“That’s my good boy. So many more pleasures await you. Forbidden pleasures. The ones no one fulfilled for you. The ones you had to keep to yourself because no one would understand. And now they’re going to come true. Let Mother take care of you.”

Something firm presses against the only doorway in the lower half of my body. I struggle to relax myself to enjoy the moment.

Mother speaks the truth. What I hope she has planned for me is something I’ve seen acted out in porn movies or in pictures in a magazine. But always, I had to keep those secret desires to myself.

My hole opens with only mild discomfort as a firm tip enters. I gasp and embrace the sensation of being penetrated.

Mother continues, a little at a time, pushing what I assume is a strap-on deeper inside until the front of her sticky body rests against the back of mine, her bare nipples pressing against my skin.

“Very good, John. Who takes care of you, John?”

“Mother,” I moan.

“What will you do for Mother?”

“Anything.”

“Mmm. Good boy.” She slips a hand around my hips and clutches my rock-hard erection. “This right now is your time. Enjoy it.” With a satin grip, she strokes my entire length.

My body shakes and trembles from the intense pleasure in my groin. I don’t want the bliss to end, but my balls threaten to release.

“That’s not how we’re going to end this, John,” Mother whispers in my ear. Her hand withdraws, and I’m left disappointed for only a moment.

Then her hips start moving. Ever so slowly at first, allowing my body time to adjust to the foreign object inside an orifice that’s only used to things going out.

Each inward push touches a spot never pleasured before. Where has this heaven been my entire life? With my body melting into the motion, Mother picks up her pace and deepens the pressure.

I exist in a suspended instant that lasts forever and a second at the same time. My dick and balls pulse before a surge of semen shoots from me like a wet, sloppy cannonball. The deep guttural sound that emanates from my throat is as foreign to me as the powerful orgasm I never knew existed.

My body hangs completely limp in the afterglow.

“How was that, John?” Mother’s soft fingers find the clasps at my ankles and then my wrists, releasing me to fall back into her arms.

“I just glimpsed Paradise.” Something that feels that sweet can’t be wrong. Those who label it taboo are just jealous they haven’t found someone willing to fulfill their every need the way Mother takes care of mine.

She helps me wobble to the bed and lays me down. That other-earthly red glow shines in her eyes. “Yes, John. Continue to do as Mother directs, and you’ll experience every pleasure imaginable. Sleep now. A busy day awaits you tomorrow.”

My eyes close at her bidding, my body content to drift off knowing Mother is pleased with me.

What could she possibly have planned for the next day that would top this?

6

Monday

I awake to soft hands sliding up my legs. Mother’s head nestles between my thighs. My dick’s as hard as a rock. It throbs so much it hurts. I need her to touch it and bring me some relief.

“My John is so tense.” She runs her hands up and down the sensitive skin from my knees up to my groin.

My balls jerk up inside me with every stroke.

“We need to release your first load for the day so you have some stamina for what comes later.”

Her warm tongue teases the tip of my hard cock.

“Please,” I beg.

“I don’t know who you’re talking to,” Mother whispers.

“Mother, please.”

“Please what?”

“Take care of me.”

“Are you mine, John?”

“Yes, Mother.”

“Mother always takes care of those who belong to her. Who owns you, John?”

I buck my hips towards her in desperation, my trembling body requiring deliverance from the ache consuming my groin. “You do, Mother.”

“Oh, that’s my good boy, John.” Her lips sink down and envelop my erection, creating the bliss I crave.

Remaining still is difficult. I want to ram my cock down her throat and fuck her face until she gags on it. My cheeks flush as I wonder where that thought came from. I haven’t felt that way in years.

“Today is your fantasy, John. Do whatever you want.”

I wonder if I heard her correctly or if she meant what I think she said.

“Yes, John. Whatever you want. This is your day.”

Some force outside me lifts my arm and slams it down on the back of her head, forcing her to fall forward until her lips hit my pelvis. Upping the intensity, I thrust my hips up and down, relishing the coughing and gagging noises coming from her.

Can you kill someone doing this? I haven’t the faintest clue, but she isn’t resisting to the point of making me wonder if she’s dying. Her throat relaxes, allowing me access to the deepest blow job I’ve ever experienced. I crave more, wanting my whole length enveloped by her with every thrust.

All too soon, my orgasm bursts forth. Her throat works around my cock, swallowing my semen without complaint. I drop back, appreciating the need to not worry about a mess for once.

Mother’s head pops out from under the blankets. She licks her lips.

“Now my John needs a large, meaty breakfast because we have a day ahead of us. Let me go prepare something while you relax.”

Her succulent, naked body slides out of bed. She wraps a light, short bathrobe around her torso. As she saunters from the room, the fabric swishes above the half-moons of her butt cheeks.

I enjoy the view from the comfort of my reclined position. Not for the first time, I believe I found heaven. Where else can someone experience an angel who provides you with the pleasures you only dream of?

Soon, the aroma of my favorite breakfast items, bacon and waffles, wafts into the room. My stomach rumbles.