“Oh, John. I need you dressed, my pet. Mother has a mission for you.”
I spin around; my gaze lands on the perfect curve of her breasts heaving out the top of her halter dress. One simple tug would release the tie behind her neck and free those babies. My mouth waters.
As if she guesses my thoughts, the corners of her lips pull back in a devilish grin. “Is Mother’s baby hungry again?” She lifts a hand to her mouth and slips the tip of a finger inside.
In an instant, my penis is erect and throbbing. All I can do is nod.
“Well, you do something for Mother, and you know Mother will do something for you.” She walks toward me, strutting like she’s on a runway, moving her hourglass hips side to side in a delicious sway.
I want to grab those hips and hold them steady while I ram into them from behind. My blood races through my veins to pool in my groin and make it ache. With barely a thought, I reach to wrap a hand around my erection, needing release.
Something stings my hand, and I blink in shock.
From out of nowhere, Mother now holds a whip which she used to smack my fist with.
“Naughty, naughty, John. That is Mother’s toy now. You aren’t allowed to touch it anymore. Understand?”
I rub the pain away and nod my head dejectedly.
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.
