Mom

When I see Mom's Audi A6 in the garage, I know immediately that she's home, and she'll be in the kitchen. Not because it's a woman's job to cook, or some shit. It's just that my mother's an actual, literal baker, the kind who runs her own bakery.

“Hey, Mom, I'm home,” I greet her as I step in, seeing her standing at the stove in her apron as I close the garage door and click the lock. Mom glances over at me, smiling, as she's stirring what smells like she's making something dark chocolate.

“Hey, Nico,” she greets me, “How's your day been going?”

“Anything interesting happen?” she asks. I know a leading question when I hear one, it's just about Mom's favourite kind.

“Yea, Amy called and said she felt like she was ready for a project, asked if I'd volunteer,” I answer, “So I went over and let her hypnotise me. She said she's gonna need to leave me brainwashed for the next week, so, if I do anything super odd ...”

“Yeah, I spoke to Amy a little bit ago,” Mom replies, “She said you were a very cooperative faggot. She said she'd need to do all kinds of tests all week, too, fag.” I smile when my Mom calls me that, my reprogrammed brain seeing it as praise.

Mom turns around, leaning against the counter as she pulls her apron off, and drapes it over the sink. As the apron comes off, I can see Mom's already got her cock out, and she puts her hands on the counter behind her hips, examining my face.

“Well, come on, faggot,” she says, “Come give Mama a kiss.” I immediately kneel down and crawl on my hands and knees to kneel in front of her, my eyes instantly riveted to her cock before anything else. I close until my nose brushes her meat.

I lift up to kiss the crown, looking up at her and making eye . Mom sighs softly, and one hand comes to rest on top of my head. As I lick down her shaft, she purrs in pleasure, her cock starting to twitch with the beginnings of her arousal.

“That's it, faggot, get Mama nice and hard,” she coos the words, and I continue licking and kissing, smiling up at my Mom because she's calling me that. My reprogrammed mind has me focused utterly on my Mom's cock, worshipping dutifully.

“Good boy, good little fag,” Mom purrs, ensuring I'll continue licking, continue kissing my way down the shaft only to lick all the way back to the crown. “Such a good faggot. So nice to have such a sweet little fag knowing his place in the world.”

“Fuck!” Mom hisses in pleasure as I grind the tip of my tongue against her frenulum, her fingers tightening in my hair as her cock reaches full mast. “Fuck! Now I need my balls drained, faggot!” She doesn't sound mad, and I can guess at why.

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