recent weeks prevented him
from choking when Jenna thrust her hips forward, ramming her cock down his straightened-out
gullet.
With her balls grinding against Alex's eyes, she shifted forward further so even when she pulled her
hips back before the next forceful thrust, her cock still blocked off his air. She didn't give Alex much
time to dwell on the implications, immediately beginning to pummel his face with forceful thrusts.

Between choking and gagging thanks to her rough treatment of his throat, Alex marvelled at how
different her cock felt in his throat with crisscrossing veins rather than her smooth urethra slipping
over his tongue. He was all the more aware of this as her hand gripped his throat tightly. Every time
she bottomed out inside him, her intense scent filled Alex's nose as it was pushed right into the point
where her cock and sack connected while her balls filled his vision. On every outswing, she pulled
along some thick spittle that ran down Alex's face.

It slowly dawned on him that at that moment, she wasn't there to let him show his devotion to her
and worship her like a living sex goddess like he usually did. She was simply using him as a warm hole
to dump a load in. It didn't matter how much he'd come to enjoy serving her orally, it didn't matter
what he wanted, all that mattered was her pleasure and his oxygen-starved brain was absolutely
loving every second of it.

He ignored the burning in his lungs and sloppily sucked as best he could while she fucked his throat.
When his vision began to swim, his hands blindly groped around in the air until they found her hips.
Rather than trying to push her away, he reached around to her ass and added what feeble strength
he could muster to her brutal thrusts. His eyes were drifting shut as stars appeared before them
when his dulled senses delivered something unexpected to his barely-functioning brain.

"Mommy?" he heard a vaguely familiar feminine voice. "What the fuck?" the voice screamed. Alex's
eyes shot back open when he recognized Sandra's voice. He kicked his legs and made indistinct
choking noises as Jenna continued to pound away undeterred. "Is, is that him?" Sandra asked
incredulously.

Suddenly, Alex felt as if something inside him broke. He let out the closest thing to a scream he could
with Jenna's behemoth cock occupying his throat and gripped down on her soft cheeks while his
entire body spasmed. With his sphincter gripping his plug painfully tight, he came hard as the
realization of who was watching him sank in. Spurts of watery cum shot from his penis to land on his
chest as he went limp, at the brink of unconsciousness.

Alex still sucked on Jenna's cock desperately as he faintly felt her pull it out of him. "Holy shit did he
just," Sandra stammered in disbelief as Alex's senses slowly returned to him. His sluggishly focussing
eyes first fell on Jenna's cock which was still hard and positively dripping with juices and then made
their way up, or rather down, to her face.

There was a curious expression on Jenna's features. She looked at him as if he was simultaneously an
exotic creature, a piece of abstract art and the sexiest thing in the world. Instead of a sudden loss of
interest or post-orgasm clarity, Alex's mind was obsessed with the realization that Jenna still hadn't
finished.

He weakly rolled over, taking little notice of Sandra standing by his bed with her mouth hanging open
in shock, and hefted himself up to nurse on the first few inches of Jenna's cock.

"Yes, he is, and yes, he did," Jenna finally said, taking control of the situation. "And as you can see, he
at least makes an effort to be a good fuck," she added with Alex still suckling on her tip with pleasure.
"Now if you're done gawking, I'll tell you two how you'll celebrate your reunion," she snarled
authoritatively. Alex mewled weakly when she stepped back and gestured for Sandra to get on the
bed next to him. "You both failed to get me off but I'll give you a chance to make it up to me," Jenna
laid out, "Whoever of you shows me you want it more gets to find out how it feels to cum your brains
out while I fill your ass."

The strength of her grip made Alex wince as Jenna grabbed him and Sandra by a shoulder and easily
pulled them up off the bed to make room for herself. "Now get to it," Jenna ordered as she sat on the
bed and spread her thighs wide.

"Wait, you expect me to just accept this?" Sandra said indignantly, overwhelmed by the depravity of
the situation she found herself in. Her hesitation gave Alex a chance to get a head start.

With his weak legs almost buckling by themselves, Alex dropped to his knees at the altar of Jenna's
virility. His hands rose reverently to her imposing cock and pulled it against his face as he
affectionately lapped at her underside.

A thought floated somewhere in his foggy mind that what was happening was wrong. He distantly
recalled the idea that he shouldn't want his mother to fuck him, that he shouldn't be seen nuzzling
and licking her cock, that he shouldn't want to sexually serve the one who stole his girlfriend. Yet,
doing it in spite of all taboos was all the hotter.

He dutifully licked and stroked her cock, driven on by her taste and the promise of a long-awaited
reward. "Ugh," He heard Sandra grunt in frustration, "Get away from her, loser."

He tried his best to keep his tongue on Jenna's cock while Sandra dropped to her knees beside him,
her body pressing against his side insistently. Although two sets of hands and lips could easily fit and
work on Jenna's massive endowments, Sandra got right up against Alex and tried to push him away
while he did his best to simply continue his worship.

Their struggle for territory went on as their hands and mouths roamed over Jenna's shaft before it
settled into a stalemate of sorts. Each of them had one hand cradling one of Jenna's heavy cum-
factories and the other chasing their rival's hand around her shaft while their heads were mashed
against each other at her crown. While lapping and kissing at her silky skin, they tried to push each
other's head aside so they could get their lips around her tip. Jenna looked on in apparent
amusement at their lover's quarrel.

"This is mine," Alex heard Sandra said spitefully a moment before her elbow knocked the breath from
his lungs. Momentarily stunned, he couldn't resist as she pushed him away. In the handful of seconds
it took him to recover, he could only watch as Sandra pushed herself against Jenna's cock and took its
tip into her mouth. What came next gave him a sinking feeling in his stomach.

Sandra brought her hands to her chest and pushed her boobs together against Jenna's cock. Barely
handfuls, they were far too small to envelop the gigantic shaft. Still, seeing Sandra rub her soft
mounds up and down against Jenna's cock while sucking on her tip left Alex feeling strangely
inadequate, painfully aware that she was pleasuring his mother's cock in a way he simply couldn't.

Alex didn't let her unfair advantage deter him, especially not with the prize Jenna had promised.
Unfortunately, he just couldn't get at her cock. Sandra kept shifting around, pushing and elbowing
him away as he tried to get past her. She seemed content to ignore him as long as he limited himself
to Jenna's sack.

Frustrated, he devoted himself to serving her how he could all the more enthusiastically. His tongue
provided the smooth skin of his mother's sack with a fresh coat of saliva before he gave one of her
massive orbs a passionate french kiss. He moaned at her taste as he licked and suckled on it. His
tongue kept dancing across the skin caught between his lips as he sucked on the fist-sized orb as
hungrily as he would her cock.

He felt his lips stretching as he got the pulsing orb partway into his mouth. His eyes shot open when
his efforts turned out far more successful than he would have hoped for, the whole orb suddenly
filling his mouth. He didn't fail to notice Jenna cooing in surprise and pleasure, taking pride in having
elicited a stronger response from her than his ex.

"Oh my," Jenna said before the combined efforts of her mixed pair of horny sluts forced another
moan from her lips. "That's a first. Well, almost," she marvelled. "Clearly, one of you wants my cock
and the other is content to suck my balls. That can be arranged," she announced the results of the
depraved competition.

While Sandra squealed gleefully, Alex's heart sank as he processed her words. Nevertheless, his
tongue refused to stop using what little room it had to wiggle against her skin even as Sandra helped
Jenna push him back. "Mom no, please," he begged as soon as her huge orb popped out of his lips.

"You'll have to try harder next time," Jenna concluded with a rueful note in her voice. She reached
down to grasp Alex's throat and pulled him up as she got off the bed before she tossed him on it.

Alex landed on his back and a few seconds later, he had his breath driven from his lungs again as
Sandra landed on top of him. Having shoved Sandra after him, Jenna got on the bed as well. She
pulled Sandra's prone body up so she was on all fours and manoeuvred her forward until her crotch
was right above Alex's face.

It was an absurd sight for him. Even in the low light, he could see his ex-girlfriend's pussy looked
nothing like when he had last been this close to it. It was gaping wide with her petals curled outward,
waiting for the brutal fucking that was not to come. He could make out glistening lines on the inside
of her thighs, scrunching his face when a drop of her juices landed on his face.

When he opened his eyes again, he saw Jenna's hands on Sandra's ass, one holding her steady while
the other went to her hole. He gasped in disbelief at the way Sandra's skin was pulled outward as she
grunted with exertion, then his eyes went wide when he saw the metal plug that emerged from
Sandra's sphincter. It looked almost even wider than his own.

"Why don't you hold on to that?" he heard his mother's voice as she dropped the plug on his chest.
He could see on Sandra's belly how she almost hyperventilated with excitement. His shock at the size
of Sandra's plug was quickly forgotten when he saw Jenna line up her monster with Sandra's gaping
holes.

A confusing tide of emotions roiled inside him when he watched Jenna grasp her cock to point it at
Sandra's winking star. He mewled in feeble protest when the slightest of thrusts had Jenna's tip make
contact with Sandra's hole. Taking firm hold of Sandra's hips, Jenna drove her enormous cock into
the petite girl in one slow but inexorable thrust.

Alex could only watch and listen as Jenna's cock slowly vanished into Sandra's ass. The huge outline
appearing in Sandra's flat belly made it seem all the more surreal. Sandra's moan at the initial
insertion turned into a squeal and then a scream as the bulge in her belly grew. Even after it grew out
of Alex's field of vision, he watched Jenna shuffle forward on her knees as she continued to force
more throbbing meat past Sandra's stretched ring.

Jenna hadn't even fully hilted herself when Alex saw Sandra's thighs quiver and a shot of clear juices
covered his face. As Jenna's hips finally met Sandra's cheeks, her sack and the twin orbs sloshing
inside hung just above his lips. Jenna held for a second with the petite girl's body pulled against her
before she forcefully pulled back out and hammered her cock back in, setting the tone for the brutal
pounding that followed.

Alex watched enthralled as Jenna pounded her cock into Sandra again and again, forcing increasingly
hoarse screams from the overstimulated girl every time Jenna bottomed out inside her with a loud
wet slap. With Jenna's grunts and Sandra's screams filling his ears and mixed juices dripping down on
him liberally, Alex lost his struggle to not drown in the tide of emotions inside him.

Watching his mother assfuck the girl he once thought to be the love of his life, the mix of humiliation,
shame and arousal overwhelmed his mind. He was ashamed because he had failed to earn his place
on her cock and he was ashamed because of how much it turned him on to watch them from his
humiliating position, but beyond that, he was deeply jealous.

It wasn't the fact that he had to watch as the girl that some forgotten part of him still considered his
girlfriend was fucked from orgasm to orgasm that made him jealous. He was jealous because he felt
robbed of his chance to have his ass used for his mother's pleasure as she had done with his mouth.
He desperately wanted to trade places with Sandra and experience the obviously mind-blowing
sensations that came from being a good buttslut for her. He wanted to be the one making her grunt
with exertion and pleasure as she fucked him for all he's worth.

Once again the only way he could express his need to serve her was her sack swinging right above his
lips, hitting his nose with every thrust. He heard Jenna laugh when he extended his tongue. "That's it,
be a good boy and suck mommy's nuts," she grunted. Alex eagerly did as he was told, adding a wet
popping sound to the symphony of lewd noises whenever his lips sealed and unsealed around her
swinging balls. The mixed scents flooding his nose drove all remnants of coherent thoughts from
Alex's mind.

He could feel her heavy orbs churn with more and more liquid heat and hear Jenna's grunts come
harder and faster while Sandra had all but fallen silent some point after her upper body had hit the
bed above him with a heavy thump.

With a deafening primal roar, Jenna hilted herself in Sandra's limp body. Alex felt her balls jump off
his tongue and descend back onto it as Jenna pumped shot after shot of virile seed into Sandra's guts.
Some of it leaked from the girl's abused sphincter and ran down to add to the mixed juices covering
Alex's face.

When her balls had settled on Alex's mouth again, Jenna shoved Sandra off her cock. The hot seed
running out of her ruined ass left a trail on Alex's forehead as her unconscious body collapsed above
him. More cum leaked from her, forming a puddle and seeping into Alex's hair as Jenna, panting
heavily, shuffled back a bit and wordlessly presented her cock to Alex.

Without hesitation, Alex began licking her beautiful beast clean, moaning as he sucked the last bit of
cum from her slit. "Perfect," Jenna said breathlessly, beaming with satisfaction.
HONOUR THY MOTHER CH. 11
Alex's thoughts raced as he knelt facing the front door. Jenna would be home soon and everything
had to be perfect. His plan had to work.

Another two weeks had gone by and she still hadn't taken his ass. His ass easily accepted his plug and
felt uncomfortably empty without it but still, she hadn't judged him ready for her yet.

She had made him suck her cock near enough every day. Still, no matter how passionately he
worshipped it, he hadn't managed to convince her that he wanted it enough.

Far from content to simply let him stew in his desire, she had relentlessly fanned it ever further. The
past weeks had been a neverending torment of teasing and humiliation, starting with his daily
inspections.

Where once he only had to bend over and present his plugged behind for his mother to see, they had
become much more involved. Jenna would play with his plug, reinserting it and twisting it inside him.
She would grope and spank his cheeks to the sound of her appreciative coos and his aroused gasps.
She would loudly fantasize about how sexy his butt was and how much she would enjoy what she
was going to do to it, leaving him flustered and proud of his body in a way he once couldn't have
imagined.

At the end of these minutes-long ordeals, Alex would be a panting, quivering, desperately horny
mess, clear liquids dripping from his ignored penis as he teetered on the brink of an orgasm that just
wouldn't come. He knew better than to beg her for release as that would only get him another
probably unpleasant reminder that it wasn't his pleasure he should be concerned with.

And in truth, he wasn't, at least whenever he found himself on his knees in front of his mother. In
those moments, he was fully preoccupied with worshipping every inch of her superhuman
endowment and basking in the satisfaction of serving someone who so indubitably, naturally
deserved his obedience. The anticipation of his rich, creamy reward made it all the sweeter.

Between these increasingly regular bouts of debauchery, however, he had become more and more
obsessed with pursuing a singular goal thanks to the unbearable arousal filling his mind. It boiled
hotter every time Jenna had surprised him with a tight embrace and kissed him passionately as her
hand roamed all over him, every time she had pressed herself against him from behind as he was
cleaning or cooking and whispered into his ear about all the things she was going to do to him.

Sometimes, he had given in to temptation when reinserting his plug and slowly pumped it in and out
of his sensitive ring a few times while moaning with desperate need. The thought of jerking off,
however, had never even entered his mind. Even while showering he had avoided touching his penis
as much as possible and taken great care to not set off his hair-trigger and give himself an orgasm he
hadn't earned permission for.
Just the fact that it wasn't his decision to make if, when, and how he got to experience pleasure
already turned him on, which didn't make his state any easier to bear. It did make him try even
harder to please his mother, partially in an attempt to replicate his miraculous oral orgasm and
partially to get her to finally give him what he now unabashedly wanted.

It was this eagerness to please her that blew away any trace of reservations he might otherwise have
had. After Jenna had so dramatically dropped any pretence of secrecy about fucking his latest ex, the
others had soon followed.

Coming home already flustered from coach Nilsen's continued probing of his boundaries to find the
house filled with the sounds of flesh slapping against flesh, furniture creaking and feminine moans
had already become normal and, in Alex's lust-crazed mind, exciting. He had given up trying to resist
the urge to get a look at what was happening, as witnessing it in person was so much hotter than the
video of it he would inevitably watch later.

Unlike the previous times, however, Jenna had pulled the girl's head around by the hair to make sure
the girl's glazed eyes saw Alex standing in the open door to his room. First with Janine and then a
couple of days later Maria, Alex had seen a flash of recognition flick across the girl's blissed-out face
as he stood and watched the lewd scene in front of him. Maria had even begun to say sorry before a
shuddering orgasm cut her apology short.

Held in place by Jenna's eyes fixed on his, Alex could do nothing but stew in his humiliation, seething
arousal and growing desire to switch places with the girls she had taken from him. A part of him was
even disappointed that unlike with Sandra, she hadn't made him participate.

Instead, she had made him lick clean both her and the girl's unconscious body once she was done
with her for the night. Just like anything else she demanded of him, Alex had immediately and fully
devoted himself to this task.

Despite his best efforts to serve her every whim, she had frustratingly never decided he was ready
for the final step. Even when she had taken him to get his hair redyed and he had agreed to get it
styled into a ponytail and bangs with some light extensions, she had spent the whole evening openly
eye-fucking him but dashed his hopes that she would take it further than an unusually chaste
goodnight kiss.

That night, Alex had made two decisions. Firstly, wearing his hair like that was absolutely worth the
time spent in front of the mirror making sure it looked just right as well as the embarrassment of
going outside with a decidedly feminine hairstyle. Secondly, he had to do something or he'd lose his
mind.

Christmas was just a few days away and they would both be home until the new year. The thought of
her teasing and denying him for days on end was maddening so he had come up with a plan. He
would get her relaxed, put her in a good mood and then turn her on so much that she couldn't stop
herself from finally giving him what he so badly needed. It was a simple plan but his options were
limited.

He had planned out every detail of his little plot and, as occurred to him at some point, put more
thought into it than he ever had into anything else. He had managed to get everything he needed
while out grocery shopping as Jenna seemed to not pay particularly close attention to how he spent
the money she gave him for groceries. He had even managed to sneakily buy a Christmas present for
her.
And it was this plan of his that now had him kneeling naked in the hall, fidgeting nervously as he
waited for his mother to come home. He wanted to jump up and double-check everything was in
place, to check himself in a mirror and see how much damage he had done to his hair by
absentmindedly messing with it but Jenna should be home any minute and he couldn't risk missing
his moment.

Alex took a deep breath and folded his arms behind his back, resolving to hold his chosen pose as he
waited. The awkwardness of kneeling in the empty house listening to his heart thundering in his ears
was thankfully short.

After few but torturous minutes, he heard a car pull up the driveway, soon followed by the muffled
click of heels and, finally, the door being unlocked. Alex's breath caught in his throat as Jenna walked
in.

Alex took in the redhead bombshell's curves, quite apparent even through her conservative office
clothes. The way she towered over his kneeling form thanks to her heels further enhanced her
natural air of authority. The palpable aura of frustration radiating off her was intimidating but at that
moment, it played into Alex's hand perfectly.

"Welcome home!" Alex chirped in a cheerful, welcoming tone he had perfected through dozens of
rehearsals. He leant his head back and looked up at his mother with his mouth wide open and tongue
stuck out expectantly.

A wolfish grin split Jenna's full lips as she threw the door shut behind her. Alex felt goosebumps
spread on his forearms when he realized that the sheer sluttiness he displayed put most porn he'd
seen to shame.

Rather than return his greeting, Jenna reached behind herself and Alex heard a zipper being undone.
His heart skipped a beat when Jenna's skirt fell away. Beautifully framed by a black garter belt, the
sight between Jenna's perfect thighs made Alex's mouth water.

He couldn't take his eyes off the smooth sack containing her twin fist-sized orbs and the knee-length
sleeping monster trapped against her leg by a straining silken stocking. He wanted to lunge forward
and nuzzle against her crotch but barely managed to stop himself and hold his pose, tongue wiggling
impatiently as he waited for Jenna to feed him her cock.

As if she knew how badly Alex wanted to taste her cock, Jenna took her sweet time as she freed her
beautiful beast from its silken prison. When she slapped it down on her son's face, Alex couldn't help
but moan at the satisfying warm weight on his skin and the scent in his nose.

Jenna chuckled and slapped his face with her cock again, marking him with teasing traces of her scent
from his lips to his forehead. Faintly feeling her pulse through the heavy meat covering half his face,
Alex couldn't stop his tongue from latching on to its underside. Her taste drew another involuntary
moan from his open mouth.

Just as soon as Alex's tongue touched her skin, Jenna deprived him of her cock again. She held up her
still-soft shaft, its tip hanging just an inch above Alex's hair. "Please," Alex begged breathlessly, "give
it to me."

Her grin growing wider, Jenna relented. Her heels clicked on the spotless floor as she shifted her feet
and placed her hooded tip on Alex's waiting tongue. He immediately wrapped his lips around her
spongy tip and sucked it into his mouth, letting out a muffled moan of satisfaction around it.
Looking up at her, Alex hungrily sucked every inch Jenna fed him into his mouth and down his throat.
No longer needing to hold up her shaft, Jenna gently rested her hand on Alex's head as it came ever
closer to her groin.

A small shiver ran through Alex down to his leaking penis when he finally felt Jenna's sack on his chin.
Flattening his nose against her pubic bone to get every last fraction of an inch, Alex heard Jenna purr,
"That's it." The swell of Jenna's bountiful breasts in her blazer blocked Alex's vision of her face but he
still knew she'd thrown her head back and closed her eyes to bask in the moment.

They both held still for a moment as Alex savoured every detail. Everything about that moment felt
so deeply right. Being naked and on his knees for her. Her hand on his head and its silent promise
that she could take control at any moment. Her scent in his nose. Her smooth skin on his chin. Her
cumvein on his tongue. Her shaft stretching his throat. Her veins pulsing deep inside him, dictating a
beat that his heart began to follow. His penis twitching in a pointless plea for attention. His plug
keeping him spread in preparation for what was hopefully soon to come.

The slightest movement of Jenna's fingers in his hair brought him back to reality. With a wet slurp, he
pulled back a few inches before he slammed his lips back down to the base of his mother's cock
where they belonged. He started bobbing back and forth, enjoying every second.

Alex loved feeling his mother's cock grow hard inside him. With every powerful beat of her heart, her
shaft became firmer, stretched his lips and throat wider, forced his tongue down in his mouth more
insistently, reached deeper inside him. It wasn't long before he felt the warmth of her salty natural
lubricant pumping into him. Every few thrusts, he had to adjust his pose slightly to create the
straightest passage for her that he could.

Jenna leant back slightly and thrust her hips out so she could watch Alex bury his face in her crotch
over and over again. Full of lust and adoration, Alex's big brown doe eyes stared into Jenna's stormy
greys while he forgot about everything but working his tongue, lips and throat around her cock. He
only pulled back far enough for the quick breaths he needed to stay conscious so he could keep
servicing her. Muffled by the massive cock lodged in his throat, Alex's moans were inaudible over the
wet slurps and Jenna's appreciative throaty purrs.

It took him a solid minute to remember that he wasn't just indulging his need to feel her cock in his
throat for its own sake. He reluctantly pulled back, granted unspoken permission by Jenna's hand.
When the vacuum seal of his sucking lips around Jenna's cock broke with a pop, Alex's eyes fell on
the colossal rod that had emerged from his mouth.

Shiny with his saliva and precum, the huge shaft jutting proudly from his mother's crotch was as
imposing as it was beautiful. Alex took a moment to admire every detail of it, the heavy orbs hanging
below it, the fat, vein-wreathed shaft that was as pale and smooth as almost any other part of her
body, her juicy pink crown, the ever so slight upward curve that showed him he had really turned her
on. He felt no small bit of pride at having brought it to its full erect glory.

He couldn't resist giving her tip another gentle, loving kiss and licking her delicious saltiness from his
lips before he returned to his plan. Bringing his face up under Jenna's cock, he locked his unobscured
eye on her pleased and slightly amused expression as he smeared half his face with the fluids clinging
to her shaft. Teasing her with his heavy breaths on her wet skin, he leant in until he could tongue at
her sack and fill his nose with her arousing scent.

"I love you mom," Alex confessed, beginning a well-rehearsed monologue, "You've always known
what's best for me and given me all I needed or could ask for." After a short pause for effect, he
continued, "I love your cock." He took a deep breath. "I love how it smells," he added. "I love how it
tastes," he admitted after a long lick across its underside. "I love how it feels in my mouth, in my
throat and on my face," he said with growing passion in his voice, rubbing his face back and forth
along her cock. "And I love how fucking huge it is. I can't stop thinking about it" he concluded.

"I love your cum," Alex all but moaned before he dove low to kiss and suck each of the fist-sized orbs
that provided him with his favourite meal replacement. "It's so hot and thick and delicious," he
gushed, pausing before he got to the core of his plan. "I want to see just how much you can cum. I
want to show you how much I appreciate you, spend all evening worshipping you, but I want you to
hold on until after dinner and then, I want you to let out all your frustration," he said as hungrily and
seductively as he could, "Could you do that for me, mom? Let me have your biggest load ever? Pump
me full of all your cum? Please?"

"Who are you and what have you done to my sweet, shy, innocent son?" Jenna asked jokingly,
staring down at Alex with a fire raging in her eyes.

"I'm your slutty little boy," Alex improvised, "Like I was always meant to be."

"Yes you are," Jenna purred, "Go on then."

Some time later, Alex walked into the kitchen, still recovering his breath and trying to get his soaked
hair somewhat presentable. Everything had gone exactly as planned. He had taken Jenna to the
bathroom and pampered every inch of her body while she simply relaxed in the tub and went
through two glasses of wine. Everything, that was, until he had joined her in the tub to clean her cock
in the only way either of them considered appropriate.

No sooner had his lips touched her skin than her hand shot down to grab his head and impale it on
her massive spear. In a heartbeat, Alex had fallen completely under her control. Swept up in the
moment, he had forgotten about any sort of plan, far too preoccupied with sucking and licking while
his hands gently massaged Jenna's churning orbs and his half-lidded eyes full of lust and submission
sought hers. When she suddenly pulled him off again, Alex whined pathetically in protest. "Not yet,
remember?" Jenna grinned and reminded him.

Trying to calm down, put himself together and get back to the plan, Alex put on an apron as he
entered the kitchen and put the finishing touches on the dinner he had partially prepared. He
became nervous again when Jenna walked in slightly sooner than he had anticipated. As he heard her
pour herself another glass of the wine already waiting for her on the table, nervousness turned into
excitement when Alex recognized an opportunity.

Stealing a brief look over his shoulder to make sure his back was facing directly towards Jenna, Alex
deliberately bent over at the waist as he opened the stove to take out the food. He took his time to
give Jenna as much of a show as he could. Before shutting the stove, he looked over his shoulder,
face flush from the heat inside and outside him, and locked eyes with Jenna before pulling his cheeks
apart to present the lewd invitation on the underside of his plug. "Well, it's a nice evening so far.
We'll see where it takes us," Jenna said with an auspicious smirk.

Alex made a point of constantly shifting from one foot to the other while he plated and arranged the
steak, bacon-wrapped green beans and Hasselback potatoes. When he turned around and
approached the table with a single plate, he saw Jenna shoot him a knowing look that was full of
approval and, much more importantly, burning desire. "Now this is the kind of dinner I could get
used to," Jenna said as Alex set down the plate in front of her.
"Me too," Alex replied, bit his lip and vanished under the table. His mouth watered as he crawled
toward the half-hard shaft parting the silken sea of Jenna's bathrobe. After a vain attempt to lift her
heavy orbs with his tongue, he brought his hands up to hug her cock against his face. Letting his eyes
drift shut, he heard cutlery clink above him as he lovingly stroked, kissed and licked all over his
mother's cock. He meant to stay like that, gently worshipping her wondrous womanhood as if it was
soft background music to accompany her dinner, but with her warmth, scent and taste filling his
senses he simply needed more.

Once more, he filled the void in his throat with her throbbing cock. Bobbing his head on her shaft and
caressing every inch of her he could reach, Alex occasionally made out long drawn-out muffled
moans of pleasure from above. It seemed Jenna was enjoying her steak, if nowhere near as much as
he was savouring the juicy meat in his mouth.

Eventually, the sounds of cutlery on porcelain stopped. Alex barely managed to stop himself from
crawling after Jenna when she pushed her chair back and pulled out of his mouth. "So, dinner's
over," she said in a tone that was equal parts threat and promise.

"Not here," Alex said breathlessly as he took in the barely-controlled lust radiating from Jenna's eyes,
"There's one more thing I want to do for you first."

With an eyebrow raised in curiosity, Jenna let Alex lead her up to her bedroom. "I never knew I raised
such a romantic," she quipped when they walked into the softly lit room and she saw the rose petals
strewn on her bed with massage oil on her nightstand. At Alex's request, she discarded her robe and
got on the bed face-down.

No matter how often he'd seen it, the sight of Jenna's body still amazed Alex. Between her slightly
spread thighs, Alex caught a glimpse of her balls and even her pussy. As if stubbornly refusing to
accept reality, his penis jumped at the sight of the beads of moisture glistening on her slit. Panting
with anticipation, he fetched the massage oil and got started.

Starting with Jenna's soles, Alex kneaded every last bit of stress out of Jenna, admiring the feeling of
her oil-slick skin as he worked his way up. "Mmmm," Jenna purred, "this has to be the one thing
you're better at than sucking my cock."

"I still need more practice then," Alex responded, already looking forward to it. Positively panting
while he worked his way further up, his eyes danced back and forth between her plump balls, her
glistening slit and her plush thighs. When he felt and saw his hands dig into her beautiful ass, a
sudden urge overcame him.

Alex's lips met Jenna's cheek with a wet smack that was immediately followed by Jenna's bright,
delighted laughter. Alex's hands and lips roamed over the smooth skin of Jenna's soft cheeks. All
pretence quickly evaporated as his hands went from massaging to caressing and groping. "You're so
beautiful," Alex moaned in between kisses. His hands roamed further up her back and dipped to the
side of her boobs, his lips following close. He peppered every inch of her with light kisses, Jenna
letting out small giggles at his utter devotion while he interspersed whispered expressions of his
bottomless adoration between his kisses.

When he reached her shoulders, Jenna turned around, her rock hard cock smacking his side as it
sprang free from under her. Sparks flew as their eyes locked and she pulled him in for a long,
passionate tongue-filled kiss that had them both moaning with seething desire. As soon as her hand
left the back of his head, Alex descended over her front.
He kissed her jaw, her throat and her collarbone before his lips joined his hands on her chest.
Groping her perfect pillows, Alex kissed her soft skin here and there before his lips finally locked
around her stiff pink nipple. "That's it baby, suck on mommy's tits," Jenna encouraged, pulling his
head against her. Alex complied eagerly, sucking and tonguing her sensitive nipple. "Good boy," she
purred as she tweaked her other nipple.

After what could have been minutes to Alex, his lips unsealed from Jenna's nipple. As much as he
loved her boobs, he wanted something else even more. After flicking his tongue over her nipple one
more time, he descended further. He caressed and kissed the underside of her boobs and then her
smooth belly. His heart raced as he licked up the precum that had stained her perfect skin when her
cock, now brushing against his arm and shoulder, had been trapped under her.

With her scent growing ever thicker in his nose, Alex teased himself as much as his mother by kissing
his way around her cock. He started from the inside of her thigh and worked his way inward as he
licked her crotch clean, gradually homing in on the base of her cock. His own penis was dripping with
precum as he licked his mother's off her enormous balls. "It almost looks like there's a certain part of
me you like most," Jenna smirked, her teasing tone strained as she struggled to keep herself under
control.

"Mhm," Alex hummed so he could keep his lips on the side of her cock for another second. "I want it
so bad," he breathed, "but not just in my mouth." He paused for a deep breath of pheromone-heavy
air. "Please fuck me, mom," he begged, "I need it."

"Hmm I don't know, I'm not sure you're ready yet," Jenna teased.

"My mouth wasn't ready either," Alex played his last card. Staring into his mother's eyes with hunger
and adoration, he lifted his head to the glistening tip of her towering cock, opened wide and took it
all in to the base in one smooth motion that made her inhale sharply with pleasure. Doing his best to
maintain eye contact over the heaving mountains of her breasts, Alex swallowed around her shaft
three times, milking her salty lubricant directly into his stomach, and then pulled off her just as
slowly, sucking and licking all the way. "Please give me a chance," he capped off his performance
with another desperate plea.

"Well, you do make a fine point," Jenna said with mock pensiveness, "Alright then." Alex's heart
skipped a beat. The next few seconds were a blur, his mind too overwhelmed by a mix of elation,
anticipation and a hint of anxiety to fully keep track of what was happening. When he came back to
reality, he was looking into Jenna's full-length mirror.

He saw Jenna sitting on the edge of the bed, her spread legs keeping his even further apart as he sat
in her lap. Besides his own flushed face and parted lips, he saw his mother's face, her eyes gleaming
as she looked over his shoulder. He could feel her warm skin on his back and thighs. He could feel the
curious absence of his plug. "You really think you're ready for this?" she whispered into his ear. He
gasped when a movement in the mirror attracted his eyes to a surreal sight.

Sticking out at an angle in front of him, his mother's cock completely obscured his genitals, and its tip
came worryingly close to his tattoo considering the angle it was at. He swallowed. "There's no going
back after this. Once I fuck you, you'll never even want to touch your silly little thing again. Nothing
will compare," she said softly, further building his anticipation. "You'll be thinking about it all the
time, begging me to give it to you, like an addict. But that's what you want, isn't it?" she continued as
she reached to lift up his legs and place his feet on her knees.

"Yes," Alex breathlessly confessed his overwhelming desire.

"Go on then, make yourself my buttslut," Jenna whispered seductively. She moved her hands to
Alex's hips and gently pulled them up. Steadying himself with his hands on her shoulders, Alex rose,
some tiny part of his mind panicking at just how much he straightened out his legs before he could
see his crotch in the mirror again.

Alex's heart pounded in his ears as he took in the sight of his gaping hole hovering above Jenna's
majestic monster which stood in stark contrast to his pathetic genitals. Although the sheer difference
in size forbade any comparison, her cock leaking pre liberally and swaying with the heartbeat pulsing
through the angry veins on her shaft showed her arousal just as clearly as his penis did. Aided by
Jenna's hands on his hips, Alex lined up his hole with her tip. He took another breath, trying to steady
himself for what he had been waiting for so long. Finally, he lowered himself.

He gasped when her fat, slick glans touched his cheeks and came ever closer to his twitching hole.
They both let out small moans when her tip finally reached his sensitive ring. Alex felt Jenna's grip on
his hips loosen, daring him to take the last step. He did so eagerly, relaxing his arms and legs to lower
himself millimetre by millimetre. He moaned as he felt for the first time how her warm pre flowed
into him to ease her silky crown's passage through his well-stretched ring.

The pleasure he felt from her glans sliding into him was indescribable and only got more intense the
wider her fat cock forced him open. Her head was barely even halfway in when groans of exertion
mixed into his pleasured moans. Loath as he was to even entertain the thought, he began to suspect
that maybe he actually wasn't quite ready yet but it didn't matter. He needed her cock inside him and
he was going to take it, even if it was starting to hurt. In truth, he didn't have much of a choice
anymore with Jenna's hold on his hips tightening again as her patience grew thin and she added her
strength to the force of gravity impaling her son on her throbbing pole.

Alex let out a long slutty moan when his ring suddenly gripped down on her hard shaft instead of the
sponginess of her glans. As he had suspected, there really was no comparison between a dildo and
having the real thing inside him. The warmth, the rhythm of her heartbeat and the liquid heat
pouring out of it made it feel so much better. It even felt bigger and harder inside his poor, stretched
hole. On top of the amazing physical sensations, the simple knowledge that it really was his mother's
cock that was resizing his rear passage made it so much better. It pushed him over the edge he had
forgotten he was on.

"Oh my god," Alex exclaimed as an orgasm burst out of him. Shivering and twitching, he watched in
amazement as his penis jumped again and again, shot after shot of watery cum flying through the air
to form small puddles on the floor. Jenna moaned, quite enjoying the way his hole rhythmically
contracted around her shaft.

"Goddess," Jenna corrected him sternly as he came down from his high. She pulled him down
another inch, forcing a whine out of him. Alex fell into a vicious cycle as the already overwhelming
sensations grew ever more intense and sapped the strength from his legs, which made him sink
down on Jenna's well-lubricated shaft all the quicker. After just a few inches, Alex suddenly seized up,
a choked noise stuck in his throat as Jenna's tip grazed against that magical spot inside him.

Although his arms and legs locked up, gravity was as inexorable in its determination to fully impale
him on Jenna's monstrous cock as she was and so he still sank deeper, the pressure on his prostate
intensifying until he howled and convulsed in an orgasm that far eclipsed the one he had just begun
to recover from. Fluids streamed from his convulsing penis at a rate that almost came close to the
precum Jenna was pumping into him.
He groaned, moaned and whined as his prostate orgasm dragged on. His sluggish mouth tried and
failed to say "More" and "Stop" alternatingly. In his thrashing, Alex's hands slipped from Jenna's
shoulders which made his descent all the quicker. The feeling of fullness became ever more intense,
further enhancing the nerve-frying pleasure from his p-spot. The sight of an outline appearing in his
belly, far above the tip of his penis, thicker than his forearm and growing by the second, somehow
turned him on even further.

When Jenna's piercing eyes reappeared above his shoulder, they burned through the mist of his
mind-melting orgasm that just wouldn't end and looked directly into his soul. Like before, he saw lust
and hunger in them, but also pride. All strength vanished from his legs and with a squeal, the last few
inches sank into his hole.

"Mmm that's good," he heard Jenna purr behind him as he felt her huge balls press into his cheeks.
Alex could only sit there, still spasming in endless pleasure, too overwhelmed by the sensations
assaulting his brain to do anything, or even to comprehend that he was fully impaled on all 18 inches
of Jenna's wonderful cock. Somehow, he got enough control over his body to bring his hands to his
belly and incredulously feel the bulge in his flesh under his tattoo, pulsing with her heartbeat.

Jenna's eyes drilled into his in the mirror. "All the way at the first time," she purred, her voice heavy
with infectious pride. "You were born for this," she concluded, nibbling at his ear. "I should know,"
she added, grinning at her own joke. "All a mother ever wants is to see her children happy," she said
dreamily, looking at his blissed-out face. "And I think that makes me the best mother on earth."

"Oh but don't you think you're done," she continued, a demanding tone creeping into her voice.
"Sitting there and enjoying yourself is just selfish and I taught you better than that," she said
judgmentally, Alex nodding his understanding, "You will be a good boy and ride my cock like a real
buttslut until I fill you up"

"Yes," Alex barely managed to moan. As if Jenna's command held more sway over his body than his
own thoughts, he found strength he didn't know he had and started to lift himself up, his stretched
ring being dragged outwards by the tight fit around her cock. He had long-since run dry but the
unbearable pleasure her cock gave him kept him locked in orgasm. His hungry hole had reluctantly
let go of about a third of her cock when, with a whorish moan, he let himself drop and revelled in the
incredible pleasure of having her buried all the way inside him again.

He did the same again, almost enjoying the way up as much as the way down, and worked himself up
into a rhythm. He varied the depths of his thrusts, trying to balance keeping as much of her cock
inside him as possible and feeling as much of it saw through his abused ring as he could. Much more
than his own pleasure, which was a given, he tried to find the right mix to best please his mother. Her
moans, her smouldering eyes over his shoulder and the way she thrust her hips up into him drove
him to keep riding her, forcing girly moans out of himself every time she bottomed out inside his ass.

He desperately wanted to ride her until she pumped him full of what had to be a massive load even
by her superhuman standards. After who knew how many minutes of pumping his ass up and down
on her massive pole while overwhelming pleasure assaulted his mind, however, he felt exhaustion
settling in. His legs burned more every time he pushed himself up until eventually, his foot slipped off
Jenna's knee and he slammed back down hard, wailing loudly.

Try as he might, he couldn't muster the strength to lift his leg back up. A drop of deep sorrow tainted
the sea of ecstasy he was drowning in as the realization slowly dawned on him that he couldn't do as
his mother had commanded and wouldn't get that load he so craved. He had just enough time to
mewl pathetically before Jenna took pity on him and brought her hand to his knee.

"Don't you worry my precious little slut. Mommy will take care of everything," she said into his ear,
breathing heavily.

Still twitching and shivering as she lifted his knee, Alex barely managed to utter, "Thank you." His
sluggish mind didn't have the energy to wonder why Jenna didn't simply place his foot back on her
knee, or why she brought her other hand up under his other knee.

Alex cried out in surprise when the angle of Jenna's cock impaling him suddenly changed. The
realization that she had stood up and carried him along by his knees only came after. "Oh fuck," half-
formed words dripped from Alex's lips as Jenna took a step toward the mirror and then another.

"That's right baby," Jenna panted as she hefted him up and took a secure, wide stance, "Sing for me."
Stars danced in front of Alex's eyes as she rammed herself into him, the new angle putting even
greater pressure on his magical button. A hoarse, high-pitched scream tore itself out of his throat as
he thrashed in her grip. Jenna wasted no time in launching into a brutal pace. She sawed at least half
her length through his once-tight ring in quick, forceful thrusts. Every time she bottomed out inside
him, Alex could see his neglected genitals vanish shortly after as her balls slapped against and
completely covered them.

Somehow, Alex found the strength to move his hands, grasping at Jenna's shoulders, hips and arms
as he tried to hold on to something while she held and fucked him like a living toy. "Fuck, fuck, fuck
me," he mumbled as he watched the surreal sight of the outline in his belly getting close to his ribs
before it retracted to his belly button, only to grow right again. There were no coherent thoughts in
his mind, only the endless tide of pleasure surging up his spine as his mother jackhammered her hot,
huge cock into him for what could have equally been minutes or hours to him.

He was so overwhelmed by the flood of sensations that he missed all the signs he'd usually have
been so keenly on the lookout for. Jenna's breathing became heavier, her thrusts shallower and
more erratic. A fire raged in her eyes as she watched in the mirror how Alex melted on her cock.
Then, she shifted her grip to his thighs and pulled him down onto a bone-crushing thrust and her
primal grunt through clenched teeth right next to Alex's ear nearly deafened him.

Even through the haze of ecstasy and exhaustion, Alex noticed Jenna's cock swell inside him ever so
slightly before the constant flow of liquid warmth pumping into him turned into a tide. With Jenna
grunting and grinding her hips into him, Alex felt a deep satisfaction as heat bloomed inside him.
Through half-lidded eyes he watched the outline in his skin become less distinct. His hands found
their way to his belly to feel it swell, growing rounder with every powerful twitch running through
the colossal cock impaling him. He felt pride well up as she filled him with what had to be the biggest
load he'd ever seen. The pressure against his prostate pulsated with every shot of liquid ecstasy she
pumped into him, sending wave after wave of pleasure through him.

Satisfied to the core and exhausted physically, sexually as well as mentally, Alex felt himself drift off
even as Jenna took a few panting breaths while her orgasm tapered off. Watching in the mirror how
she staggered backwards to the bed, Alex felt the impact when she let herself drop onto it before
blackness took him.
HONOUR THY MOTHER CH. 12
Alex slowly woke from his most vivid dream yet. He'd dreamt that he had seduced his mother into
finally taking his ass and that it had felt even better than he could have imagined. At least it felt like a
dream, despite the evidence of his senses pointing to the contrary.

It felt surreal, even with her scent in the bedsheets surrounding him, the sound of her slow, regular
breathing in his ear and the warmth of her soft body pressing against his back. Most tellingly, he
could feel his sore sphincter still spread by her massive cock. Slowly pulsing with her heartbeat, it
kept her load sealed inside him.

Alex's hand found Jenna's arm wrapped around him and gently stroked along it. He placed his hand
on his tattoo, next to hers. Without him noticing, a contented smile crept onto his lips when he felt
the skin of his belly. It was warm, taut and rounded, swollen with the sheer volume of her cock and
cum inside him.

He opened his eyes but the light of a few stars coming in through a window barely let him make out
enough to confirm he was in his mother's bedroom. Closing his eyes again, he resettled in her
sleeping embrace, moaning softly as her cock moved inside him. He felt warm, safe and content like
never before but as the minutes dragged on, he couldn't drift off into another dream.

The pressure in his stuffed insides was keeping him awake, too intense to not cause him discomfort
in spite of what caused it. There being little else to distract him from it didn't help. Nor did the
pulsing in his abused pucker as blood pumped through the veins on her massive shaft. He felt it
twitch rhythmically inside him, the ever so slight movements greatly enhanced by the fluids
surrounding it.

He felt his cheeks heat up as he wondered what it would feel like if he started moving, fucking
himself on her cock in earnest. More than the silent protestations of his sore pucker, the thought of
his organs having to make room for yet another one of his mother's enormous loads put an end to
that idea. He'd definitely have to relieve the pressure inside him before he could go back to sleep, or
maybe stay awake and go for round two, or treat himself to a salty midnight snack.

He carefully disentangled from Jenna's sleeping embrace and began pulling off her cock. It quickly
turned out to be an ordeal, doubly so while trying to not wake her. Pushing himself away from her
with a hand on her hips, Alex felt her throbbing rod slip out of him agonizingly slowly. He bit his lips
and scrunched his eyes trying not to moan. As the pressure inside him slowly receded, an image of
her cock reemerging from his hopelessly stretched out ring appeared in front of his mind's eye. In his
imagination, her cock grew even beyond its already-unbelievable size, seeming to stretch on forever.

Jenna resettled herself in the bed, the sudden movement catching him completely off guard. He
jerked and moaned whorishly when her shaft pressed against his magic button for just an instant.
"Mmn, what?" He heard Jenna grumble sleepily. Alex whipped his head around but couldn't see
much in the dark. "Oh no you won't," Jenna exclaimed and scrambled after him.

In her rush to get after him, she took them both over the edge of the bed. Overwhelmed by the burst
of sensations inside him, Alex could only cry out before the side of his face hit the floor. An instant
later, Jenna's foot pressed down on the other side of his face, pinning him against the floor despite
his feeble attempts to push himself up.

"Think you're just going to sneak out on me, huh?" Alex heard a dangerous edge in Jenna's voice
behind him, "Well I don't think so, darling." Alex groaned as Jenna drove all of her 18 inches back into
his abused behind. "It's your fault I have this thing so you'll have to deal with it," she said, making
Alex cry out as she pulled out halfway and slammed back into him.

Trapped between the wood floor on his knees, chest and one side of his face, Jenna's foot on the
other side of his face and her hips slamming into his upturned ass, Alex was completely helpless as
Jenna hammered her cock into him. "And you know what? I like it," Jenna confessed as she quickly
built into a brutal rhythm. "I like making you my bitch," she continued as Alex shook in a forceful
prostate orgasm, "I like hearing you moan like a slut on my cock. Feels a lot better than yours."

Her last remark left Alex confused for a brief moment before the thought was blown away by the
storm of sensations assaulting his brain. A hint of fear crept into Alex's pleasure-flooded mind as
Jenna worked herself up into a frenzy, both her voice and her thrusts becoming more and more
aggressive. "You better get used to it honey, because this is how we fuck from now on," Jenna
declared authoritatively.

Alex's brain gave up trying to differentiate pain and pleasure as Jenna jackhammered her massive
cock into him. Gone was all of last night's passion and intimacy, replaced by pure ferocity as Jenna
took revenge on him. Alex couldn't put together what he had done to deserve this punishment but in
truth, he didn't care. Being this completely at her mercy as she ground him underfoot would've been
nearly enough to drive him to orgasm on the spot, even without the flood of sensations that had him
locked in ecstasy.

Alex's pupils rolled past his half-closed eyelids as Jenna used him as a stress toy and masturbatory
aid. The pressure on his prostate shifted all the time as his mother's monstrous cock violently
pistoned into his cum-stuffed belly over and over again. It milked him dry and drove all feeling from
his legs leaving his upturned behind held up only by the welcome intruder savagely pounding into it.
Even the impacts of her huge balls, swollen and heavy with her infinitely superior virility, against his
painfully empty marbles sent shocks of deliciously painful pleasure racing up his spine.

Half-formed thoughts leaked from his lips as barely semi-coherent babbling. "Ngh, yeah damn right
I'll fuck you," Jenna grunted, granting a wish Alex wasn't aware he'd uttered. "Like a cheap whore.
Every day," she added and laughed sadistically, "till death do us part."

The last part never quite reached Alex. His brain was still struggling to process the preceding
promise. The near-bestial pounding he was subjected to had him locked in a drawn-out orgasm.
Once, in a time that now seemed so distant, he would've fantasized about dishing out this kind of
rough fucking to his girlfriend. Now, the prospect of getting this kind of treatment from his mother
every day made him shiver and moan.

Alex twitched uncontrollably as Jenna used his body for all its worth. Her thrusts came harder and
faster as she grunted above him, fucking him ever more violently. Minutes flew by as she rutted him,
the dark bedroom resounding with grunts, moans, whimpers and the impacts of flesh against flesh.

Jenna's stamina seemed bottomless until she suddenly growled through clenched teeth and hilted
herself in Alex with a brutal thrust. Alex moaned and shivered when he felt a wave of pressure roll
over his prostate before he screamed when his fractured mind realized what was happening. "Take
it," he heard Jenna press out aggressively over and over again as she unloaded inside him.
Incoherent babbling dripped from Alex's lips as his mother pumped her thick seed into his already-
stuffed belly. Her hips twitched instinctively, grinding against him and driving every last fraction of an
inch of her superhuman endowment into his abused hole. He saw stars dance in the black room with
each pulse of hot cum that ran through her cumvein, giving him a series of mini-orgasm as they
passed over his prostate.

With every passing second, Alex felt liquid heat seep deeper into his body as wave after wave of
fresh seed flooded into him and displaced last night's load. His arms laying limply on the floor
scraped together enough strength to bring a hand up to his belly. His tongue lolled out of his mouth
into a small puddle of his drool as he felt his already-swollen belly grow bigger and rounder with the
sheer volume and weight of thick cream being forced into him.

"Ngh fuck," Jenna cursed as her intense orgasm winded down. For a while, she stayed as motionless
as her well-used cumdump while they both panted and recovered from her climax. Even by her
standards, she had come a lot, as if the constant stimulation of a warm wet hole on her cock
throughout the night had made her balls all the more productive. She gave Alex's swollen belly a light
swat. "Looks like it'll be me knocking you up now," she giggled.

A storm of contradicting emotions ravaged Alex's scattered and exhausted mind as Jenna slowly
began to pull out. He felt utterly emasculated, but it was strangely liberating. Where he had felt
loved last night, he now felt like he had been used and thrown aside, but was filled with the deep
satisfaction of a tool that had fulfilled its purpose. As much as the pressure inside him was becoming
painful and making breathing harder, he felt pride at how much thick jizz his hole had milked from his
mother's hyperproductive balls, even while he lamented that he hadn't gotten to taste it. It dawned
on him that his plug had quite possibly become a simple necessity as it felt like his ass would never
recover, but he didn't care.

Searing pain from his abused ass melded into the liquid heat filling him and the warm afterglow of
yet another most intense sexual experience of his life. Exhausted and barely holding on to
consciousness, Alex felt relief with every millimetre of Jenna's forearm-sized cock that slowly slipped
out of his tortured ring. Still, a small, twisted, insatiable part of him was sad that it was over. Then, he
cried out hoarsely in surprise.

Jenna cackled madly as she quickly drilled all 18 inches of her still-hard cock back into Alex's ass.
"What's the matter, honey?" She asked mockingly and ground her hips against Alex's reddened
cheeks, "You thought I didn't know how you brag to your friends about me being multi-orgasmic?"
She pulled out halfway and slammed back into him again. "Well how do you like it now, huh?" she
spat.

Animalistic grunts and groans burst from Alex's throat as Jenna began fucking him again. Sawing over
a foot of rock-hard throbbing cockmeat in and out of him, each thrust came harder and faster until
she was pounding him just as ferociously as before. Alex's mind dissolved under her unrelenting
assault, completely unable to form a thought or even keep up with the nerve-frying flood of
sensations. He was an utterly helpless toy for her to use and abuse and his frayed consciousness
revelled in every second of it.

With over a gallon of pressurised seed inside him, his wrecked sphincter had no hope of keeping its
seal while his mother's thick veined shaft pistoned through it. A small trickle of jizz leaked out of his
hole with every thrust. Alex felt the hot viscous liquid, barely diluted by the pre-cum still flowing
from her tip to provide thoroughly unnecessary lubrication, slowly run down to his thighs and crotch.
As Jenna's brutal pounding continued, enough of her cum escaped to glaze his neglected genitals and
drip from the tip of his swinging penis. Soon, the small puddle of his thin emissions between his
knees vanished in a growing pool of her potent seed.

At the same time, the pistoning of Jenna's cock inside his upturned ass pushed the cum still trapped
inside him where gravity was slowly pulling it anyway. As Jenna ravished him like a woman
possessed, Alex felt heavy liquid heat spread deeper and deeper inside him.

Time lost all meaning to Alex, his mind adrift and only able to handle a few of the myriad impulses
flooding into it. The throbbing and pounding of Jenna's cock hammering into him as if trying to break
through his pelvis. The pressure in his belly, which looked positively pregnant with his mother's cum.
The growing wetness from his tears and drool on the side of his face that wasn't covered by her foot.
The indistinguishable mix of pain and pleasure from his ass. The waves of ecstasy from his prostate.
The pleasant warmth encasing his genitals. The scent of her cum pooling between his knees.

Alex was only vaguely aware of the darkness gradually leaving the room. Jenna paid no mind to the
sunlight coming in through the window in front of her, driven into a single-minded frenzy. The
orange light flooding the room made the sweat dripping from her glistening body onto Alex's back
look like pearls of amber as she continued to jackhammer her cock into the writhing, near-insensate
body under her.

Close to passing out from exhaustion and overstimulation, Alex was completely unaware of the
humiliations and threatening promises Jenna interspersed between her grunts and pants while she
furiously fucked him. Jenna's bedroom was brightly lit with natural sunlight by the time her thrusts
became irregular.

Alex's brain couldn't explain the sudden abundance of light when Jenna removed her foot from his
face and it came down heavily on the floor beside him. Beyond exhausted, Alex no longer had the
strength to moan when Jenna's hands gripped his hips painfully tight and her cock throbbed inside
him in a sure sign of what was soon to come. He could only twitch and shiver when she pulled him
firmly against herself and her cock pulsed inside him.

Alex felt Jenna's weight on his back as she collapsed on top of him and her teeth closed around the
back of his neck, muffling her throaty groan of ecstatic conquest. Despite having already emptied her
balls into him twice, her third ejaculation was no less copious than the ones preceding it. Still more
cum pumped into him, adding to his salty cream filling. Part of it backwashed around her
rhythmically pulsating shaft to coat their lower halves in her thick hot seed. Choked gurgling emerged
from Alex's throat with every belly-expanding shot she pumped into him until he was bloated with
nearly two gallons of her virility. Teetering on the edge of unconsciousness, he wasn't sure if he was
smelling or tasting her jizz. "Alex?!" he heard just as he passed out.

He felt himself rocking softly when he came to. He was warm. The pressure inside him was gone. He
heard a heartbeat. He picked up his mother's sweet scent, tainted by a note of sweat. It took a bit of
effort to lift his heavy lids, but when he did he saw why one of his eyes had refused to open. Half his
face was pressed against a soft breast as he found himself sitting in his mother's lap, wrapped in a
blanket as she hugged him tightly. A small groan escaped his throat as his senses returned and with
them the throbbing, burning sensation from his stretched-out, strangely empty behind. "Oh thank
god you're awake," he heard Jenna's voice the moment he showed the first sign of life. She hugged
him against herself even tighter and kissed his hair.
"I, I don't know what came over me," words came bursting out of her, "I never meant to hurt you like
this." The room went quiet for a moment as her voice trailed off. It took Alex a moment to realize
why her voice sounded so odd.

He had never noticed so much of a hint of uncertainty from her, now her voice was heavy with not
just uncertainty but, even more astonishingly, guilt. He could hear how deeply she cared about him,
which was just the kind of reassurance he needed after what had happened. "It's okay, Mom," he
said conciliatorily.

"No it's not," she exclaimed ruefully, "I had this dream about your father and I completely lost
control." An awkward silence filled the room, neither of them knowing what to say.

"Mom, what happened? With dad?" Alex posed the question he had mostly avoided up until now.
With how clearly his mother bristled up the moment the topic came up, he'd only rarely dared to ask
because of how much Jenna would bristle up whenever he so much as mentioned his father, and
how curt and evasive her answers had been.

Jenna let out a long, deep sigh. "I guess it's way past time I told you," she conceded, "Where do I
start?" After a few seconds, she continued, "We really were happy at first. I actually thought he was a
decent person, or at least as close to one as a man is going to get." She didn't seem to notice or care
if Alex felt vaguely offended by her last remark. "But then you came along and did quite a number on
me," she added in a playful tone, tousling his hair, "Saggy boobs, extra weight, stretch marks, some,
um, less appetizing things, the works." She stroked his head like a cat as she recounted, "I lost the
weight but the other bits weren't so easy to get rid of. Your father said he didn't care but I knew he
was lying." Her voice turned icy as it always had before. "I could see it in the way he looked at me.
The bastard actually had the gall to say it made me more beautiful to him," she spat contemptuously.

"So that kind of drove a wedge between us," Jenna summed up the myriad early signs of her failing
marriage following a loss of trust, "I didn't even care as much as I'd thought I would, for a while."
Listening intently, Alex felt her squeeze him affectionately. "You were there and suddenly, everything
else didn't matter as much as it used to, even how things were between us," she reminisced, "Still, I
did try all sorts of creams, diets, exercise routines, supplements, I even thought about getting
surgery, just to look good for him again. I really thought things could work out if we found that spark
again."

Of all the questions swirling in his head, Alex didn't dare to ask a single one for fear that she might
clamp up again if he interrupted her train of thought, and so he listened as she continued. "Then one
fateful day," she began in an exaggerated theatrical voice, "I saw an ad looking for participants in a
study of some experimental drug that was supposed to help young mothers with, well, everything. At
least I think it was a drug, or something with hormones, I never really got into chemistry. I didn't
even really understand it when I signed up." A short fit of dry laughter burst from her. "Sounds
stupid, doesn't it? Well, it was but I'd tried so much and I figured I'd give it this one last shot." With a
smirk Alex could practically hear, she added, "And, as you may have noticed, I got what I wanted.
One shot and I could watch my stretch marks disappear day by day. Hell, after a few more I looked
better than before the pregnancy." She paused briefly as her nails lightly danced over a spot behind
Alex's ear that gave him goosebumps. "But then, as you may also be aware, I got something I didn't
want. Supposedly, none of the other participants seem to have experienced the same, well, growth.
I'm sure I would've heard about it by now." With sadness in her voice, she added, "Anyway, things
really fell apart from that point."
"Not only did I have to watch this thing grow on me, but I also had to see the fear and disgust in my
husband's eyes when he looked at me," she continued, anger creeping into her voice. Alex saw her
knuckles go white as she gripped the blanket wrapped around them tightly. "I did it for him and he
treated me like a goddamn leper," she pressed out between clenched teeth, her voice cracking as
deep-seated fury bubbled to the surface. Through the comforting soft warmth of her breasts, Alex
could feel her heart hammering until she caught herself and took a few slow breaths to calm down.
"But that didn't matter, plenty of joyless marriages in the world. What mattered was that we had a
child to raise," she said and craned her head down to place a long kiss on Alex's hair. "And to give the
devil his due, he actually took parental leave when mine ran out," she conceded, "But then one day, I
come home from work and what do I find?" Alex heard her voice crack and braced for an outburst. "I
find my son crying in his playpen while his so-called father is busy fucking some dumb young whore
in my bed," she all but yelled, overtaken by irrepressible rage.

And that is why I've never let that scumbag get anywhere near us ever again," Jenna concluded,
sounding close to tears. Alex was too overwhelmed by what he'd heard to respond, almost wishing
he hadn't asked. "The worst part is I was afraid you might turn out like him," she confessed, "I
couldn't let that happen, I knew you could be better. But I didn't want to raise you into a spineless
boring pushover nobody even notices, or one of those self-described nice guys that can make
women's lives worse than the usual troglodytes." She sighed. "I was never quite sure what to do with
you. I, I may not have done everything right," Jenna came as close to apologizing to someone as she
had in at least several years.

A moment of pregnant silence followed. "Thanks, mom. For everything. I love you," Alex half-
whispered.

"You couldn't possibly imagine how good it feels to hear that," Jenna hugged Alex tight and kissed his
hair, tears of joy welling up in her eyes. "There won't be anything like what happened this morning
ever again. I promise," she said and buried her face in his hair.

"Um, I," Alex began, feeling his face heat up as he recalled what felt like a lust-fuelled fever dream, "I
kinda liked it."

"Oh," was all Jenna could muster in response, completely taken aback. "Oh," she repeated after
some seconds, still sounding just as baffled, "Oh you shouldn't have said that."

Before he knew it, Alex was on his back, staring at the ceiling of Jenna's bedroom for a moment
before he gathered his wits enough to prop himself up on his elbows and look over his naked body
and Jenna's bed to see her crawling towards him, the hunger in her eyes and her graceful
movements reminding Alex of a large cat stalking its prey. "If you say things like that, I might get the
idea you want me to be rough with you," Jenna warned. Alex stared at her wide-eyed and dropped
back down as Jenna crawled over his body until her face was just above his, framed by a curtain of
her hair which was somewhat dishevelled and lightly tangled after her earlier exertion. "To treat you
like a little slut," she continued while Alex's hands found their way to the rapidly growing meaty
appendage pulsating on his belly, "To use you as my personal toy. You wouldn't want me to think
that, would you?"

Alex's eyes flicked down to the throbbing spear he was hugging against himself like a long-lost lover
before returning to his mother's. Taking in the lust, hunger and something resembling admiration in
them, he chewed on his lips, which was all the answer Jenna needed. A heartbeat later, her lips
sealed on his, all but wrenching them open so her tongue could invade his mouth.
Electric sensations ran all over Alex, leaving goosebumps in their wake. He forgot about time itself as
they both panted and moaned into the most passionate kiss either of them had ever experienced. He
felt a gentle pressure on his throat as Jenna's hand found its way between them and closed around
his airway. He put his hand on hers encouragingly, his other hand gently stroking what little it could
cover of her huge rod.

"You're just perfect, aren't you?" Jenna whispered as she broke off the kiss and drank in the
desperate lust on Alex's flushed face, "Mommy's perfect little slut."

"Yes," Alex answered breathily, feasting his eyes on Jenna's heaving breasts as she straightened up.

"You really aren't a man," Jenna chuckled, giving Alex's throat one more squeeze before she reached
behind herself and lifted up his legs, hooking her hands behind his knees. "You are so much more,"
she continued, bringing his legs along as she bent forward again, "So much better." Alex felt his
already flush face heat up even more at her praise, mirroring the heat spreading throughout his body
at the anticipation of what she was preparing for.

"You know, I was never the type to play the submissive housewife," Jenna admitted what anyone
who knew her for a minute could have guessed, her hands moving up Alex's calves as she pushed
Alex's flexibility to slowly bring his ankles down above his head, "but I can see the appeal of having
one." A moment of pregnant silence followed as Jenna's face hovered inches above Alex's, looking at
him intensely with eyes burning with desire.

"Someone who keeps my house clean, cooks my meals, helps me relax," she began listing her
expectations. As she spoke, she shifted her feet forward so she was squatting above Alex and slowly
raised her hips. "Someone who's always ready, always waiting, to be bent over a table, thrown
against a wall, pushed to their knees," she continued. With his eyes locked on his mother's, Alex only
realized that his hands had been greedily groping her cock when it slipped out of his grasp, leaving a
wet trail down his belly as Jenna shifted her hips to aim her cock at Alex's exposed hole. "Someone
who will obey my every whim and thank me for the privilege," she summarized, images racing
through Alex's mind as he sank into the fantasy she conjured for him.

Alex's eyes fell to his crotch and the sight mesmerized him. Glistening with the pre he had
unknowingly spread all over it, his mother's forearm-dwarfing cock was pointed at his gaping
exposed hole, throbbing and dripping with ever more natural lubricant. "You want that?" Jenna
asked.

"Yes," Alex near yelled, his vocal reply as instant and enthusiastic as the twitch running through his
thumb-sized erection, "Please." His eyes returned to his mother's face with a pleading look. "I'll be
your good little boy, your slut, your wife," words flew from Alex's lips faster than he could think.
Before he even knew it, he had added, "Your slave."

For an instant, he saw Jenna stiffen and her eyes widen. "My what now?" she asked, voice straining
with barely-controlled hunger.

Alex paused for a heartbeat. "Your," he began, but he never got to finish his affirmation. His throat
seized up when Jenna drove her well-lubricated spear into his waiting hole. Wide-eyed and frozen,
Alex stared into Jenna's eyes while she slowly, steadily drove herself deeper into him. When her hips
pressed into his cheeks, the breath he had been holding flew out of him in a squeal, which was cut
short when Jenna's lips sealed his, her tongue invading his mouth as greedily as her cock had sunk
into his rear.
Still sore from the morning's ferocious pounding, having his hole stretched around Jenna's incredible
girth once again was almost as painful for Alex as it was pleasurable. Beyond the physical sensations,
Alex felt a sense of fully giving himself over to her, letting her take from him whatever she wanted
and use his body for her pleasure. It made the pain oh so worth it, even before she drove herself
deeply enough to hit his prostate. When she did, Alex seized up, squirted his watery load over his
belly and let out a muffled squeal that dragged on as Jenna's throbbing cock impaled him ever
deeper.

Feeling her balls rest on his cheeks and her thighs press into the back of his when she hilted herself
inside him was a moment of utter bliss, cut woefully short when she smoothly transitioned into
pulling out again. Keeping his feet pinned above his head, Jenna began swinging her hips up and
down, each deep thrust flowing seamlessly into the next in stark contrast to the brutal rutting she
had unleashed on him before.

Pinned under Jenna, trapped between the warmth and softness of her breasts on his chest and the
mattress on his back as her hot, hard cock filled him over and over again, Alex was in heaven. His
hands could only grasp weakly at the sheets as Jenna fucked him passionately and skillfully, keeping
him locked in an unending full-body orgasm.

With nothing left to say, Jenna and Alex continued to kiss and moan into each other's mouths as they
acted on their oaths. When Jenna let go of Alex's ankles to possessively grab at his hair and throat,
his legs naturally wrapped around her hips, using what little motor control his pleasure-flooded brain
retained to pull her into him.

Alex was rudely torn from his pleasure-trance when Jenna pulled out all the way. He barely had time
to realize what was happening and let out a plaintive whine before Jenna grabbed him and flipped
him on his belly. Not a second later, he felt her tip in his entrance again, slowly sinking into him as
she lay on top of his prone form.

"Oh god. Oh god," Alex exclaimed breathlessly as his mother's cock slid home, every vein and slight
bump on his rubbing against his prostate more vigorously in the new position.

"Goddess," Jenna corrected him, speaking softly into his ear. "I told you," she added teasingly,
grinding and rolling her hips against his butt.

"Yes," Alex moaned, giving no indication if he had even understood her until he added, "My
Goddess."

"That's it," Jenna grinned. "You know, if you'll be my good little wife," she said in mock pensiveness,
"Then I guess this is our honeymoon." She began pumping herself in and out of him in slow, shallow
thrusts, savouring the moans, gasps and squeals she milked from him. "So I won't stop until I've got
you knocked up," she promised.

Lying prone with Jenna's weight pressing him into the mattress and her hips driving every bit of her
monstrous cock into him over and over again, Alex could only moan and writhe helplessly in
unbearable, painful pleasure. The tip of his penis left a small wet spot in the sheets as she milked him
utterly dry while he felt the warmth of her pre-cum continuously pumping into him.

The added lubrication proved a blessing as Jenna's passion rose. Alex heard her breathing quicker
and heavier right next to his ear, interspersed with more and more grunts and moans of her own.
Her thrust came in faster and deeper, sawing more and more of her hard throbbing shaft through
Alex's sore ring and over his prostate.
With his belly pressed into the mattress, Alex felt all the more clearly how the throbbing cock
reaching so unbelievably deep inside him forced his body to make room for it. The sheer ecstasy of
having his body used by his mother-goddess left no room for thoughts in his head. As the staccato of
Jenna's hips hammering into his reddening cheeks intensified, his moans came in ever higher and
louder, muffled though they were with his face buried in a pillow.

He cried out hoarsely when Jenna grabbed his hair and jerked his head backwards. "This is what you
wanted, isn't it? You love it when I'm rough with you," he heard her strained voice right next to his
ear.

"Yeth," Alex barely managed to utter, getting a knowing chuckle from Jenna. It was obviously what
she wanted to hear, which would have been reason enough for him to say it, but his confession was
utterly genuine.

"That's a good slut," Jenna commended. Momentarily letting up her intense rutting, her other hand
snaked in under his belly and hugged him against her as she got on her knees and got off the bed.
After letting out a surprised gasp, Alex hung limply in Jenna's arms and tried to recover his breath as
she took two quick steps toward the side of the room. His whorish moan from her cock moving inside
him was cut short when she threw him against the window.

The hand in his hair pushing his head against the glass, her other hand let go of his belly and came
down hard on his ass in a resounding spank. Jenna gave an appreciative coo as his stretched-out ring
tightened on her shaft before she hilted herself inside him again and began building back up to her
rhythm. With his limp legs hopelessly incapable of supporting his weight, Alex found himself held up
by the wall and the enormous cock hammering him into it.

The cold glass against his face and chest was yet another addition to the already overwhelming flood
of sensations running rampant in Alex's brain. Every one of them was heightened further when Alex
saw people milling about in the neighbourhood. The idea that any one of them, if they only
happened to glance in his direction, could see him drooling, moaning and mewling as his upper body
rhythmically slid millimetres up and down along the window was as exciting as it was mortifying. He
could only hope that nobody could hear his cries of surprise, pain and pleasure whenever Jenna gave
his ass a hard spank.

With Jenna's cock pulsing and twitching inside him, her hand suddenly yanking his hair was the sign
he had been waiting for. He howled in utter bliss as Jenna hilted herself inside him and he felt the
first pulse run up her cumvein. Twitching with every spurt of seed his mother pumped into him, wave
after wave crashed over him. As Jenna filled him with her virile seed, he gradually felt the cold glass
on his belly, in stark contrast to the growing heat blooming within him.

As her orgasm died down, Jenna wrung another animalistic grunt from Alex when she twisted his
head around by his hair and kissed him deeply. Though most of his body refused to obey him, his
tongue still showed some life, lazily following hers. Once she had dumped every last drop of cum
deep inside him, Jenna unsealed her lips from his, both of them simply panting and staring at each
other for a few seconds, basking in the afterglow as her cock stayed hard inside him.

"Not a bad start," Jenna said, still somewhat breathlessly, "But you want more, don't you?" Seeing
Alex nod weakly, a satisfied grin appeared on her face. "Good. But be a good wife and make me some
breakfast first," she ordered and slowly pulled out of him, forcing him to stand on wobbly legs. He
tried to clamp his hole shut to keep her precious seed inside him as she walked over to pick up his
plug from where it had lain since the previous evening. "And don't take too long or I'll come and get
you," she added with a glint in her eye as she inserted his plug and sent him on his way with a light
swat on his glowing cheek.

Over the following weekend, Jenna made good on her promise. She was insatiable, putting every
hormone-flooded young couple to shame, never letting Alex go a full waking hour before she was on
him again. With the stamina to back up her hypercharged sex drive, she would fuck him into a
boneless mess for almost an hour at a time while holding him up or carrying him, sometimes even
going for another round right away.

Whenever Alex's groans and grunts made it apparent that having his guts rearranged was becoming
more painful than pleasurable, neither of them even considered stopping outright. Instead, Alex
would all too happily find himself on his knees, his eyes staring up at Jenna full of adoration and
gratitude as she fucked his face just as passionately.

Fulfilling his other wifely duties in between letting his mother have free reign over his holes proved
to be a challenge, helped only slightly by the fact he didn't need to worry about making meals for
himself aside from the occasional bit of fruit to cleanse the palate. One side benefit of having his
mother use his mouth instead of his ass, aside from getting a taste of her cream when she pulled out
afterwards, was that there wasn't as much of a mess for him to clean up afterwards. Try as he might
to keep it inside him, almost always some of her cum would otherwise leak from his freshly-stretched
hole before it was properly plugged again. He kept expecting her to stop him when he went to fetch
something to wipe it up with until, growing tired of waiting for her to command him to debase
himself for her, he made sure she could see him as he got on all fours and lapped up a small puddle
of her still-warm seed from the otherwise pristine living room floor.

With both of them having decided a few hours in that clothes simply weren't worth the hassle, Alex
got all the reward for his submissive display he could've asked for. He watched his mother's gorgeous
cock grow as she calmly put away the book she had only just picked up and wordlessly walked
toward him. It had already reached its full, towering size by the time he sat up and opened his mouth
wide for her, just in time for her to grab his hair and forcefully shove herself into his waiting throat.
Drowning in submissive bliss, Alex's eyes rolled up and fluttered close as Jenna gave him the rough
skullfuck he so badly craved. Again and again, her heavy balls bounced off his chin and his nose
flattened against her pubic bone. Growing lightheaded as Jenna utterly ignored his need for oxygen
in pursuit of her climax, Alex shuddered and left a few watery stains on the floor of his own, then
again later when Jenna pumped her thick jizz directly into his stomach.

Far from simple mindless rutting, Jenna used every moment of the time she spent fucking Alex in
almost every position she could bend him into. By the morning of Christmas day, she almost played
him like an instrument, fucking him at just the right angle to take enough pressure off his prostate so
he stayed coherent enough to sing her praises and beg for more, and then turning him into a
shuddering, uncontrollably twitching mess at will.

The evening of Christmas day marked the end, or at least a break, in the unofficial newlyweds'
honeymoon. If it had been at all possible for him to be pregnant, the sheer amount of virile seed she
had pumped into him over the preceding days would've made sure of it. He had certainly looked the
part at some points. After a nice dinner, one they both ate for a change, Jenna decided it was time
for them to unwrap presents.

Happy as he had been at one point about having squirrelled away money to buy a present for her,
Alex had felt a bit embarrassed when he added the finger-sized package to the pile of boxes under
the tree. In stark contrast to the preceding days, they had both dressed up a bit, although Alex felt
even more uncomfortable in his button-up shirt and black jeans than he always had. Jenna however,
obviously liked the look of herself in her red dress accented with a black belt, and Alex had to agree.
The bit of mistletoe stuck in her belt buckle added a decidedly naughty note.

"You go first," Jenna decided, watching him closely as he inspected the arrayed gifts, looking almost
intimidated. Jenna had never been stingy when it came to Christmas or his birthday but unless she
was playing a trick on him with empty boxes, this was on another level. He actually felt some
apprehension as he picked a box, especially as he hadn't expressly wished for anything. Not quite
daring to pick the largest box, he unwrapped one of the smaller ones to find just the collector's
edition box set he had failed to secure some weeks ago.

"How did you?" he asked, looking at Jenna incredulously, who simply smirked and made a
noncommittal gesture, visibly pleased by his reaction. Alex stared at the box again, unknowingly
grinning to himself as he turned it in his hands and pulled out the smaller cases containing the discs
before he remembered that he had only gotten started.

Emboldened, he went for a larger box next, noticing its heft. His jaw dropped when he pulled away
the wrapping paper to find a sinfully pricy prosumer camcorder, with smaller attached packages
containing extra batteries and memory cards. "If you are going to insist on doing movies, I can't let
you not have decent tools to do it," Jenna commented.

"Oh my god," Alex muttered. "Goddess," he corrected himself before Jenna could. Judging by the grin
on her face when Alex looked at her, she had been about to.

Now you have to take the big one next," she insisted, getting up to help him drag the box, which
looked almost big enough for him to sit in, away from the tree. Seeing the expression on his face
when he opened it to find two separately wrapped boxes inside it, she giggled and pointed to the
one he should open first. Under the wrapping paper, Alex found a nondescript cardboard box of
suspiciously familiar weight which, once another layer or two of foam and wrapping was out of the
way, revealed a PC. His eyes bulged as he read the spec sheet taped to the side of this custom-built
beast of a machine, ending in a list of pre-installed software including a subscription for the Adobe
pro suite. "I'm told you can't just edit video on any old calculator. Not that I know much about it but I
know someone who knows someone," Jenna explained with emphasized casualness.

The other box turned out to be a monitor which, to Alex's momentary disappointment, wouldn't be
much use for gaming for lack of refresh rate and response time but promised impressive colour
gamut and accuracy.

"I, wow, thank you so much," Alex stammered, sitting amidst boxes and wrapping paper.

"But you're not quite done yet," Jenna smirked, anticipation plain on her face as she came over to
hand him the final gift. She gave him a mouthwatering view of her cleavage as she bent over to hand
him the box. Small in comparison, the flat box resembling a box of chocolates seemed rather
anticlimactic in stark contrast to Jenna's expression.

Alex took the box from her hand and noted how carefully and lovingly it had been wrapped and
decorated, prompting him to forgo his usual method of tearing at the paper and instead carefully
undo the ribbons and find the bit of tape holding the paper together to remove it with minimal
damage. Underneath emerged a nondescript box of black matte cardboard, the texture of which
seemed vaguely familiar. A silvery symbol including an arrow, a circle and a stylized 18 was embossed
in the middle of the lid.
What he found when he pulled off the lid stood in stark contrast to the unassuming exterior. Bedded
on black velvet there were several thin pink strips, blindingly bright in comparison. Each of them had
something different written on them in bold white letters, ranging from the relatively innocent
'SUBMISSIVE' to degrading labels like 'FUCKTOY', 'CUMDUMP' and 'SLAVE'. "You can pick whichever
you feel like wearing," Jenna explained. "But don't let me catch you without one if you don't want a
new tattoo," she warned, her tone only half-joking. Alex shot a nervous glance at her to see her
watching his every move like a cat about to pounce.

Blushing, Alex took the strip labelled 'SLUT' out of the box and closed the clasps on each end around
his wrist where the far too large latex band hung loosely from his thin arm to Jenna's apparent
amusement. "Nuh-uh", she said with a condescending giggle. Realizing his mistake, Alex undid the
clasp and kept his eyes on hers as he slowly brought the strip of pink latex to the base of his neck. He
saw her eyes light up when he, with a bit of fiddling, collared himself for her.

"Oh yes," Jenna almost moaned and bit her full lips, "This really suits you." With the slightest touch of
a finger under his chin, she had him present his throat for her as she feasted her eyes on the sight.
Up close, Alex could see her face flush a bit as she continued to chew her lip. "It looks amazing on
you," she eventually judged before locking eyes with him. "You should probably have the writing on
the inside when you go out. Just a suggestion," she smirked and Alex felt his face heat up at the
realization that she expected him to wear a collar in public as well. "So, happy with your presents?"
Jenna asked, knowing the answer but wanting to hear it from him.

"I love them," Alex breathed as he gingerly touched the latex sitting snugly around his throat,
prompting Jenna to come in for a long kiss, unusually devoid of tongue.

"That's what it's all about. So, got anything for me?" Jenna eventually asked coquettishly and sat back
down on the couch.

"Uh yes," Alex stammered. The small package he picked up from under the tree was almost lost in
the sea of ribbons and wrapping paper. As a matter of course, the exchange of gifts between them
had always been very one-sided and for the first time, he felt embarrassed by it as he handed her the
finger-sized package. Without even thinking about it, he chose to kneel on the floor rather than
sitting on the couch with her.

"What's this? Did you model a toy for me?" Jenna quipped as she twirled her gift in her fingers, her
low blow adding to Alex's embarrassment.

Unwrapping and opening it, Jenna pulled out a shiny black oblong object. Alex watched her brow
furrow while she inspected the object and took off the cap to reveal a metal tube inside. When she
twisted the base, a waxy substance emerged from the tube, the same deep red hue that had burned
itself into his memory when he had seen it on her lips some weeks ago. With an arched eyebrow,
Jenna cast questioning looks at him and the lipstick until she suddenly gasped, seemingly struck by a
realization. Alex was taken aback to hear his mother squeal with glee before her hands shot towards
him to grab him with a hand under his ear on either side of his head and she pulled him up for a deep
kiss.

"Thank you. I love you. So much. My perfect little boy. I wanted to. Do this. For so long," she
confessed in short bursts in between kisses. Equally happy and confused about the sudden shift in
her reaction, Alex didn't know what to say as she beamed at him for a moment. "Come on then," she
said giddily as she took hold of his jaw and brought the lipstick up to his face, "Pucker up."
"Wait, it's for you," Alex protested but Jenna dismissed it with a laugh. Consigning himself to his fate,
Alex held still as Jenna carefully applied the lipstick. He couldn't help being turned on by it as Jenna
had found another border of his to effortlessly demolish and another bit of control for her to take
from him. "Oh my, you look just," she admired him as she leant back up, struggling to contain herself.
Alex saw a telltale outline appear in Jenna's dress as she openly eyefucked him. When she brought a
hand back down and slipped a finger past his painted lips, he unthinkingly suckled and tongued it. He
got into it more and more and even bobbing his head a bit as he looked up at her hungrily.

When she eventually pulled her finger back out with a pop, it was covered in saliva and marked with
a red ring near the base. "Everything's unwrapped, are we going to play with our new toys now?"
Alex asked teasingly.

A lecherous grin split Jenna's beautiful lips as she got off the couch and made to hike up her dress,
then she suddenly stopped herself. "Let's see if that camera actually works. Get it set up, I'll be right
back," she instructed. Alex's eyes went wide, shocked and turned on by the thought of recording
whatever Jenna was about to do to him. While he was still unpacking it and skimming the handbook
to get the most basic idea of how to operate it, Jenna had hurried out of the room and returned in
heels that matched her dress, carrying something small that she insisted on hiding from him. "Get it
set up so it has a good side view of me here," she ordered, patiently watching him scurry around the
room looking for the best spot for the camera where it was hooked up to the power and had a good
angle, then trying to get anything approaching decent lighting in the room and finally fiddling with
the camera's settings.

When he was about as happy with the shot he'd set up as he was going to get, he headed over to
where Jenna was sitting. "So, what are we doing?" he asked, his mind racing with possibilities.

"Nothing quite yet," Jenna replied and got off the couch, "First you need your costume." She ran her
fingers over his collar and began unbuttoning his shirt. Alex stood still as Jenna slowly undressed him,
staring into his eyes even as she removed and discarded his shirt, then opened his belt, button and
fly before she hooked her thumbs into his underwear. Even when she crouched in front of him to pull
down his pants and underwear, her eyes stayed on his. Looking down into her eyes and cleavage like
that was a view he had often dreamt about, although it had now come to pass under very different
circumstances than he would've ever imagined.

When she came back up after stripping him of every bit of clothing aside from his choker and plug,
the tension hanging in the air had him breathing heavily and his tiny penis standing at attention. "Not
quite there yet but get the camera rolling already," Jenna instructed. After starting the recording,
Alex walked back into the shot awkwardly, painfully aware of his naked body being filmed in ultra-
high definition. He watched Jenna collect the ribbons from the discarded gift wrapping before she
returned to him. "Relax baby, we're keeping this video private," she whispered as she walked behind
him and brought his hands together behind his back. Alex's breathing quickened as he felt her tie one
ribbon after another around his wrists. "At least for now," she added teasingly once she was done,
giving Alex goosebumps. It felt like he could break his ties if he put his back into it, but he couldn't
think of a reason to even try.

Her hand left a trail of tingles on his skin as it ran up his arm while she walked around him and sat
back down on the couch. She pointed at the floor between her feet and Alex dropped to his knees at
the indicated spot, heart racing in his chest as he watched her hike her dress up to reveal her half-
hard cock draped over her massive smooth balls. The sight made him forget any inhibitions he might
have had about being recorded. He lurched forward, lips parting and tongue sticking out but was
stopped by a heel on his chest. "Mom! Please," he complained, his mouth already watering.
"Just a moment, my greedy little slut," Jenna stalled. She took the lipstick and applied another layer
to him, laying it on thick. "There you go," she inspected her work, already full of anticipation of the
mess it would cause. Alex saw her take out something she had tucked into her belt behind her back.
"One more thing: Do not call me Mom while the camera is rolling," she ordered, "Understood?" Alex
nodded and saw her face brimming with excitement as she brought the object to his face. "Perfect,"
she said as she secured the blindfold over his eyes before leaning back and hooking a calf behind his
back, "And action."

Following his cue, Alex lunged forward, burying his face in her crotch. "Thank you," he moaned, "Oh,
you smell so good." Surrounded by darkness, Alex wasn't quite sure where his face was but he
thought he could feel her shaft against his temple. With her intoxicating scent flooding his nostrils, he
sought out its source and worked his face in under her shaft to breathe in her musk and run his
tongue over the familiar texture of her sack. Even having come to know her endowments as well as
he had, being blind made it a very different experience, making him all the more aware of the scent,
taste and feel of her warm soft skin on his face. It also made him even more helpless against her than
he already was, doubly so with his hands tied behind his back, and the feeling of utter submission
was simply sublime.

Alex moaned nonstop as he licked and kissed his way down to the pair of weights pulling the skin of
her sack tight, feeling the warm weight of her cock lift off his back as his devoted service brought it to
life. Nearly dislocating his jaw, he sucked each of her fist-sized cum factories into his mouth in turn to
give them a good tongue bath, relishing the taste as well as the sound of Jenna's appreciative coos.

Completely focussed on his oral exploration, Alex was only vaguely aware anymore that he was being
recorded. The thought was just present enough in the back of his mind to leave him even more
aroused than he normally would have been while worshipping his mother's sack. He had no idea just
how much of a lewd scene the camera was capturing with Jenna moaning and mauling one of her
breasts she had pulled out of her dress while Alex left striking red lipstick marks all over the pale skin
of her crotch. As much as Alex enjoyed lavishing Jenna's balls with the attention they deserved and
lapping up the salty lubricant that already ran all the way down her cock, they both knew it was only
the prelude.

"Can I suck your cock? Please? I want it so bad," Alex begged, the one reason that could justify taking
his lips off her sack.

The few seconds she made him wait for a reply were agonizing. "How could I deny you your life's
purpose?" she finally relented.

"Thank you. Thank you. Thank you," Alex muttered over and over again as he kissed his way up.
Moaning with seething arousal, he rubbed his face back and forth along her shaft as he slowly made
his way up, constantly lapping up her delicious juices and showering her cock with red marks from his
loving kisses. He was thankful from the bottom of his heart for just how much of her throbbing pole
there was for him to worship. Before, his blowjobs had been acts of ready submission in the face of
her clear superiority and rightful dominance, or even something he had to be forced into in a past
that now seemed downright absurd. But now, knowing how she could make him feel with it had
given him an entirely new appreciation of it, one he could scarcely express properly.

His nose bumping into the lower ridge of her fleshy helmet was his first sign that he was about to
complete his ascent, which meant he was getting ever closer to finally feeling her pulsing rod deep
down his throat again. With his tongue roaming higher and higher over the silky skin of her tip, he let
out a whorish moan when the tip of his tongue flicked over her cumslit. He couldn't get enough of
the taste and feel of her pre-coated glans, letting his tongue roam back and forth all over it.
Eventually, he brought his lips down around it to make sure not a drop of her pre escaped him.

Moaning through his nose, Alex bobbed his head up and down on just the first three inches of her
crown and tongued hungrily at it, which was rewarded by even more natural lubricant flowing from
her slit for him to greedily swallow while listening to her moans and coos. He didn't mean to tease
her by dutifully attending to just a sixth of her length but nevertheless, that was what he was doing.
Pointless though it was under his blindfold, his eyes shot wide open when the almost-forgotten leg
wrapped behind his neck began exerting pressure.

Without a single thought of resisting, Alex opened wide and let her impale his mouth on her huge
spear. "You said you wanted to suck my cock," Jenna reminded him as she slipped deeper into his
mouth, "So get to it." Alex proved his determination to be her favourite cockwarmer by keeping his
tongue busy and swallowing around her as she forced him down her pole with a speed that would
have almost anyone else gagging around her massive shaft. She did encounter some resistance,
though Alex was blameless for it as the collar, already sitting snug around his neck, refused the
growing bulge in his throat passage.

A simple latex band had no chance of stopping Jenna from driving herself into Alex. She simply pulled
him in more forcefully, the elastic choker having to stretch around her cock just like Alex's throat. She
paid no mind to Alex's discomfort from the band digging into his sensitive skin, actually quite
enjoying the extra tightness it provided. With this last speedbump out of the way, it wasn't long
before she had forced herself all the way down Alex's throat, his lips leaving a perfect red mark
around her base.

"I don't feel any sucking," Jenna mocked him as she hooked the foot of her leg holding him in place
under the knee of her other leg. His mind having dissolved into submissive bliss thanks to his utterly
powerless situation, Alex tried as best he could to suck, lick and swallow around the pulsing shaft
buried all the way inside him as it should be. All the diving he'd had to do came in handy as he fought
to ignore the ever more intense burning in his lungs so he could fully devote himself to what really
mattered, that being her pleasure. Even the twitches running up and down his body and the muffled
noises he made as he squirted his watery juices on the floor heightened her pleasure.

It wasn't until the burning in his lungs became too much and panic began to build that he started
struggling to pull off her but her hold on him was iron. Only when his struggling started to ebb as he
felt himself fading out of consciousness did Jenna let up, actually bringing her calf around under him
to help him off her cock. When her cock re-emerged from his lips, strings of slimy saliva connected
them until they tore when he collapsed on top of her, panting with his head resting on her lower
belly.

"Thank you," Alex said hoarsely as soon as he had a spare breath to do it. "Thank you for using me. I
love you, m... my Goddess," he babbled, barely managing to catch himself at the end.

"As you should," he heard her say, knowing without needing to see her that she was smirking and
very pleased with him. "It's not a great sign of devotion to leave a job unfinished, is it?" she teased.

Still breathing heavily and somewhat lightheaded, Alex picked himself up and resumed his dutiful
service. He brought his lips back to her enormous shaft, which had just left a wet spot on his
shoulder. Cutting off his newly regained access to oxygen was a sacrifice he was all too happy to
make in favour of getting his lips around his mother's cock again. He fervently brought his head down
on her shaft, putting more and more strength into it as he bobbed up and down several times until
he finally managed to force her tip past his choker and smoothly bring himself the rest of the way
down.

He allowed himself a moment to bask in the sensations of her pulsing shaft being once more buried
all the way inside him before he pulled up and began ramming his lips down on her base again and
again. With his mind focused solely on the goal of bringing his mother to climax, Alex brought his
whole torso up and down to roughly facefuck himself with her massive cock. Every now and then, he
shivered when he tried to imagine what a show he was putting on for both her and the camera.

It wasn't too long before he felt her shaft swell and grow even more rigid inside him, the twitches
running through it heralding the reward for his efforts. When her leg came down behind him again,
Alex happily let her pull him all the way down and hold him there while he felt her balls contract
against his chin. Then the long-awaited pulses came rolling over his tongue and down his throat.
Serene servile satisfaction blanketed Alex's mind as he listened to his mother's orgasmic moans and
felt his stomach swell with the liquid heat of his well-earned reward.

When Jenna removed her leg and allowed him to pull off, he did so slowly, savouring the feeling of
her cock sliding back up his throat as inch after inch reappeared from his lips shiny and smeared with
lipstick. Sucking the last bit of cum out of her, he moaned at the taste and swirled it around in his
mouth before finally swallowing it. As soon as her tip had emerged from his mouth, he began
peppering kisses all over her slowly softening cock. He only stopped when he felt the gentle touch of
fingertips on his scalp.

"That's enough for now," Jenna said, the contentment and happiness in her voice yet another sweet
reward for Alex's subservience. He felt her grab him with a hand on each side of his ribs and let out a
surprised gasp when she easily lifted him up onto the couch beside her. "Congratulations on your
debut, baby," she giggled as she wrapped an arm around his naked body, pulled him against her side
and gently caressed his hair.

"Uh mom, won't you untie me?" Alex asked impatiently.

"Oh, of course. Just, not quite yet," she answered in a warm tone that nonetheless left no room for
debate.

"Love you mom," Alex muttered as she pulled him against her tightly before he dozed off.