Scanning the directory, she found "True Self Enterprises" on the fifteenth floor and convinced herself it wasn't odd that a building as short as this one had fifteen floors, or that most of the floors beneath the fifteenth didn't appear in the directory. She entered the elevator and laughed at her paranoia, finding buttons for all of the missing floors. Out of curiosity, she pressed twelve. The elevator didn't respond. She tried the other unlisted floors, and the elevator not only didn't move, but the door stayed open as if to tell her if she was going to get out, now would be the time. She pressed fifteen. The doors closed.
Karen took the time to review the letter she'd received a week ago. It concerned one of her employees, David, a sweet if quiet man she'd hired over a year ago to help with customer relations. In all that time, even thought they'd never spoken of anything but work, Karen had wondered if he had a little crush on her—he always smiled when he saw her and the one time she'd given him a compliment, on a shirt that advertised how he was a bit leaner than she'd realized, his ears had flushed bright red. Truth was, she liked the attention, for years she'd struggled with the fact that she intimidated most men, and quite a few women. She didn't do so intentionally, but she had a presence that announced itself when she entered a room; it wasn't just her physical being although that was certainly part of it. Her friends liked to joke that she was "gifted" when it came to curves, especially through her hips, yet she somehow managed to appear both soft and strong. David, like a few other men she'd known, fell into a category of men who noticed her but for one reason or another maintained a respectful distance. It was a bit ironic since she appreciated deference in a partner, but they worked together so it really was a moot point. She had to give him credit, however, for since she'd hired him he'd stepped up his wardrobe and in general appeared to be trying to impress; he wore the shirt she'd commented on once a week. The letter didn't say much other than that David had sought treatment at True Self and as part of the treatment, they thought it wise to inform his employer, Karen. She'd been assured over the phone that there was nothing to be concerned about, but that she needed to come in in person. David, they added, was unaware she'd been asked to visit True Self, and they thought it best she keep it that way for the time being.
The elevator opened with a ding and Karen found herself standing on new carpeting looking through a massive plate glass window and upon the river. Turning to her left, she found a smiling woman a little older than herself, in a business suit, and perched upon a desk empty but for a phone.
"You have to be Karen."
"I am, I—"
"Exactly as he described. David is such a nice man, don't you think?"
Karen agreed he was, then cut to the point. "So is this...therapy of some kind?"
"You might say that, yes. But non-traditional."
Right, thought Karen. Non-traditional. In other words, snake oil craziness. If she could help David disentangle himself, she would, but she had no intention of making it a long visit.
"You know, I could go on about all that we do, but it might be easier if you watch our video, that way I won't forget anything."
The woman pointed to a small computer screen perched on a table behind Karen. Given that the desk was in the sparsest office Karen had ever seen, she didn't know how she'd missed it.
"How long will it take?"
"It often takes two minutes, tops."
Karen dismissed the odd phrasing and sat down at the desk, slipping on a pair of headphones and watching a rather poorly produced video starring the woman she'd just met, who wasn't named in the video, talking in a somewhat confusing, circular fashion about True Self. As hard as Karen tried, she couldn't track what the woman was saying so that by the time the video ended, she felt as though she'd learned nothing, except that True Self helped people find their true self, and that wasn't very helpful. She did feel oddly relaxed and buoyant and talking to the woman as if they'd known each other for a long time. If asked, she'd have said she felt understood, and that she didn't need to put up any barriers between herself and this new person, whose name she still didn't know. The talk turned to men and how Karen was struggling to find a partner and wasn't even sure who that partner would be anymore, but she knew she wanted someone who could accept what she had to give and treated her like a queen. Hearing herself say these words, she became briefly embarrassed, but just as quickly felt that feeling evaporate. She then looked at her watch and realized she'd been there over an hour, which seemed impossible.
"How long have we been—"
"So, Karen, let's talk about David."
"Oh. Right." Yes, poor David, the reason she was here in the first place.
"He came to us for a treatment a few weeks ago."
"A treatment?"
"Yes. You see, what we do is we put clients in front of a computer monitor, they put on the headphones and it begins like a normal corporate video explaining our services and so on, then it puts them into a state of deep hypnosis during which we're able to unlock their true self and help them accept it."
"In front of a computer monitor like the one I used?"
"In fact, that is the monitor we use."
Karen paused. This sounded like a key detail. If they hypnotized people using the video she'd just watched, did that mean...? She couldn't quite finish the thought.
"So you messed with his head?"
"Not at all. We can't do that, and even if we could it would be unethical. Our clients come to us with help bringing what's already there to the forefront. We take the secret, repressed self and break down its defenses and let it free, but in a controlled, safe way. The software records his responses and creates a full report on his desires."
"And..."
"We then do what we can to help our clients manage them. In his case, we contacted you, since you are all he talked about."
"I'm what?"
"You heard me."
"Should I be concerned?"
"Not in the least."
Karen flushed. What a sweetie.
"The two of you have spent all this time around each other and yet how you feel has remained a secret. Such a shame, isn't it?"
"It is."
"But. I can't."
"And why is that?"
Karen fidgeted. The fantasies she'd had for years came back in a flush. A handsome man, as pet—as a sweet baby boy to care for and suckle her breasts. A friend and partner, but also a lover to train. After all, what was the point of having curves like hers if she couldn't use them to calm and nurture...?
"I agree," said the woman.
"What?"
"That you clearly have a maternal side, and that you need a man who will submit to you willingly and accept your care, while returning the same."
"Wait. Did I say all that out loud?"
"You did."
"I have to get out of here." Karen tried to say it like she meant it but remained in her seat.
"Before you do, I want you to watch this." The woman produced a computer tablet, on it was a still image of David in a video. Karen could see the True Self office in the background. The woman pressed play, and Karen heard her voice, off-camera, ask David to tell her about Karen. When he spoke, it was in a quiet, confessional and reverential tone, Karen had never heard before.
"She's the most beautiful, the most...I don't know, I...get so shy around her but want to snuggle next to her and make her happy, but I don't know how..." David wiped away a tear, while continuing to explain how he thought Karen was really smart and special, and he didn't have the words to explain. He'd tried to let her know how special she was, but he'd sent the flowers anonymously so she could imagine they'd be from whomever she wished.
"Oh honey," said Karen, feeling a catch in her voice, and disappointment with herself for not seeing this in him, and taking care of him. He was a sweetie, but no more keeping things from mommy, that would be rule number one she'd have to get across. She rose from the chair and told the woman she was sorry, but had to go find him.
"I think that's a wonderful idea, but before you do, take this report and read it on the elevator." The woman handed three, stapled pages to Karen. The first one simply said, "David."
Karen gave the woman a hug and thanked her and said she'd call to let her know how things went. This made her laugh for some reason, but Karen let it go and began reading the report in the elevator. For the most part, it felt like reading something she'd always known, but forgotten, about David and, oddly, about herself. At the end, she found a paragraph on long-term effects:
You may be wondering, but this won't alter how either one of you go through your daily lives, at least on a superficial level. You'll both be your normal selves, and the most special and intimate aspects of your relationship will remain private. At times, one of you may feel a little hazy afterwards, but mostly you'll feel relaxed and refreshed as a result of being who you truly are. The one difference is he will be highly suggestible when you show him your breasts. Like most men, he responds to them, but a little hint of cleavage will make him a bit more docile and compliant than most; he will be at his most passive and appreciative. In the moments after you let him see your breasts, you'll be able to guide his state of mind; he won't be able to know his own name or anything other than that he's yours and needs to do whatever you desire. Understand that the more time you spend together like this, the stronger the bond. Now, having finished this report, you will drop it in the incinerator found to the left of the elevator on the first floor. Once you do so, you will forget where you've been and only remember what you've learned. We wish you well.
On her way to the subway, Karen sent her newest employee, David, a text message saying she needed to talk to him and to meet her at her apartment at 7:30 that night. His response, saying he would, but asking if he was in trouble, made her smile. "Of course not, sweetie" was her response. Across town, David read the message with such surprise he walked promptly into a street pole.
Karen stepped out of the shower, toweled off, applied lotion quickly here and there then dressed and looked at herself in her bathroom mirror, smiling at what she saw. To some, she didn't look like she was dressed for a date, but her sweet baby was special if also certain to be nervous and she wanted to put him at ease and not overwhelm him. A simple collared shirt with buttons up the center showed a hint of her soft breasts which were looking as full as ever. Buying a new bra on the way home had been a good idea. The shirt was snug over her breasts and soft belly and stopped at the waist-line of her skirt, which exaggerated the swell of her already voluptuous hips. There was a time when she'd been less than thrilled by her size, particularly as she'd become softer and more voluptuous over the years, but she'd come to embrace it fully and enjoyed feeling the sway of her hips as she padded about her apartment in bare feet, toenails painted a deep red in a hint of sexiness.
The intercom buzzed. 7:29 PM. David was right on time.
She met him at the door, his ears were already red, and Karen took him by the hand and lead him inside where she embraced him, hearing him release a soft "Oh!" as she pulled him to her. "It's okay," she whispered. "I understand."
"Understand what?" David couldn't believe she had a clue as to what he was thinking and feeling. As much as he wanted to believe it and give in, he told himself he shouldn't.
"Close your eyes."
When he did, she kissed his eyelids, then his cheeks.
"Such a sweet boy."
"Thank you." His voice was so quiet it was nearly inaudible and he looked at his feet.
Karen led him to the sofa, where she pulled him to her, laying his head against her chest and whispered that she wanted him to tell her what he was feeling.
"Safe."
"Good. What else."
"I care about you."
"That's so sweet. When did this start?"
"When we met. When I interviewed."
"Have you ever felt this way before?"
"I don't know. Not like this."
"You've wondered about what it would be like to be with a woman with strong...maternal desires."
"Yes."
"Yes, what?"
David looked up at her, confused. It was time. Karen pulled her shirt up over her head and dropped it to the floor. David' eyes locked on her breasts. They fit her frame, but seemed enormous to him, he had trouble seeing anything else. Karen found the clip on the nursing bra and released the panel, freeing her left breast.
"Yes, what?" she repeated.
"I don't know..."
"Honey, who am I?"
David knew, but he couldn't say it. He was also having trouble making eye contact.
"Speak your mind. It's okay. I give you permission."
David whispered as quietly as he could. "Yes, mommy," he said.
"Good boy. How did I get so lucky to find such a sweetheart?"
"I don't know..." David' face was red again. She noticed he'd placed his hands over his crotch. Taking his head in her hands, she lay his head across her lap and leaned forward. Her breasts felt larger and more full than normal, as if in anticipation of what was to come. By instinct, David found her nipple. His warm lips tugged lightly at her flesh, and she could feel it expand in his mouth. The weight of her heavy breast lay upon his cheek.
"That's it. Suckle, mommy's breast. Be a good boy and latch on, sweetie." She found his hands and placed them on her belly.
"Don't you worry, it's okay. I'm here. You're safe with me."
David couldn't remember who he was other than hers; she was all he knew. Was it possible he'd never seen a breast before hers? As soon as he asked the question, he knew it silly, of course he hadn't. Her hand stroked his face and she locked eyes with him and whispered that he was hers, such a good boy for mommy. So good at nursing. So safe.
"Suckle nice for your mommy," she said. "Not too hard. If you keep this up, mommy's breasts might get bigger for her you, heavier. You'll like that, won't you?
David gave a slight nod but didn't stop suckling.
She laughed. Greedy boy. "Let's see what we have here." She undid his belt with one hand, holding his head to her breast with the other. "Do we have a little something for mommy?" Her hand slipped under the waist of his boxers and touched his penis with the lightest touch David could imagine. It still startled him and his eyes went wide as she lay her hand across him. He felt thick and warm down there and longer than the length of her hand from finger tip to wrist, was that good? Did she like it? He didn't know.
"I think my sweet boy likes being touched there."
She could see David' eyes welling up again.
Karen stroked his cheek and told him he was safe. "This is what your mommy likes. It's just for us. Nod and tell me you understand."
Again, he nodded.
As a reward, Karen pulled some lotion from her purse, tugged David' boxers down to expose him and put a cool dollop on the shaft.
"Mommy's going to show you how to play. I want you to just rub it with your hand and fingers like this...or you can rub it against a pillow or, if you're extra sweet you can rub it on mommy's thigh. Maybe one day, you can put it inside. It's so soft and warm there, sweetie. Do you think you're ready for that yet?"
David had no idea how to respond. All he could do was suck and look up at her; it was hard to see past her breast and her voice came to him as if from a dream as it explained what a good boy he was and how he was safe and to relax and let go. It felt like his penis was getting bigger against her fingers, which now rubbed at his skin with greater intensity and a heat began to spread from his stomach downward. He sucked harder, and was rewarded by a brief rush of warm liquid filling his mouth. Karen seemed genuinely surprised and pressed her breast hard against his face. He tried to suck for more milk but none came, instead he heard the command.
"Squirt for Mommy, sweetie."
With the words, he lost all control over his hips and he felt something hot squirt from his penis and land on his belly. What followed was dizziness and panting into the warm space between her breasts.
"Such a big mess from such a little boy."
For an instant, David was embarrassed and worried he'd done a bad thing, but she was smiling at him. She was teasing. It made him blush and turn to cuddle against her soft belly. He stayed like that while feeling her wipe a tissue across his stomach.
After a few moments, Karen pulled him to his feet and walked him into her bedroom where she told him to undress first himself, then her.
"May I say something, Mommy?"
"Of course, sweetheart."
"You're the most beautifulest..."
She laughed. "That's what you wanted to say?" Embraced him. Pushed his head to her chest. Felt his arm wrap around her waist. He sighed and trembled. Together, they climbed under the sheets. David rubbed against her and latched upon her right breast. She slipped her free hand between her legs. She was soaked and slipped a finger inside.
"Mommy?"
"Sssh, sweetie. Mommy needs to play, too."
David found her breast again and pressed his penis against her soft thigh.
"That's it," she whispered. "Hump Mommy's leg. Feel how good it is. We're going to get you a pillow, sweetie. Ever day when you come home, you're going to go straight for that pillow and start humping it. You'll want to make relief, but you won't be able without Mommy. Just hump and rub." She wrapped an arm around him. "Don't be scared, baby, you're safe. Mommy's got you. Such a good boy, keep humping Mommy."
His hips pumped in fits and starts as if moving on their own. Karen moved in her own, languid rhythm and she pulled him roughly from her breast to give him a rough kiss. Her tongue invaded his mouth and she whispered through clenched teeth, "Who do you belong to?"
"Uh—"
She popped his cheek with the back of her hand. It startled David almost as much as the shame of having not realized the answer immediately.
"I belong to you," he said. "To my beautiful Mommy."
"That's right. Such a good boy. You make me so proud."
The words hit David hard this time—his head felt warm and dizzy. It was almost too much to take. He tried to explain this but she put a finger to his lips, which slipped within them. He began to suck. Before he could react, she'd flipped him onto his back and pulled one of his legs between hers and pushed a breast to his lips. He sucked, and felt her weight relax upon him. He was pinned, and truly helpless, as she alternated between rubbing the wetness between her leg upon his thigh and slipping her own fingers there. "I'll teach you how to do this for Mommy, but right now I just need to—" She shouted and convulsed upon him; David knew he was being used to please her and he'd succeeded and the feeling overjoyed him. After a brief pause to catch her breath, she pushed his hand between her legs and showed him how she liked to be touched then changed her mind and pushed him farther down the bad. Once he was where she wanted him, she slipped a pillow under his head and slowly slid a leg over him. Her belly lay upon his torso and he looked at her with utter helplessness as she slid up his body, first pressing her belly to his lips, then pushing his head between the full softness of her thighs. His tongue darted against her clit and, in this way, she rode his face for several minutes until she came repeatedly. Satiated, she rolled from him, then placed her lips to his before pushing him onto his side and pulling him up against her. He snuggled close, wrapping an arm across her soft belly and they slept.
At some point in the middle of the night, David woke in Karen's embrace. He stirred, but she pulled him back against her, correcting even this slight movement. It made him feel both small and cared for and he sighed.
"You okay?" she asked.
"More than okay."
"More than okay, what?"
"More than okay, Mommy."
"That's a good boy." She then slid a hand upon the top of his head and applied a light pressure. David slid down the length of her body and Karen parted her thighs. He began by kissing the soft flesh inside them; truth was her thighs were full and soft all over, but on the insides especially so. Still, when she wanted, she could squeeze them together and hold his head or his hips into position. In some ways, he felt at his most vulnerable in those moments and he waited for her thighs to close around him, but instead she stopped him.
"Tell her thank you."
David was confused. Her?
Her voice took on a more stern tone. "Tell her. Thank you." He watched as her fingers slid inside her thighs and pulled them apart a bit more. He felt the heat rise as she revealed her damp folds. Oh. Her.
"Thank you," he whispered to her pussy. "For letting me kiss you."
"Very good," said Karen. "Now, tell her you love her."
A shift in the angle of her thighs allowed a bit more light between them and he could see "her" more clearly now. The wetness on her lips made them look even plumper, even more desiring of a kiss, than before.
"I love you," he said.
"Such a good boy. Say it again. Say it to her. Look at her. Don't take your eyes off her."
"I love you." This time his voice was quieter. More plaintive. She knew he was staring at her soft lips.
"Again."
"I love you."
"Again."
"Mommy, please, I love your pussy so much. What do I need to do? I'll do it, I promise."
"You're begging. And I can tell you aren't looking at her."
"I know but Mommy I can't help it."
"Tell me why."
"She's so pretty and...I really like how she tastes."
"How does she taste?"
"Like a—Mommy, I don't know, I just..."
"You're having trouble thinking aren't you?"
"Yes Mommy."
"You know what that makes you."
"I'm not sure."
"It makes you my submissive little boy."
Quietly, David said this was true.
"You make me so proud. Tell her you love her again."
So quietly she could barely heard him, he told Karen's pussy he loved her. He went on but she couldn't hear everything he said. The tone in his voice said it was true and that he was staring at her pussy in admiration.
"Now kiss her. She her how you feel."
David pulled himself forward and, tipping his head to the side, pressed his lips to hers.
"There you go. I don't want you to worry about making her cum. Just kiss her. Show her how you feel."
Light, feathery kisses followed up and down her mons, as he whispered to her and Karen ran her fingers through his hair. The truth was, she was too tired, and a bit tender, to cum again, but this felt nice. David continued kissing her softly; when he began to whimper she pushed his free of her pussy and told him to slide up beside her, where he immediately snuggled into her breasts.
"You did very well. You please Mommy so much."
At these words, he whimpered again.
"You can't even talk now, can you? My sweet little boy."
He nodded.
"That's good. You make your soft mommy so happy. Now close your eyes little one and go back to sleep."
David doubted sleep was possible. All he could think about was kissing her pussy some more, but he dared not ask, couldn't ask. And yet, so powerful was Karen's hold that when she told him a second time to go to sleep, his mind emptied and he fell asleep on command.
The next morning, Karen woke to tender and full-feeling breasts and an empty bed and clattering in the kitchen. Eyes barely open, she rolled free of the sheets, found a robe that did a less than impressive job of concealing the swell of her hips and investigated, finding David in his boxers and t-shirt adding water to the coffee maker.
"What are you doing?"
"Long division?"
She raised an eyebrow. He looked clear-eyed. That was a good thing. Worship was good but she needed him at least functional as a human being as well. The sass, however, was pushing it. She stepped close enough the material covering her breast almost, but not quite, brushed his chest. It was a little disorienting to realize how tall he was. Concentrating on that took her mind off her breasts, which felt heavier than normal.
"Why don't you put those long arms to use before your mouth gets you into trouble?" She was kidding, she liked that he had backbone; it made it so much more fun to break it—but she wasn't kidding about the hug. He held her tight, rubbing the small of her back. They stayed like that for awhile, her asking how he felt about the previous night, him asking if she'd had a good time. They were question with obvious answers but each needed to hear them and feel reassured by the other. The relative sweetness of the moment was disturbed by David's erection, which had begun to stir against Karen's belly.
"Sorry," he said, pulling back.
"Don't apologize, sweetie."
"Okay." His face was red.
"You know it's okay, right?"
"Well, yeah, of course. I just didn't mean to poke ya while we were
talking."
"Not that. It's okay that you're submissive. More than okay."
David didn't say anything and she led him by the hand to the couch.
"Talk to me."
"Last night was really amazing."
"But."
"No buts. It was. It's what I want. I like you."
"I like you, too."
"Who else do you like?"
David turned a shade of red bordering on purple; Karen laughed.
"I need your help with something. Put your head in Mommy's lap."
David complied and she loosened her robe to free her left breast.
"Suckle, honey, they feel really full. Not too hard." As suspected, milk soon began to flow from them into David's mouth, easing the pressure. It wasn't much, but more than the night before. When he finished with her right breast, she let both press against his face, then pushed them hard, teasing him.
"Have I ruined your appetite for breakfast?"
"No."
"Well, I hope it will hold you. Because I'm not hungry yet." With that, she led him back to her bedroom.
Part Two
The weeks that followed saw numerous changes. At work, David was transferred to a new position as Karen's personal assistant. They remained professional at work, for the most part. Karen's breasts continued to lactate somewhat unpredictably and on several occasions she had David suckle to make sure nothing unsightly happened during a meeting; the down side (or was it the upside?) was it often left her aroused and David came to understand that, after those days, it was best if he was already kneeling and naked in the middle of her living room when she got home from work. He maintained his apartment, but slept there only on nights when Karen needed to work late or just felt like having time to herself. Otherwise, he left work before she did, which meant he picked up some of her mail, including an array of boxes varying in size that she took from him without explanation other than an expectant smile. Were anyone to see their interactions, they'd have looked like any other couple, but they both knew, when the mood struck her, that would change dramatically. A cycle had begun. Karen became more strict, which made David more compliant, which made her want to be more strict.
"Why are you wearing clothes?"
Karen had just come home. It had been a long day. David was standing in the kitchen chopping vegetables for a salad.
"I don't know why you ever wear clothes. Take them off. Now. Strip."
David took them off quickly, feeling both shy and desired.
"Turn around."
He did as requested and she stepped to him, grabbing his ass. At her insistence, he'd begun exercising more and she could see it in the firmness of his ass. Each cheek absorbed a swat. Hard enough to get his attention but nowhere near as hard as he knew her to be capable of.
"Why aren't you hard? I want my cock hard."
Her cock, for David had long ago given her complete control over it, rose to its full height.
"Such a cute little wee, isn't it. You're lucky I let you put it inside Mommy, aren't you?"
"I am, Mama." David felt shy, and exposed.
"If you weren't such a sexy little bitch I wouldn't have to take you all the time, you know that don't you?"
"I...guess?"
"No, you know, because it's true. Your Mama's little pussy-whipped bitch. I've trained up a nice slut."
"Thank you, Mama."
Karen kissed his cheek. "Kneel, sweetie. You know it's where you belong. Dinner can wait. Follow me."
Crawling on all fours, David followed at her heels.
"Eyes down. And no talking."
David complied. Karen dangled a black leather strap before him.
"Do you know what this is? Nod or shake your head."
David shook his head.
"It's a collar, sweetie. And I'm going to put it on you. Buy you need to accept it. You do have a choice, but understand that once it's on, even when we take it off you in public, it's always there. It makes you mine. Do you want to think about it?"
David, to her surprise, shook his head.
"Are you ready to be collared?"
He nodded.
"Sweetie, have you been wanting this?"
Again, he nodded, but this time she saw tears dropping from his downturned face.
"Oh honey." She drew him to her, soothing him with her voice and while her hands drew the collar around his neck. "In private, you'll no longer be able to speak unless spoken to or given permission. Eye contact as allowed. What little control you had over your sexual urges will now be completely dictated by me. You think you're under me now, but sweetie, you think you're pussy-whipped now, but I promise, this will make it much, much more intense. No matter how much liquid you drink, you'll always feel thirsty unless at least once a day you swallow Mama's juices when she squirts. If I'm not in the mood or busy that's just something you'll have to live with. Are you sure you're ready?"
As an answer, David pushed the collar to his throat and nodded again.
"What a sweet little boy you are," she said as she snapped the collar shut, then told him to hold still. David still didn't feel different, and then he saw her retrieve a small lock and felt her attach it to the collar. It closed with a click and David whimpered.
"It's okay, sweetie. You'll get used to it soon. Thirsty yet?"
He was. His mouth felt dry. He tried swallowing but it didn't help.
"Back on the floor, sweetie."
She added a leash and led him from the room, returning him to the kitchen and his salad. From the sofa, she watched him stand there, naked and collared, a leash dangling down his back, while he prepared then delivered her meal.
Finished, she told him to go lay on his back in bed and that she'd be in in a minute. When she joined him, she'd removed her clothes and he watched, transfixed, as she moved toward him, by the way her softness moved and flowed from her. She straddled, told him to get hard and took him inside of her.
"Now you can look at me. Look me in the eye. Don't look away, sweetie. Look at your Mama while she takes you."
David whimpered again, his arms pinned to his sides, and it was as if she was inside his head. She didn't last long and he felt her squirt on him; the thought made his tongue feel parched.
"Are you ready to cum?"
David's eyes grew wide as he nodded. She didn't always let him; he must have pleased her. The thought made him feel warm and small.
"You did please me, my sweet boy. So small under Mama. Pumping your little wee in her. Or maybe it's a clit? And that tight ass of yours is a pussy? That's right, Mama's going to take you like a true bitch, honey. So enjoy this while you can. Tell Mama thank you. Thank me for letting you pump your little wee inside me.
"Thank you, Mama for...letting me pump my wee inside you."
"That's a good boy. Make Mama proud. You're going to make a mess and squirt inside me then clean it all up. Every time you cum, you have to clean it up like a good boy. So pump away, sweetie. Tell Mama you like her size."
"I like...your size. Your softness. Your weight."
"More. Feel all this woman on top of you. Mama's nice and soft and big."
"Yes."
"Don't be shy. Say it. Tell Mama you like how big she is. Fat. Say it. I'm you're beautiful, soft, fat Mama and you're my sweet little boy."
In a quiet voice, he repeated her words. She made him say it again. And again.
"I'm going to count down from ten and when I tell you, you're going to cum for Mama and fill my belly and make me so proud. Ten. Nine..."
David pumped desperately, afraid he'd not do it the right way and disappoint her. If he disappointed her, he wouldn't get to taste her and he was so thirsty for Mama's pussy.
"Eight. Seven. Six."
At "five," Karen came again and several seconds went by when she couldn't speak; David didn't hear her until she got to "three, two, one" and commanded him to fill her belly. A split second later, he complied...
She collapsed upon him. He could feel his cum leaking out of her and, forgetting about the collar tried to ask if he could go down on her—but no words came out. She saw his lips moving in vain.
"I wasn't kidding, sweetie. Don't forget I'm your Goddess. A very proud Goddess."
David flushed.
"I also know what you want. And you've earned it."
Moments later, David's face was enveloped by her soft thighs and he was tasting his own cum drain down into his throat. Now, if only he could make her squirt...
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