Maternal Instincts

"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...