I roll my eyes at her. “It’s all in the dresser, my dear.”

She spins around and looks before turning back to me with a confused, wrinkled brow. “There is no dresser in here, John. There’s nothing in this dark, creepy room except for some dirt on the floor. I can’t even set our son down. And what is that on your face? Is that blood?” She reaches out to touch me, but I move my head away.

“Why are you complaining so much? Mother provided all these things for you, and all you do is bitch.”

She purses her brow and lips. “What? Who? You were talking about your mother this morning, too. What’s going on here?”

I set the tray of food down on the bed, shaking my head in disappointment. “It doesn’t matter right now. I’ve had a long day, I’m tired, and I’m going to bed.”

She snatches my arm. “You’ve had a long day? Excuse me? I took our child to the zoo by myself this morning and then came home only to be locked up in some dark, scary room, unable to properly take care of him or comfort him, and you’ve had the long day?”

“I don’t have to listen to this.” I walk from the room. She tries to hold onto me, but her hand falls away when I pass through the doorway. “Goodnight, Meisha.”

5

Sunday

I wake up and snuggle into Meisha’s warm body next to me. When I run my hands over the silken negligee covering her sensual curves, my cock springs to attention. I press it into her backside so she knows how much she turns me on.

“Well, someone woke up amorous this morning.”

The voice I hear is not my wife’s. My heartbeat quickens with alarm as the recent days flood back into my memory.

“No, John. Relax. Mother has everything under control.” She rolls over and faces me with her sultry eyes. “You have nothing to worry about, my dear.”

“I should go check on Meisha.”

As I try to rise, Mother pulls me back down, my head to her bosom. “All in good time, John. Let Mother take care of you first. You do have something that needs Mother right now, don’t you, John?”

My dick throbs so hard it’s painful. My throat and mouth are dry like the desert. I have two needs right now, needs only Mother, not my family, can fulfill.

“Yes,” I whimper, remembering all the different ways she’s fulfilled me so far and wondering how many more there are.

“Mother’s imagination is never-ending. There are always more pleasures to be discovered, John. Now, come here.”

She sits up and rests against the headboard, pulling my torso into her lap. The proximity of her breast teases my mouth. She slips the black strap of her gown from her shoulder and bares one side of her chest. Her nipple drips with a light, opaque fluid, and I know it will taste the same as my deepest craving.

“Here we go, John. Let Mother feed you.” She cradles my head and brings it to her bosom.

My mouth opens of its own volition. I’m helpless to resist as I push away my mortification and savor the moment.

My lips latch around her tit; I begin sucking.

Her head tilts back in ecstasy as she moans. “Yes. Drink from Mother.”

Her milk fills my mouth, igniting my appetite and escalating my lust.

Mother softly strokes my forehead and hair. She smiles down at me like I’m a child, Johnny’s age or younger. “Who’s a good baby?”

My eyes shine back at her with pure affection. No one has ever taken care of me this way, makes me feel like I’m the most important thing ever.

“I don’t think you were held enough as a child, John,” she says in whiny baby talk. “Did your mother neglect you? Stop feeding you from her breast too soon?”

I don’t want to open my mouth and stop drinking to answer. Mother has never been this generous with her elixir, and I don’t want to miss out on a single drop. I want to suck this boob dry and then beg for the other one.

“Drink up, John.” She licks her lips. “I know you’ll take care of Mother in good time. Now is all about you.”

With one arm, she continues holding my head to her. The other hand caresses my neck before moving down to my bare chest. After a few strokes, she sneaks beneath the covers and wraps her slender fingers around my rigid erection.

“Someone really needs Mother’s attention.” She puffs out her lower lip slightly. “I won’t neglect my poor little boy.”

Her hand grips and begins stroking. The mixture of sexual and basal fulfillment is overwhelming. My hips buck up in rhythm to her touches.

My mouth works her nipple while her hand works my cock. When her pace quickens, so does mine. Mother moans as I suck harder. Her juice flows down my throat, warming and satisfying.

I’ll do anything she asks. She does so much for me.

My penis explodes and squirts all over her hand in a fulfilling ecstasy.

Mother lets me lay there a little while longer. I suck a couple more mouthfuls of delightful liquid from her nipple before it dries up. I moan like a baby when nothing else comes out.

“My greedy little John. Don’t worry. There will be more later. Mother needs you to do things for her now, okay?” She lifts the strap on her negligee back onto her shoulder, cutting me off from her satiating boob.

“Yes, Mother.” My mouth salivates, already hungry for more as I sit up.

“Good. Now let’s prepare some breakfast for your lovely wife and child. I’m sure they’re hungry and eager to see you.”

The pleasant afterglow of our morning fades as I think of Meisha and Johnny. I’m certain my wife will have harsh words when she sees me. Why can’t she just be happy? Everything she needs is being provided for her. Mother is practically waiting on her hand and foot.

“Why don’t you clean yourself up and meet me in the kitchen, my dear?”

“Yes, Mother.”

The hot water from the shower refreshes my mind and body. The situation with my family comes into focus. We were meant to come out here. This is the break in our lives we all needed.

What if we don’t sell the house and just remain here forever? Meisha has more help with little Johnny. All my sexual needs are fulfilled. I can’t think of a more perfect scenario.

I whistle while I finish washing and drying off. When I walk into the bedroom to pick out some clothes, I find the studded leather collar on the dresser. This is the single piece of attire I’m supposed to wear for Mother. With a smile on my face, I buckle it around my neck.

I trot through the house to the kitchen, eager to see the look of approval on Mother’s face that I remembered her instructions from yesterday.

The aroma of coffee and toasted bread greets me while I’m still in the hallway. While the familiar fragrances make my stomach rumble, my brain insists I’m not hungry. Mother’s milk might be the only sustenance I desire for the rest of my life. Anything else will taste like ash in comparison, even Meisha’s now-subpar ribeye.

As I enter the room, I find a wooden tray of food ready to go, complete with a small bouquet of flowers and a bottle for Johnny. Mother really thinks of everything.

Mother is resplendent in a short black dress with large, bright red roses. When she bends over to pull a pan from the oven, I catch a glimpse of her garters and the bottom curve of her perfect butt cheeks. The vision sends my cock to half-mast.

When I remember plunging my dick into her ass the day before, my erection hardens to its fullest.