Her face lights up when she sees what I’m carrying. She claps her hands together in glee. “You did so well, John.”
I take a deep inhale. She’s been busy cooking while I was gone.
“That smells amazing.” My stomach rumbles slightly, but I’m not after food at this point. Mother’s attention and cocktails are all the sustenance I need now.
“Do you approve?” She bats her eyelashes hopefully. “I’m just about ready to put this casserole in the oven. We can have a little fun while it cooks, and then you can take it downstairs for your lovely wife and son. How does that sound?”
I gaze at her with adoration. “Mother, you truly are amazing.”
She pretends to fan herself. “You’re making me blush.” From the counter, she picks up a glass filled with liquid. My mouth waters. There’s only one thing that can be.
“Why don’t you take this,” she hands me the cocktail glass, “and our little friend here,” she pats the dog’s head, “and wait for me in the office. I’ll be along shortly,” she runs a finger along my stiff erection causing me to jerk and groan, “to play with this.”
“Yes, Mother.” I waste no time taking a sip and disappearing from the room. When I reach the study, I close the door behind me and let the dog down to wander. I sit and relax in one of the chairs, sipping on my cocktail and stroking myself.
A few minutes later, the door opens with a slight creak. My whole body springs to the ready. I have another sip from my drink to help me remain calm and collected.
“Hey, poochie,” Mother calls out in her deep, sultry voice that makes my groin ache. The dog whimpers.
I turn and see it hiding in the corner as Mother approaches it. She’s changed into lingerie now. Knee-high leather stiletto boots, fishnet stockings, g-string. When my eyes reach her torso, they really pop out of my head.
Her corset top is cupless. The leather curves and supports the underside of each breast leaving them on display. I can’t take my eyes off her pert, hard nipples. My tongue sneaks out and licks my lips, wishing it could be licking her.
The dog sits still, its head turning as if it is looking for another place to hide, but its body doesn’t move as if it’s paralyzed with fear.
She reaches down, bending over at the waist and giving me a really good view of her backside. Just a string nestles between her smooth butt cheeks. I wonder what it would be like to nestle something else between them.
She grabs the dog by the scruff and stands up. When she turns around, I see that she holds a kitchen knife in her other hand.
Confusion tightens in my chest, but my focus is still on imagining what it would feel like to press my cock against her ass.
She moves slowly towards me, swaying her hips back and forth. The outline of her folds press visibly against the thin satin of her panties.
“Your wife never lets you do that, does she, John?”
“Huh?” I wonder what I missed with my attention so focused.
“Does she ever let you…play…with her…backdoor?”
My cheeks burn. I hang my head, ashamed of what I was thinking.
Mother walks closer. The dog squirms. “Answer me, John.”
I stare down at my erection, which hasn’t felt the deflation I did at having my dark desire known. “No.”
“Who takes care of you, John? Who takes the best care of you?”
Could she possibly mean what I hope she does? What boy who has ever looked at porn doesn’t long to explore the uncharted territory of a girl’s derriere?
“Mother?” It comes out as a question because I’m unsure, but hopeful, that we’re both talking about the same thing.
She kneels between my legs on the floor in front of me. “Yes, John. Mother will always meet your needs…if you meet hers. Are you ready to do something else for Mother now?”
She’s breathing deeply, making her bare breasts move up and down in front of me. I can’t take my eyes off them.
“Yes,” I whisper in my trance.
She holds the knife out to me. I stare at it as if it’s a foreign object. My hand moves on its own accord to take it.
“What do you need me to do?”
She hands the trembling dog to me. “Take the animal, John. Slit its throat and let its life flow into my mouth.”
As I pick up the dog, she sits back on her heels, arches her back so her breasts thrust out deliciously, and tilts her head back and opens wide.
For a moment, I glance between the scared dog and her bare bosoms. I’ve never killed an animal before, but I need Mother. Without her, I’m not sure I could get through this.
Her eyes meet mine under her lowered lids. “You can do it, John. For Mother.”
I grab the dog by the back of its neck and slice through the front without another thought. Taking care of Mother is my job now. I’ve been gone for too long. Who knows how long she’s been in need? Has it been since my father died? She deserves better, and I’m going to provide for her.
“For you, Mother.” I lift the twitching body above her so the flow of crimson falls into her waiting open mouth.
Her throat twitches as she greedily swallows. She leans back and the blood flows down her chest, over her boobs.
Her stern, irresistible eyes meet mine. “Suckle me, John.”
The dog’s body tumbles to the floor. I fall forward from the chair onto my knees and latch onto her tit. It’s delicious. It doesn’t taste like blood. I can’t get enough. She moans and pushes my face further into her chest.
