Amanda Adams was raised in a very traditional matriarchal household in the capital city of Joburg. An industrialized Amazonian Megapolis, Joburg was where the wealthy elite resided while the rest of the citizenry commuted to work.
Amanda, being the daughter of Lady Victoria, a 300-year-old aristocrat was raised in the lap of luxury. Fast cars, private jets and unlimited credit cards. More importantly, access to the Jiro gene-editing procedure meant that the forty-year-old still maintained the youthful tight figure of her early twenties. Twin perky natural D cups so firm she never needed to wear a bra. Her nipples were small in comparison, pebbled up as the blond slept naked in her bed next to her boy.
The said 'boy' was an earthling. Billy Desmond, twenty-two years of age, slightly on the chubby side with short-cropped auburn hair. Right now he was still clutched tight around her waist, face buried between her soft scented breasts purring softly. His cock was encased within a forcefield cage and his bottom, firming up with all the exercise Amanda made him do was fully recovered from the intense punishment her black paddle had inflicted just seven hours ago.
He had cried himself to sleep then, safe in the arms of his "Mommy". Amanda involuntarily ran her fingers through his hair and shampooed the night just before his punishment for an unauthorised erection in the presence of a superior female. That female being her mother who had made a sneering remark that perhaps Amanda was too soft on her boy and that perhaps she should give up on trying to mould him and pick a fully trained stud herself.
Unfortunately for Billy, that ticked off the younger Adams family member. Having been taken to Joburg at the age of 18 as part of Earth's trading agreement and in the care of Amanda since being legally claimed by her for the moulding procedure, being punished over her knee was as common for the boy as breathing. He was down on his luck back on Earth, broke and homeless when he signed up for the Amazon breeding policy when a semen test came out that his DNA was compatible with Amazonian DNA.
As the women of the planet could not have children unless from a male raised 'the proper way', he needed training. That was how Amanda became his Mommy. The woman who would raise the boy from the age of 18 till he was moulded into a stud, usually by his fifties.
He made a small whine as he held her around her waist, clinging closer. She was a foot taller than him so often the Mommy part was very precinct.
The boy felt her stir and his golden eyes slowly flickered, looking up first at her massive chest before gulping and peering up at her strikingly beautiful face. He saw her red irises as she looked down at him.
"Morning Mommy," he said.
"Good Morning young man," came the reply. Not much of a positive one. Young man was a scary term which usually meant his bottom was vulnerable to an intense lesson.
Her fingers drifted to his bottom, tracing for any welts. When she was pleased to see there weren't, she began probing between his cheeks, running her fingers across his crack and finding his little rosebud.
Billy squirmed at the intrusion. "Mghff," he pressed into her.
"I trust you still remember what shameful behaviour you exhibited last night in front of mother?" She scolded.
"Mm..yes Ma'am, I'm sorry," Bill mumbled.
"Oh, I'll be making you sorry soon enough. It's not enough that I treat you with love and kindness as a good Mommy. You are still exhibiting those nasty habits of a primitive earthling and those instincts need to be flogged out of your bottom if you ever think you're going to be a proper breeding stud."
Amanda eyed him. He was still in his twenties, not still the man of Amazonian standards. She had taken Bill in to breed herself but she knew at the rate of his progression it would be over sixty years till he would be ready. In the meantime he was her boy...and she didn't mind that, honestly.
It was fun having practically a slave son who she could have her way with. Proper studs tend to be housebroken and obedient. Billy responded to her words and her finger snaking around his bottom by trying to latch on to her nipple. He was an impulsive brat, a cute one she loved to punish.
"Did you ask for permission to nurse mommy's milk?" Amanda scolded sharply as the boy remembered where he was. Billy was always on the edge around the women! Their pheromones were intoxicating and he couldn't think half the time. Billy sniffled looking at her angry face.
"No Ma'am," he whispered.
"I can see what mother meant, clearly I'm being too soft on you," she snapped, curling her finger inside his hole to get a horrible cry from the lad. She had his hole lined with natural lubricants at the doctor a month ago and was pleased with how easily she could slide into his boipussy.
"I think we have to address your big boy erection, Billy boy," she cooed softly. "Mommy wants my Billy boy to be a big strong man who can fuck me and give me a daughter. And that's what I saw yesterday, Billy's nice thick cock. Do you think you can be that man now?" She whispered into his ear as she popped her finger out of his hole.
