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.
The mattress cradles my body as I wait for Mother to bring me food. I could probably count on one hand how many times I’ve eaten breakfast in bed.
Only a few minutes after she left, Mother reappears with a steaming ceramic cup. “Who needs coffee?”
I sit up and hold out my hand. “Yes, please.”
The mug is inches away from my nose when I recognize Mother’s ambrosia creams my morning drink. I greedily suck it down even as it burns my tongue and lips.
“I’ll return with your meal in just a few moments. It’s almost ready.”
While I think about the items she’s bringing me, I wonder if she’ll spike the syrup for the waffles with what I really need. That sounds like the ultimate morning indulgence.
I wonder if she heard my thoughts as she pauses at the doorway. “Never worry, my sweet John. Mother will take care of you.” She disappears again.
My body once more aches with neediness in her absence. Who knew someone could need another to this extent? This must be true love. An inch remains in my glass. I swallow it down and immediately desire more. The ultimate pleasure comes when I receive as much as I demand. Can I drain her body dry? Will her supply run out? Oh god, I pray that can’t happen.
Wearing only a short apron, Mother returns with a tray of food. Her nipples poke against the sides covering her torso, threatening to break free and swing out into view.
Ever the greedy bastard, even on the tail end of a weekend full of the most pleasure in my life, my dick springs to attention, saluting her as she enters.
Wait. Wasn’t there a weekend in Cabo with someone… I can’t remember who. Any previous partners have faded away under Mother’s charms. Not that I need anyone else. What else is there for me other than this lifetime of bliss in her erotic temple?
Mother places the tray across my lap. “Eat up, sweet John. You’ll need all your strength for what I have planned.”
Needing no further prompting, I pick up my fork and shovel monstrous bites inside my mouth, hardly caring that I can barely close my lips as I chew.
Mother watches me closely, her eyes wide with delight at my fervor. “That’s right. Eat all your food like Mother’s big strong boy, John.”
Who needs vacations? Right here in my childhood home is the answer to all my yearnings. I just needed to come home to Mother. Why did I wait so long?
She leans forward and wipes my chin when I finish the last bite and set down my fork.
“There’s something waiting for you downstairs, John.”
For a moment, I’m confused. “We are downstairs.”
Her brow rises like a secret signal. “The special downstairs, dear John. I’m going to ask you to go down and bring up a guest for us.”
My throat tightens. I don’t want to bring anyone into the mix. Someone who might take some of Mother’s attention away from me.
“Who?” I croak.
“A very lovely woman desires to join us, John. In here.” She pats the bed next to where we sit. “Don’t you want that?”
“You mean–?” My cock jumps and jerks at the hope she’s referring to every boy’s dream: a threesome. I recall the goat people–Demons, my mind whispers–from the field yesterday and how much I’d longed to join them or just take the place of the man.
“Yes, John. And you’ll get to be the director. We’ll both do whatever you want us to do.” She slides a finger over her lips. “Kiss.” The finger trails down her chest. “Suck.” It continues the journey until it rests between her legs. “Lick.”
She walks two fingers over from her thigh to mine. “Blow.”
My dick is ready to burst again. This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, and Mother is gift-wrapping it and handing it to me. I want to climb out of bed, fall to my knees, and worship the Mother of sexual ecstasy.
“Would you like to go collect her and invite her to play with us?”
I jump up. “Yes, Mother.”
“Good boy, John. And don’t worry about all your clothes. Just your pants will suffice.”
I turn to leave, but Mother continues, so I wait once more.
