I woke in the early morning hours in my own bed with my head tucked under Mommy's chin. I wiggled down in her arms to quietly suckle, careful not to become so excited that I whimpered, afraid of waking her, unconscious that I was still wearing her negligee. In the morning, Mommy left me in bed with my erection to dress for work. "I'm going to cum for you," I called after her and began tugging on my dick. "I love you. Good boys always cum for their mommies. I love you so fucking much, Mommy."
"Do you see the gift I've made for us? Whenever you play with your cock, you'll remember how much you love me."
"What about you, Mommy?"
"I get to help you become what you want to be."
"I love my Mommy. I love my Mommy," I droned on, not wanting to know what was to become of me, of us.
Mommy walked back into my room and crawled up my new rose duvet and, mouth over my dick, she glanced up at me and hissed, "Don't go soft." My dick melted as her mouth enveloped it. Her tongue played at my cock within her mouth, stiffening it, but at the slightest graze of her teeth, it would go soft again. Still, there was no fear, none, unlike when I fed my dick to her pussy or when she took it. I felt nothing but love for my mommy's mouth. The sight of Mommy's mouth sliding over and around my cock, my own mommy's mouth, was exciting beyond words. If I bucked, she slowed. If I whined, she stopped to ask if I was okay. If I begged her to suck my dick, she would stop to tell me she was. After an eternity of pain as she lovingly, tenderly sucked my cock, I came in her mouth, still soft. "Like any good mother would," she said with a knowing smile as she pulled away. "I love you. Finish your chores if you want Mommy tonight."
"Okay, Mommy. I will."
"Wear something nice too. I want to go out on a date tonight."
"I love you, Mommy."
She smiled back at me. "You're mine." She leaned down to kiss my lips. "I'm sorry. I couldn't let you get away. Not my own son. You need me, you love me, and you're mine. Mommy's cunt's eaten you alive and you don't even know it yet. My cunt loves you so much. I'm so giddy I'm fucking my son, I don't know what I feel. You're the best son a mother could wish for. Now be a good boy and do your chores." Mommy rose to leave. "Dinner and a movie or dinner and a walk around town?"
"A walk," I answered, figuring we would be at home and in bed sooner that way.
I had to rush to get everything done and get showered and dressed by the time Mommy got home that evening. I jerked off twice and each time felt my love for Mommy swell within me, knowing that what I was doing was right, that I was a good boy for touching my dick while I reveled in the knowledge that I loved her and she me. It wasn't, or didn't feel as though I was worshipping her pussy. It simply felt right. When she came home, I was dressed in my one suit, the one she bought me for her mother's funeral.
"Take that off. We're going upstairs first." She stripped off her clothes as she climbed the stairs. Plopping down on my made bed as I undressed, she reached a hand behind each knee and lifted her legs up, spread for me. "Come home, baby," she cooed as I crawled between them. Overwhelmed to be fucking my mommy again, I came on my second stroke. I crawled up her torso and began rubbing my dick on her lips. She opened her mouth and I planted my hands on the headboard and sunk my dick into it to cum as I withdrew. Mommy closed her eyes, breathing very evenly. I rose and left to give her a chance to nap.
In her bedroom, I rifled through her closet, looking for what I wanted her to wear on our date. I settled on a white silk blouse with black stripes I remembered from when I was younger and a black skirt and pumps and a fine-knit red cardigan and fox stole. I woke Mommy an hour later by throwing her legs wide to lick her pussy. She lay perfectly still and quiet as the orgasms rolled over her. "Time to go," I said at last.
"Our reservation isn't until eight. Cuddle with me." She reached over to the nightstand where my toy lay from the night before and smeared it with lube. Motioning for me to lie on my side, she lay down behind me, bare breasts pressed into my back and penetrated me. The dildo fit comfortably within me and she began screwing me right away as she whispered to me. "Tell me how it feels, being a fellow prisoner, being consumed by our love, mother and son. Tell me how your shitter feels, knowing I own you and it."
"I can't stand the dildo. This is good. I know I'm me. Everything that keeps me afraid of myself is gone. I'm yours but I know that. Knew that." The toy dick inside of me was making my shitter convulse. My ass tightened and tightened upon it, the spasms coming with increasing frequency. "It's so . . .. everything. Everything? What's everything?"
"We are, baby," Mommy reassured me, continuing to screw my ass. "We're everything, all that you need to know right now is you and me."
"Gawd, Mommy! I love that cock in my ass!" I cried as something popped inside me, loosening me to her fucking cock. "I know, Mommy. I know now. I'm everything and I'm yours."
"You're everything to me," she hissed, fucking my ass harder.
"I'm everything. But what am I? It's so obvious, but I don't know. I don't know what I am."
"You're a good little slut, baby. You're Mommy's good little slut. You like cock, don't you. Tell me." She reached around with her other hand and began twisting the head of my dick and I screamed.
"I love cock! I love cock inside me. Your cock, Mommy. I love my Mommy's fucking cock in my ass. It feels soo good, rubbing all the right places inside me, making me feel so fucking horny. I can't get enough. I can't get enough of your fucking dick, Mommy."
"You're so gay," Mommy mused. "I know you'd love a man inside you. We'll talk about that some other time. After."
"I love dick, I love dick, I love dick," I chanted for Mommy as she stroked my little boy cock and fucked my ass. "Mommy! Mommy, do you love me?!" Mommy didn’t answer and the heaven of pleasure I had been cast adrift in had to serve as answer enough. "I love you, Mommy!!!" I screamed as I contorted in her arms. "Fuck!! I'm cumming, Mommy. I'm cumming, Mommy! Fuck! Mommy, I'm cumming! I'm cumming!"
"You're such a good boy," she whispered in my ear.
"Mommy!" I squealed. "No! I'm making me cum!"
"Good boys always cum for their mommies," she reminded me softly.
"I love you so much," I shouted in a pained gurgle.
"You're begging."
"I don't care."
"Beg for what you want."
"Mommy, please let me dick my hole. Let me fuck my ass. I always want a cock in my fucking ass."
"I love you so much. I love my baby so much." She had begun to suck my earlobe and nibble at my neck, arcing her back to press her breasts firmly into me.
"Mommy! I can! I can, Mommy!"
"Of course you can, dear." Her hand glided up and down my dick.
"I love the slut my Mommy made me, love my Mommy, love my Mommy, love fucking my Mommy's dick with my ass till I, till I . . . "
"Cum, baby."
"Mommy," I wheezed in an orgasm that wracked my body like a sob. The cock in my ass slowed and when I spun, it popped out of me. I wrapped my arms around my Mommy's neck and, shaking like a leaf, began speaking without thinking. "I need you, Mommy. So much. God, so much. You'll never know. Please, Mommy. I need you. Let me need you. Please, Mommy." Mommy was smiling and her eyes were closed, letting my words wash over her. When I clutched to her lower, still shaking, my head between her breasts, she answered.
"I'll always be here for you. I'll always love you. Always." She held me close. "Don't you want to feed?" she asked after a moment then looked down at my tear-streaked face. She smiled and wrapped a leg around me and pulled me up onto the inside of her other thigh, then wrapped both legs and arms around me, pulling me close and tight, pulling my mouth to her breasts. I obligingly wrapped my lips around one of her nipples and whatever else existed in me but my need of her disappeared as I began to nurse.
Mommy and I held hands across the table at the restaurant. I wanted her so bad as her fingers traced over my knuckled, I ached. Not just sexually. I loved my Mommy so much, it was unbearable. She ordered a double strawberry daiquiri and a virgin strawberry daiquiri when the waitress came and swapped them out to give me the liquor.
"Were you a good boy while I was a work today?"
"Yes, Mommy. I used that gift you gave me to help me remember how much I love you."
"Do you love me? I wonder sometimes. I wonder sometimes if you could possibly love me the way I love you."
"You're everything to me, Mommy. You loved me since before I was born. No other woman will ever mean to me what you do."
"You don't understand. You don't understand because I don't talk about it. If I live, it's only through you. If I'm happy, it's only through you. Oh, God, now so much more so than ever. If I have a reason for being on this planet, it's you. Baby, they're just words. I know they're just words which is why I don't say them and I know our love might seem to play out differently, but that's me guiding you. I love you. I have no heart. I only have you."
"I'll always love you, Mommy."
"I know." She winked. "I know that now. Tell me about school starting. Just two more weeks."
"Can you homeschool me?"
Mommy laughed. "Not on your life, you dirty young man. Are you worried you won't have anyone to sit with at lunch? When I was your age, I was always terrified I wouldn't have anyone to sit with at lunch."
"I don't care," I mumbled.
"Be honest, baby."
"I don't know. I haven't worried, but I do."
"You don't work and play well with others your own age." She smiled.
I laughed. "No. And I don't want to!"
She patted my hand. "That's fine. We'll work something out. I want you to have friends."
Another pair of daiquiris came with our entrees. I migrated over to Mommy's side of the booth and she called for the check when I straddled her lap and tried to kiss her. "You're such a wonderful young man." She said, her fingertips on my chin to keep me at bay.
"One kiss?"
"One kiss." She didn't seem to mind when I kissed her passionately in front of the whole restaurant, heedless when the bill was set on the table. Finally, her head tilted back in a long purr. "You have no idea what you do to me."
"Are we going home, Mommy?"
"Not yet." She reached in her purse for her credit card and slid it into the folder with the check.
I leaned down and kissed her again, our lips playing at each other's, saying things we would never voice aloud, our tongues expressing how we felt within each other's mouths. I picked the daiquiri up from the table and offered Mommy a sip then took one myself. The waitress was smiling when she came for the card. My mouth moved elsewhere, biting Mommy's chin gently, sucking at her earlobe. Then I slid down and she reached out an arm to support my weight. My butt lay between her legs and she kissed me. He hand touched my erection through my pants and I moaned into her mouth. When she broke our embrace, I stared up into her eyes. "I love you, Mommy."
"I love you," she answered and we sat together like that, whispering to each other, till the waitress returned. Mommy gently rubbed the lipstick from my face and urge me off her lap. She placed a tip on the table and we walked out hand-in-hand. Leaving the car in the parking garage, we headed out into the city. Five blocks down was a dance studio.
"Would you like to learn to dance?"
Ordinarily, I would have been reluctant, but in the haze of the liquor, I answered honestly. "Yes, Mommy. Please?"
The first floor was occupied by a ballet class. We waited patiently at the counter and eventually a woman in her early sixties arrived. "Yes? What can I do for you?" Everything about her suggested flamboyance.
"Do you have any private instructors available?"
"Not at this hour, not without an appointment."
Mommy looked down at me. "Please. I want to dance with you so bad."
The woman behind the counter smiled broadly.
"I'll pay $250 if you can come up with one," Mommy said.
"What would you like to learn?"
"What would you like to learn, baby?"
"I think you two would love Salsa," the woman behind the counter supplied. She motioned us to follow upstairs to an empty mat. "It'll be easier without the shoes, dear. Who wants to lead?"
I stared blankly at Mommy till she answered, "I'll lead."
The next hour passed in a giddy haze of perfume and kissing and half-listening to the instructor as Mommy danced me around the room. "Can we have a half hour to practice what we learned?" Mommy asked when the lesson was through. "In private."
The instructor suppressed a laugh. "The light switch is on the wall over there." She walked downstairs.
"Lie by the wall," Mommy said. "No noise." The wall was covered in plate glass mirrors. I lay with my head to it and Mommy unfastened my belt. She lifted her skirt up and removed her panty hose and without so much as a kiss, took my dick back home to her pussy. I looked up and saw her staring into the mirror on the wall. "Close your eyes," she said, and I did. All I could think about was how my dick was in my Mommy's pussy again, how, again, I was filling my role in life. Mommy and I were fucking. Arms pulled me up into a sitting position and I instinctively wrapped my legs around Mommy's ass and arms around her back. I found her breasts bare and began to suckle as she rode my bare cock. We moved together in a slow natural rhythm as she clutched my head to her chest. Eventually, she pulled my head away, holding it by the sides with her hands. I opened my eyes and stared up into hers, dripping with worry and compassion. "Do you want to cum in your Mommy's pussy? Will you give me my cum, baby?"
I panted, my breath catching in my throat. It was all I could do to stifle my scream. "I love you, Mommy." Her pussy contracted yet again.
"Next one," she said. Mommy looked at the mirror and smiled. "Tell me you want to fuck another girl."
"I don't, Mommy. I swear I don't."
"Tell me where your dick belongs."
"In your pussy. Your pussy is the only place my dick belongs, Mommy. Good boys always cum in their Mommies."
"Tell me you want me to cum."
"I don't, I don't know."
"Then what do you want? Right now?"
"I want you to know that my dick is inside of you, that your baby boy's dick is inside of you, making you cum."
Mommy's vagina contracted again and I ejaculated. "Told you," she said. I heard a rustle of noise in the stairwell but, before I could react, Mommy waved her hand dismissively. "Mommy wants to see how her cunt tastes on your dick," she said and took me in her mouth. I knew better than to whine or screech, so I lay perfectly still and tried to relax as Mommy gave me one of her torturous blowjobs. So tender, so gentle, so loving, teasing me hard again and again only to slide her teeth over my dick to steal my erection away. As the intensity climbed my head began to thrash back and forth and my legs kick at the mat. Mommy lifted her head. "Are you okay?"
"Yes, Mommy," I whined softly and she returned to sucking my cock. I bit my lip and relaxed as best I could, my breath softly panting in and out. The relaxation lent me peace and my dick fought more to grow hard but I thought nothing of it when she kept it soft with gentle brushes of her teeth. I focused on how much I loved her and was transported away inside my head to a safe, warm place where I felt nothing. "I love my Mommy. I love my Mommy." The words breathed softly forth from me in a perfectly steady rhythm even as I rose to orgasm. "I'm going to cum for you, Mommy," I said and felt my orgasm recede as I returned to reality. Again, I found the warm, safe elsewhere place in my head and stared at the ceiling with unfocused eyes. My Mommy was such a good Mommy for sucking my dick. I knew this. And I knew how grateful I was and felt ashamed of wanting to cum. I loved her mouth so much. I couldn't wait to thank her afterward and tell her how much I loved her, but I knew this was for both of us and I shouldn't expect anything but this, to know how much my Mommy loved me, and how much I loved her. I smiled so wide at the thought. "Mommy loves me."
"That's right," she said and returned to my dick.
"Can I cum, Mommy?"
"Yes, baby," she mumbled, her mouth full of my little boy cock.
I was so happy, knowing I could cum. Tears of love swelled in my eyes and rolled soundlessly down my cheeks. When the cum began to run from my dick, Mommy made a happy sound that had a hint of a chuckle to it. It came slowly, I came slowly. When there was no more in me, Mommy didn't stop until I said, "I came, Mommy."
She rose up. "What's the matter, baby?" she asked, brushing the tears from my eyes.
I smiled and shook my head.
"You can tell me. You can tell me everything."
"I love you so much."
Her mouth descended on mine and we kissed for long minutes until the shuffling sound in the stairwell returned. "Get dressed, baby," she said, as she began buttoning her blouse. I pulled up and fastened my pants as my mostly nude Mommy straightened herself for public. She fixed her lipstick in the mirror on the wall and kissed me once more, leaving a large, thick smear about my mouth. She fixed her lipstick again. “I’d suck dick for a cigarette,” she muttered to her reflection as she zipped up her skirt. I heard a soft cough from the stairwell.
“Can we come back next week?”
“I don’t see why not.” She held out her hand and I took it. “You have to practice with me at home. Five hours a week. Are you sure?”
“Yes, Mommy.”
She led me down the stairs where our instructor waited at the counter. “We’d like regular lessons. Once a week?” The instructor just smirked. “We’ll practice at home. Five hours a week. We’ll be excellent students. I promise.”
Our instructor smiled. “You can pay by the lesson or for ten lessons in advance. $400 for ten lessons.”
“With you?”
“Six hundred.”
“For both of us.”
“Of course.”
“Sounds lovely.” Mommy pulled her credit card out of her purse.
“Are you sure you two will practice?”
“Yes,” Mommy grunted. She turned and smiled at me. “We need outfits. Maybe some makeup for you.”
“Well, aren’t you a lucky boy. With your blond hair, I can’t recommend red enough. Here.” She rustled around in a drawer behind the counter and retrieved a business card. “You can find something on the internet, I’m sure. But this is the tailor I recommend. You might want alterations and, if you ever perform . . . “
“Where can we?” I blurted.
The instructor smiled. “It’s a question of when. But not for a few months when we have a solid routine for you. If you decide you can perform, if you can show me what you showed me tonight, I could collect $200 a head, easy.”
My mouth opened and closed soundlessly.
“We’ll talk,” Mommy said and took the tailor’s card with a wink. “Wigs?”
“I don’t care much for them myself. Let it grow out for a few months and get it styled.” She looked at me again. “Maybe black with matching lipstick. Get some press on nails. Some contouring to sharpen the nose, and nice, smoky brown eyeshadow with a dot of black at either corner. “
“Show her your clit, Baby.” Still drunk and relaxed from cumming in Mommy’s pussy and mouth, I unfastened my belt and pants and opened my fly. The instructor smiled at my shaved dick. “Do you like cock in your ass?” Mommy asked. I nodded.
“Oh, I already knew that,” our instructor smiled.
"I'm afraid that's as close as we can come to a show."
"Trust. I think I understand. Are Tuesday evenings good for you?"
"Nine o'clock Tuesdays?" Mommy asked through gritted teeth.
"Ten weeks?"
"Baby, do you promise to practice five hours a week?" I nodded my head. "Wonderful, now put your little-girl-clit away unless you want to show our new dance instructor your asshole.
I paused, considering. "Yes, Mommy." I smiled finally and zipped my pants up.
"Do you know our best bet to get my son an outfit tonight."
"There's a novelty shop off Browning, but they're unlikely to have something like that. Still, I'd pay them a visit. And a costume shop off Pierce, probably a much safer bet."
Mommy smiled. "We're getting the real thing, but thank you."
Out on the street, Mommy asked if I'd like another drink to keep my energy up. "It's a shame I can't take you into a bar yet." I nodded and Mommy led me into a small shop for a small coke that she doped in the bathroom. We headed farther into the city and stopped in front of Satin and Lace. Mommy smiled. "This must be the place. Listen, baby, there's a small park two blocks down. Go there and wait for Mommy." She'd didn't appear for almost an hour. I had finished my drink and was telling a tall, thin man with a small dog how much I love my Mommy. "He's cute, isn't he?" she asked the man with a wink. But he's not ready."
"I love you, Mommy," I said unthinkingly, looking up at her. "What's in the bags?"
"Would both of you like to see?" Mommy began pulling lingerie - - - panties and panties, hosiery, bustiers, chemises, even a corset out of the bag before stuffing it all back in. "You can look at it later. I even bought you a costume. A blue fairy costume. Trust me, you'll look darling in it. Say," she asked the man with the dog, "do you live far from here?"
"Not too."
"I wouldn't ask this but my son's taken a liking to you and we could use a lift downtown. I want to buy him a gown for our Salsa lessons."
"Sure thing," he said. "Follow the dog." He jerked the leash and the dog lead the way to row house in a nice neighborhood. "I'd ask you in, but I think I know the answer. Let me get my baby settled and I'll be back out. The black SUV's mine." He clicked his keychain and it unlocked.
"Give us ten minutes, please. I want to get him dressed."
"Whatever you need."
In the backseat of the SUV, Mommy handed me a pair of black panties with a large bow on the back and slipped a bustier over my head. Working quickly, she fastened hose to the garter straps and began dressing me again. "I can do it, Mommy."
"Mommy wants to help," she breathed. I tried to kiss her, but she wouldn't allow much more than a peck. "He'll be out at any minute."
Mommy climbed into the front seat and, sure enough, the stranger returned. "How about I don't tell you my name?" he asked, sliding into the driver's seat.
Mommy smiled. "Sounds absolutely, positively lovely." The stranger produced a glass vial and Mommy nodded. He unscrewed and held a lump of power under each of her nostrils for her to snort.
We stopped at Nordstrom's a few miles away. "Remember," Mommy said, climbing out of the car. "Salsa. And I'm paying so I'm choosing. Oh, and," she smiled, "this is daddy."
The next hour was a whirl of dresses and changing, with this stranger quietly standing off in the corner. Mommy settled on a bright red dress with a very high hemline and cut-out waist panels with a red choker. "I love it, Mommy!" I exclaimed and hugged her. She took my arms and practiced a few of our Salsa steps. "Now it's time to learn something new." She turned to the stranger.
"Take us home, dear."
At Mommy's urging, Daddy made me a drink and soon Mommy and Daddy were sitting on the sofa and I was sitting on the carpet in my new dress and my drink, smiling for no reason.
"Baby, Mommy wants to teach you how to suck dick." I blinked. "Come here, sweetie. Don't be afraid. This skill will serve you very, very well in life. Daddy, could you pull out your cock? Now, dear, don't be in too much of a hurry. What I want you to do first is start kissing his stomach and inner thighs. That's a good boy. Now take him in your mouth and suck. You like that, don't you. Tell daddy how much you like sucking his cock."
"Thank you for letting me suck your cock, Daddy."
"I love the way you do it, sport."
"Now loosen your lips and put your tongue flat against his dick and lick his cock as you bob your head up and down. When you get tired, pull back with just the head of his dick in your mouth for a minute or two and flick your tongue across the head. Good boy. Wonderful. Does it feel good, Daddy?"
"It feels great!!" Daddy moaned. Music to my ears.
"Now I want you to bob your head in a capital D shape. Come straight down on his cock, the pull back and around and forward and straight down again. Men love that because their dick gets to hit so many parts of your mouth. Now stay gentle, very gentle. We want to torture Daddy, don't we? Suck his dick as long as you can. If he moans or quivers, slow down until he calms down." She smiled and lifted her own drink. "Isn't our son a fantastic cocksucker?"
Daddy was leaning back into the sofa and barely managed a "yes."
"Can't I let him fuck me, Mommy," I moaned after ten more minutes.
"No, baby, you're too young. Now keep sucking Daddy's cock. This is a favor every mother needs to do for her son, and I'll explain why later."
In five more minutes, the head of Daddy's dick was in my mouth and I was flicking my tongue around it when Mommy told me to let him cum. "Do the D shape, sweetie, fast." Daddy erupted in my mouth seconds later. I pulled my head back and coughed through my nose, then swallowed. "You are such a good boy!!" Mommy cried. She smiled at Daddy.
"We'll find our own way back to our car. Thank you so much for being so helpful."
"It was a pleasure."
"Mommy?"
"We'll do whatever you want when we get to the car, then when we get home, then I'm taking a half day tomorrow, and then . . . you get the idea, baby."
The walk back to the car was wearisome. Once inside, I straddled Mommy's lap and kissed her deeply. "What a son," she sighed with closed eyes. "We'll get in trouble here though."
As soon as we pulled into the garage at home and the door began closing behind us, I jumped on Mommy again, kissing her frantically, unbuttoning her blouse, clumsily struggling with her bra. She pulled the lever on her seat and it reclined as I nursed at her breasts. "Cum on them, baby." I pulled my panties down and hiked my skirt up and began masturbating furiously as Mommy reached down and squeezed my balls. I whined and whined as I spurted cum on Mommy's tits, then lowered my head to suckle, while she held me against her. "Mommy's pussy is going to drain your soul out of your dick tonight," she told me and I whimpered into her breasts."
She half-carried me inside and upstairs to my bed, and paused to strip my dress off me and then turn out the lights, then she pulled my panties down and pushed me back onto the rose duvet. Mommy stripped and mounted my cock. "I want you to dream about me, baby. I want you to dream about this, about your Mommy fucking you. Shoot your load, dear." I came instantly but Mommy didn't stop, merely smiled. "I want your every thought to be about your Mommy's pussy. It's what you miss, what you love. You love me when you love it. You miss me when you miss it. It loves you like I do. My pussy loves you so much, baby." My face contorted and I came again. "So soon? That's a good boy though." Mommy clasped her hands behind her back and I watched her ride me, the ceiling spinning from the alcohol, until I went soft inside her, until her pussy ground over my limp dick. "I love you," she said at last and lowered her mouth to clean my little-boy-dick. "Get your toy. We're not done." I handed it to her. "All fours." Obediently, I flipped over on my forearms and knees. Mommy took my toy in her hand and the dick entered me and I screeched and squealed as Mommy fucked me. She continued long after I lay still, mindlessly accepting the cock pistoning in and out of me. "Roll over, baby." I did as she asked and she reinserted the cock, holding my legs over her shoulders. "Let's see if you have one more cum in you. Play with your little-girl-clit for me." I did as she asked and began to squeal again. "You look so pretty in your new lingerie. I love seeing my baby boy become my baby girl, a wanton slut and the hottest fuck in three states. Cum for me, baby. Can't you get hard? Did Mommy fuck it all out of you? Baby, I'm afraid Mommy just isn't going to stop. She knows how much you love cock. You've told me again and again." I played with my dick absentmindedly as the darkness grew thicker. "I love fucking my baby's asshole. Maybe tomorrow, I'll strap on your toy dick and we can have some real fun. But this will have to do for now, right baby?" I made an indistinct sound. The thrusting cock within me slowed and Mommy's voice softened. "I know you need me, baby. And as much as you need me, I love you. This is forever. What we've begun can't be undone. You don't have to worry about that, and you shouldn't be scared by it. Mommy loves you." I smiled. If she said more, I didn't remember it in the morning.