A Mother's Love

Jon proceeded down the hallway, his black heels clicking softly against the polished hardwood floor. He was warm in the costume Mommy had chosen for him today, but it was nothing his thin, boyish frame couldn’t absorb. He went about his chores with nary a bead of sweat on his forehead.

As he approached the hall’s long mirror he stopped to inspect himself. It was a familiar sight, the flowing, billowy French maid outfit surrounding his body. His arms and legs were outlined in silky, white stockings and arm-gloves. His ears were adorned with pearls and the lacy collar around his neck featured a beautiful pendant. It was a gift from mother that he wore every day, without fail. Jon’s painted lips and neatly applied eyeliner and blush were evidence he was getting better at cosmetics with each lesson.

The only thing different about today’s ensemble was the headband with rabbit ears mother had placed on his head to make him “extra cute.” She had different slutty outfits to dress him in, but the maid outfits were her favorite by far. Mommy loved that her son had become such a proper, dutiful servant in more ways than one.

Jon moved into the living room and began swishing his feather duster all over. As he moved around the furniture, the mantle and the bookshelves, he looked at their family pictures. Almost all the pictures were of him and his mother, Brenda. A few were of Mom’s sister, Lisa. He had no other immediate family. Jon’s father had never really been in the picture. His parents had divorced when he was very young and Jon had grown up knowing only the stern, but loving attentions of a fearsome, career driven woman.

Athena Corp opened a branch in their city when Jon was a young teen. Mommy signed up for one of their procedures immediately. She was elated when the wait was over and she went under the knife to receive her cock. It was massive! Jon would never forget the first time he bumped into her as she exited the shower. Her towel fell off and he got his first glimpse of her humongous package. Even flaccid, it was a giant club of flesh.

In those days, Mommy would bring strange men home to spend the night all the time. Guys of all different shapes, sizes and colors. None of them ever stuck around to be Jon’s new dad. In fact, Jon saw most of them leave the same night. He would be on the living room floor, playing one of his videogames as he noticed them limping toward the front door. Their legs were bowed. Their teeth gritted. They often winced in pain. Very occasionally they’d come back to visit Mom a second time, but most never returned.

Before long, Jon entered puberty and started doing all the things young boys normally do. Chasing girls. Investigating all things sexual on the internet. That’s when Brenda mandated he start taking one of Athena Corp’s wellness supplements. It was a twice daily drug guaranteed to help young boys grow into physically and mentally healthy young men. Mother was very insistent that he never miss a dose. Jon was given wide latitude in his teens to do what he liked as long as he obeyed Mommy and took his vitamins every day.

As he entered his late teens, Jon quickly developed an affinity for Femdom. His internet search history was a litany of female on male S&M. Over time, this evolved into fetishes for more extreme male bondage, sissification and men being ravished by well hung Futa.

While any scenario where a man was dominated by a woman would get him hard, it was the scenes where they were fucked into submission by giant strapons and Futa cocks that resulted in his most mind blowing orgasms and the biggest messes to clean. Brenda kept a watchful eye on his browsing history during these years, but didn’t interfere with his activities. She didn’t need to. Everything was going according to plan.

Just three days after Jon graduated high school, Brenda burst into his bedroom as he was groaning out an orgasm and cumming all over himself. Mother tore him from his computer, ordered him on his knees, unzipped her leather pants, pulled her massive cock free and introduced Jon to his new life.

As Jon sucked his mother off for the first of thousands of times, Brenda informed him that he would not be going to college, he would not be dating or seeing other women, he would learn to cook and clean, and that his wardrobe would be getting a major overhaul. That was the first day of his wonderful new life.

Jon’s pleasant daze faded away as he realized he’d been staring at the family pictures for something like ten minutes. He wasn’t getting much work done and his penis was stiff as a board. It was hard enough being tempted by the lovely satin of his costume brushing against his cock all day. Piling the memories on top of that made him desperate to cum.

Despite his intense arousal, Jon didn’t touch himself. He knew better. Many of Mommy’s “punishments”, like the ones he received for minor infractions, were fun and pleasurable. But she had serious punishments as well, reserved for when she was really ticked off. Cumming without Mommy’s permission was one of the big no-no’s.

As he got back to his chores, the phone rang. Jon set down his duster and quickly moved to answer it.

“Hello?”

“Hi honey! I’m on the road. I’ll be home in twenty minutes!”

“You’re coming home early?”

“Yeah, my last two meetings were canceled. Finish up your chores. Mommy needs some relief.”

“Oh ... I mean, yes Mommy! I’ll do my best.”

“You better, bitch! Or I’ll beat that ass red.”

The line went dead and Jon placed the phone back in its base. He resumed his dusting at once.

‘Shit! I haven’t done the laundry yet! I haven’t even planned dinner!’

Oh well, at least the punishment he had coming was the kind he liked. Jon smiled as he hurriedly went about his business. His rock-hard dick strained against the silky confines of his panties. It felt like it was about to explode.

Jon heard his mother pull into the driveway followed by the garage door opening and closing. He stopped what he was doing and put away his cleaning supplies. The femboy maid hurried into the living room, lifted his skirt and knelt down about fifteen feet from the doorway. That’s where Mommy expected him to be each day when she got home.

A few moments later the door wrenched open and Brenda walked in. She looked a little tired, but very happy to be home. She eyed her slutty son with a wicked grin before closing the door behind her and setting her briefcase down. Brenda disrobed immediately. First her leather jacket. Then her top and skirt. Finally her bra and the pantyhose her cock had been trapped in all day.

Jon swallowed as her monster unit unfurled before him. He was practically salivating. He wanted it in his mouth. Brenda teased him. Mother rarely fed it to him straight away, as much as she wanted to. She stalked around her bitch-boy maid and started unzipping his dress at the back.

“Let’s take this off. Don’t want to make a mess of it.”

With her help, the dress was pulled free and Brenda tossed it on the sofa with her own garments. All that was left of Jon’s clothing were the silky arm-gloves that ran from his palms up to mid-bicep and the satin stockings that came up to mid-thigh. She circled back to his front, grabbed her impossibly large python and brought her glans to his lips. It was hardening rapidly and pulsing with lust.

“Get to work, slut. Hands behind your back.”

Jon clasped his hands behind him and pushed his face forward. His mother’s girthy phallus slid through his lips and deep into his mouth as he moaned happily. Jon loved her pungent aroma. He tasted a day’s worth of stink and sweat, combined with just a hint of flowery scent from the fabric softener he’d used to wash her clothes. It coated his mouth thoroughly as he pushed his mouth over her shaft. He sucked and slurped away on her bulging staff with abandon.

Brenda smiled down at her obedient, cock-sucker son as he pushed his face as far onto her fat fuck-meat as possible. She placed her hands on her hips and let him attempt to take more than five or six inches on his own. She knew he would fail. He needed his mother’s help to go further than that.

After a minute or so of his futile attempts to take more of her cock without the use of his hands, Brenda chuckled and seized his head.

“Mmmmm ... This is your most important task, you know? The one you were born for. You really should be better at it by now. But that’s OK ... Mommy is always happy to guide you.”

She grabbed his rabbit ears along with thick clumps of his hair and shoved her hips forward. Her fleshy tool dove in deep as phlegm choked sputters bubbled from the side of Jon’s lips. Brenda drove herself down into his throat slowly, but insistently. Her fat rod was soaked in the heavenly. moist cavern of her son’s sucking mouth. Within seconds, her fat scrotum was pushed up against his chin.