A week is a short time and as the time passed I grew more and more frightened. I had imagined many things and they all swamped my mind as I felt my cock in my hand every moment I could spare. The butt plug had almost made a permanent home in my ass and I don't really think I had nothing less than a half erection that entire time. Precum was constantly reminding me of that I didn't really have any control over what was to come.
I almost decided to flee from her, my mother, but I stayed the time and waited like a wreck. And when more than a week passed everything slipped into the Twilight Zone. There I felt uncomfortable and couldn't relate to anything. Eventually, after I had gone out shopping groceries, I found another note on the same place as the last one. Before I read it I looked around to see if she was there, ready to spring on me. In my terrified condition I almost came at once. But no one was there and I went to the table and lifted the paper to my eyes. Under it sat a small plastic zipper bag with one, single pill in it.
"Dear son, I have decided to return but probably not in the way that you first imagined it. I know what you have done, I had my ways and I appreciated your efforts even if they were crude and sad. But enough time has passed for you, if you aren't ready now you'll never be, my boy. So I give you a choice. The pill on the table will render you unconscious and if you want to experience it all, feel all my cruel gifts that I will grant you as your Mistress you will swallow it and when you wake up you will never get loose again. Or maybe you thought that you got out of your own might that day? Poor baby, but you would have been even worse off had you not escaped. That would have been pathetic. So now, my pet and son, choose or just obey: Swallow."
Like I was some kind of animal I reached into my pants and started to stroke my cock when I read the letter, and I read it a few more times till I came on it, leaving it spattered and hard to read. She was right, I knew. I had no choice because she had made it so... Mother, my Mistress? Yes, she had been that all the time. I just hadn't known it for what it was before. And thus I swallowed and soon fell into her blackness and my fate was sealed. Of course I would regret it eventually and that was constantly on my mind. But sometimes we can't help ourselves and no one else will do it for us.
I was on my back on a soft surface, a bed probably. But I couldn't see because of a cloth covering my eyes. I was naked and once again the taste of rubber was in my mouth when I woke up, but this time it was different. It was longer into my mouth, making it almost impossible to move my tongue. I feared that I would choke, but it never happened.
Noise came to me, the clicking of heels on a concrete floor. Had she moved my body to the same basement again? She must have done so. I moved my hands and felt links and chains around my wrists and the same metal held my feet. My limbs were stretched tight and I couldn't move them. The clicking feet came closer and I felt a smell I had recognized since I suckled her breasts but now meant so much more that motherly compassion and love to me.
My cock tried to get harder but already it was bursting with blood and tension. When the sound was so close that I thought that they would step on my flesh, a thought that brought strange feelings to me, they stopped and I heard flesh bend down and eventually I felt a latex clad hand rest on my chest. A strange pull came through the rubber into my mouth as if it was part of something that I couldn't see.
"Pet... Mmmm, I have not said it aloud before now but I like how it sounds on my tongue," she said and the hand that was on my chest started to slide down to my cock and circled the root in a firm grip.
"You are my pet and my flesh. And you are my pleasure in whatever way I decide."
Suddenly the black vanished from my eyes and when I could see clearly I saw her kneeling by my side, naked and beautiful like a devil with buckled, black leather boots on her legs up to her knees and black latex gloves that went up to her biceps on both of her arms. Her long hair was in a simple ponytail and on her nose sat a pair of elegant glasses. Now she looked into my eyes and I couldn't see any hesitation or weakness.
I cried when I saw her after so many years and she smiled that same red smile down at me and once again touched the thing in my mouth. It was a face dildo that stood up a long way from my face and was held securely around my head with tight leather straps.
The surface looked hard, black and had veins and artistically wrought details over its surface so that it looked almost like a real cock. The only difference was that it wouldn't bend as much. She stroked it with her left hand and meanwhile her right one started to stroke my own, smaller cock in the same speed.
At first she just stroked the shaft on both but then she moved her right hand up to the tip and squeezed the sensitive surface and moved her hand up and down. Because of her latex glove the friction was painful for me even though the precum made it a little easier. Still I cried through the rubber in my mouth and my mother smiled down at me and continued while she increased both her pressure and her speed.
