Warning: This story contains scenes of excessive cum, some minor unrealistic sexual activities, and a lady with a huge cock. If that isn't your kinda thing, look somewhere else.
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"What could she possibly mean?" I thought as my head still pounded from the night before.
The events of the night prior had all flooded back to me in a tsunami of information, and frankly, I was at a loss.
Could my mother really be packing that monster between her legs? Did she really shove that whole thing down my throat in one swoop? How was that even possible?
I picked up my phone and started to frantically check my messages as I saw a text pop up along with a picture. It was from Mom.
The message read: "You better get down here quickly sweetie, you wouldn't want mommy to get angry now, would you? I wouldn't want something like this to have to happen again."
'This' referred to the photo below, which was one of my mother, the sweet lady who raised me for 21 long years, holding me up by the hair. It appeared I was unconscious and covered in her cum. A devilish smile had crossed my mother's face, almost like a hunter who had gotten a world record kill. And sitting right next to my face was a monster cock. Standing at what must have been 28 inches, smaller than when they started, but not by much, it was... impressive, to say the least. That answered my questions: the events of the night before definitely weren't a dream.
That was when I became acuity aware of the pain and the new bruises that formed around and on my jaw, just more proof my recollection of the night before was correct.
But there was no time to worry about that. I hurried downstairs, hoping to avoid whatever my mother had in mind for me.
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The downstairs of my house smells wonderful. The distinct scent of french toast wafted into my nose, and the sound of bacon filled the house almost as if it was cheering for itself. And in front of it all stood my mother, as beautiful as always.
She was clad in a deep red robe that barely covered what it needed. Her breast easily filled the top half, her nipples poking through and the sides of her areolas barely visible from the front. The back was stretched around her supple ass, each cheek seemingly taking up half the space. But that alone wasn't any different from a normal morning; what was different this morning was what was hanging out of the robe. Dangling in a semi-erect state was a python of girl meat sitting at an impressive 18 inches, much less thick though, as now it was only swollen to the size of a soda can.
Directly behind the monster was a set of balls easily the size of softballs, the veins on the taut sack throbbing in an almost rhythmic manner. She must have left the leather strap, which normally kept her extra genitals hidden away, out of her wardrobe this morning.
I tried not to stare for too long and rushed into the kitchen. I sat down at the table with my eyes firmly glued to anything but my mother. The awkwardness started to fill the room extremely fast, my mind screamed at me to say something, but luckily my mother beat me to the first words.
"Good morning, Mikey. How did you sleep? And are you hungry, baby boy?" my mother cooed to me in a sweet yet teasing tone, which oddly started to relax my tense body.
With the offer of food on the table, my stomach let out a loud gargle, and my mouth, in response, let out a soft, "Yes, mama."
Within the next few minutes, everything was done cooking and set on the side of the counter. Mom took a seat at the other end of the table and gazed at me with a fire in her eyes.
"Alright, Michael, let me explain to you how your life is going to work now," she exclaimed in an almost militaristic way.
"I'm done being your maid. For 21 years of your life, I cooked, I cleaned, and I paid for everything you ever wanted, all in hopes you would grow up to be a good young man. I even took care of you when you were depressed, but it's been a long time since then Michael, and what do you have to show for it? Nothing, that's what. No job. No girlfriend. And no ambition. So here's the deal, Mike..."
I had to try and interrupt, "Mom, what the hell are you trying to say?"
"Shut up, Michael."
She didn't scream, all she did was talk, but part of me knew I had to listen. Her tone demanded I do so. I hung my head down and let her continue.
"This meal I prepared will be the last one I cook. You will be doing everything around the house from now on. Cooking, cleaning, and taking 'care' of me when I get home from work. I expect you to learn how to do all these things and be the best little maid you can be. If you're a good boy, I'll still pay for all the things you want. This will continue until you get a job or move out of my house. Of course, if you end up liking how I'm gonna treat you, it doesn't have to end. But as of right now, you're no longer gonna be some lazy piece of shit. Understand me, Michael?"
I was frozen solid, unable to move. All I could muster was one pitiful "Yes."
"Now then, before we eat, I have one more surprise for you," she began as a devilish smile crawled onto her face.
Out from under the table she pulled a long, thick, and silver box, topped off with a very ornate looking gold bow. It wasn't near my birthday, and it definitely wasn't Christmas, so what is this?
"As mentioned, part of your job from now on will be pleasing my urges, and to do that properly you need all the correct tools. I love your tight little throat Mikey, but that by itself just isn't going to please me anymore."
With a flick of the wrist, my mother had opened the box, and inside was something familiar. It was a dildo, but this one somehow looked... familiar.
"Isn't it beautiful, Mikey? I had that cast right when I got out of college. It's the only one like it. It is a perfect recreation of my member at peak performance, all 32 inches of it."
What was that gonna be used for, I had to wonder. Then she spoke again.
"But as of right now, Mike, you can't handle me at my peak yet, so we'll have to settle for something else."
With another quick flick of the wrist, I was presented with another much shorter but still as thick dildo.
"This is a six-inch replica of my member. While it is a lot shorter, it's equally as thick. You'll be stretching yourself out with this today Michael. Do you understand me?"
