With a flick of her wrist, Mother presses the tip of her crop against my chin in warning. “Tell me what you understand, John.”

“My dick belongs to you, Mother. I can’t touch it anymore.”

“Ah.” Her eyes close as she releases a moan of pleasure. When she opens them, a fire blazes in her pupils. “You are Mother’s good little boy, John. And what happens to good little boys?”

Words come to my mind, and I pray they’re the correct ones. “They’re rewarded?”

“Exactly.” She points at the clothes on the floor behind me. “Now get dressed and go fetch something Mother needs.”

Without hesitation, I spin around to dress again. I hop about on one foot to put on my socks and ask, “What can I get for you, Mother?”

“One of your nearby neighbors raises sheep. Be a dear and fetch one for me.”

My mind recalls the wild delights of last night after I brought her a dog. What will she possibly do with a sheep? It’s not for me to question. I must do anything that flows from Mother’s mouth. Good boys are rewarded.

“Yes, Mother.” The words fall from my lips robotically.

“Good, boy.” She leans forward and kisses me.

In an instant, I’m ravenous for her, wanting to spend an hour tasting her mouth. My tongue slips through her parted teeth and tangles with hers. I pull her body against mine. My hand slides down to fumble at the hem of her dress until I manage to reach under it to grab her bare ass.

My groin pulsates even more at the feel of her skin. I wonder why I’ve never experienced a girl wearing a thong under a dress before. It’s one of the most sensual things in the world.

I release a childish whine when she pulls her mouth away to speak.

“Mother has a new experience planned for when you get back, John. She’ll be waiting for you in the bedroom.” Her lips brush my jaw as she talks. “Bring the sheep and meet me there. Don’t forget to leave your clothes here at the door.”

“Yes, Mother.” With reluctance I pull away, desperately wanting to complete the task and return for my reward.

“Oh, and, John?” She speaks again as my hand touches the front doorknob.

“Yes, Mother?”

“Enter the bedroom on your hands and knees like Mother’s good little pet.”

“Yes, Mother.”

* * *

The sky outside blooms with dark, bulbous clouds. Lightning dances from one storm mass to the other.

I duck my head, bracing for impending rain.

The horizon glows in all directions with an eerie orange hue. A random bonfire, completely out of place and unattended, burns in the middle of the driveway.

In the midst of the strange, apocalyptic scene before me, I’m calm. Mother is in control. She’ll continue to take care of me.

With my mission as my priority, my feet need little thought from me to carry me down the steps. Only after I come back victorious will I receive the reward I desperately crave.

My dick twitches against the confines of my pants, knowing pleasure awaits my return. The faster I acquire the animal, the sooner I’ll earn another sweet release.

Curiosity keeps me company as I stroll around the front of the house. Mother fulfilled more dreams than I knew I possessed. What other delights does she plan for me?

I lift my eyes and gasp at the view. The dark field is dotted with more bonfires. Each one appears contained and out of danger of spreading, but the sight is strange indeed.

Movement causes my eyes to dart from one place to another. Several somethings are lurking out there. Are they lying in wait for me?

The memory of the humanish creature my mother fucked in the field floats to mind unbidden and unwanted. As a child, I worried that if I played alone in the grass, he would chase me down and violate me. My heartbeat increases as the imagined monster rapes my prepubescent ass.

Despite my fears, the hope of watching my mother ride him a second time kept me coming back. However, I never did see him again.

My mouth dries as I step foot into the tall grass. I roll my shoulders and pull at the collar of my shirt. When did wearing clothes become such a nuisance? Every inch of my body itches and crawls beneath the clinging fabric. My skin longs for the freedom that accompanies Mother’s requirements. She knows how to take care of me. As long as I trust in her and obey.

Several paces in, my ears detect grunts and moans. One is clearly feminine while the other appears masculine.

My erection bulges and throbs, begging to be freed. Telling it to wait won’t make a difference. My penis never listened to me my whole life, as hard as I tried to control it.

The last several days held more pleasure than I’d known my whole life. In less than an hour, I can be back in Mother’s presence, receiving more.

My dry tongue scrapes like sandpaper against the roof of my mouth. I would give anything for an ounce of Mother’s elixir. The fluid is life-sustaining. It’s replaced the need for water. Without it, I would lose my will to live and perish.

I need to hurry up and return with a sheep.

I glance at my bare hands. What will I use to lead it back? Can sheep be walked like a dog? This detail doesn’t matter. I will carry it to the house if that’s what needs to happen. How strong could it be?

The sounds of sex and sin grow louder as I enter the untamed field. The moans are intoxicating and leave me breathless.

Over the tips of the tall grass in front of me, a set of curved, ribbed horns dance about in a smooth, quick rhythm.

My hand falls to the front of my pants and almost rubs, wanting to appease the growing, agonizing arousal. Except I’m not allowed to touch myself anymore.

Mother knew what I would find outside. She expected me to desire release in response to what I’m about to see. And she took away my ability to appease my body.

Like a baby, I must rely on her for everything. Sustenance. Satisfaction. Rudimentary human requirements. Direction. Love. Acceptance.

Ever seeking to be obedient to Her, my feet continue to carry me forward.

The meadow stalks part.

Beneath the ram horns, a human head and back appear. The creature kneels and thrusts at a frantic pace.

Before him is a female on her knees. She could be mistaken for a human, except for the tall ringed antelope horns that sprout from her head.

He grips her hips and takes her from behind while she bends over another naked woman on the ground, eating pussy as if it’s a delicacy. The trio continues their exuberant groans of pleasure while flicking their eyes at me as I pass.

Everything in me screams out to stop and enjoy the view, but that would just add to my torment. Returning to Mother sits at the forefront of my mind.

If I pause for even a moment, I’ll lose all control of my senses and need to masturbate. The lingering memory of my cock in my hand teases me. Unzipping my pants would be so easy.