As I get back to my room after showering, I see “Sam” still laying sprawled out on my bed. She is still dressed in her sexy black corset, but now her legs are spread open obscenely, and she has Chase’s and my cum, dripping out of her mouth and pussy and ass. I think about my wish that she was my real mother. I smile, thinking of my real mom, sprawled out like that, dripping cum, after I have used the shit out of her, like we just did to the doll.

I look at her face, and for a second, it seems like she looks sad, maybe even afraid. I shake my head and look again. I think to myself, “That’s just crazy. She’s just a fucking doll. She is made for shit like THIS.” As I continue to stare at her, it seems to me that she looks even more like my mother, than I first thought, when we bought her. Maybe it is the light or something. In this light, it almost looks like her eyes are watery, like she is on the verge of crying. I blink my eyes several times to clear them.

I think to myself, “I am just letting that crazy woman get inside my head,” as I think back to early today, when I helped out that old woman. She, said she was a witch and granted me a wish for helping her. It was the craziest thing. Maybe it is her warning to be careful what I wished for because it could have unintended consequences for other people. That must be why I am freaking out, and thinking about what would happen if my mom really did became my sex doll.

I can’t say I wouldn’t do it for real, if I had the chance. I mean, I would fucking love it, if my mother was really my sex doll, and I could do all of the dirty and naughty things I have fantasized about doing to her for so many years. Of course, if it was my real mom, I definitely wouldn’t let that asshole Chase use her like he just did. I suddenly think about all of the nasty things that my Frat brothers will do to her later, during the party. At first, I think it would be so hot, watching them doing it to my real mother. Then, after thinking about her as a real person, and my mom, I feel like I could never let that happen. Yes, I want to really fuck her, and feel her mouth on my cock, but I could never shame her, by whoring her out to the whole Fraternity, like that.

Just then, two pledges knock on my door. These are the two, that Chase grabbed, and told them to clean Sam up, so she would be clean for everybody to use later tonight. I send them away. I will clean her myself. Suddenly it seems very wrong and invasive, to have these two strangers cleaning the cum out of, and off my mother. For some reason I feel like such an intimate act should only be done by her son, who loves her. With this weird idea in my head, I start to wipe her face with a sanitary wipe. As I clean the cum off her face, I caress her cheeks and down her neck, lovingly. I look into her sad eyes, and I am compelled to apologize.

I stroke her cheek and run my fingers lightly over her lips, as I tell her, “I’m sorry mom ... I shouldn’t have let Chase use you like that. I shouldn’t have used you like THAT. It is just that, I have been so sexually attracted to you for so long, and when I thought of this doll as really you, it felt like I could make my fantasies real. Now I just feel dirty. I know this is just a doll, but when I was fucking her, I really wanted her to be you. However, now I realize, that if I could really make it real, I would do it more lovingly. Yes, I want to fuck you more than you will ever know, but I want it to come from a place of love. I want you to want it as much as I do.”

Maybe it is the release of all those pent up thoughts and emotions. Maybe it is finally being able to tell my mother, or at least this surrogate, how I really feel about her. I feel so close with her in this moment. I kiss her lips lightly, lovingly. I almost feel like she is kissing me back. As I continue to kiss her, I run the wipe down her neck. I take a minute to take the soiled corset off of her, then continue wiping down and over her big full tits. I slip my tongue into her mouth, as I gently clean the cum off her tits. I feel her hard nipples through the wipe, as I run it over and around them. I imagine my real mother GASP and moan into my mouth as I do that. I always love seeing how easily my mother’s nipples get hard and how big they get, when she is cold or excited by something.

I kiss my way down to those big hard nipples and I suck on them softly. I lick around her big areolas, then flick my tongue up her erect nipples. As I go back to my gentle sucking of her nipple, I grab another wipe, and clean my way down her flat stomach, to her pussy. With her legs spread, my hand has easy access to her pouting, open pussy. I wipe around, teasing her sensitive pussy lips, as I clean the offending cum from them. I run the wipe in a quick circle over her clit. Then I push the wipe into her pussy with two fingers, and scoop out the cum inside her. I take another wipe and push it inside her, in slow, gentle circles, in and out, over and over.

As I toss the dirty wipes away, I kiss down her stomach. I linger at the mound of her pussy. I keep kissing down, until I feel her pussy lips. I kiss them and lick them gently. I nibble down them softly, kissing and sucking as I go. I slide my tongue up and down between them. I push my tongue inside her. I moan into her, letting her know how much I love the intimacy of French kissing her pussy. I want her to know that I consider this almost a holy act. I imagine that this is how I would really do it, if I ever had the chance to taste my mother for the first time.