The stretch of the highway hummed under the tires, a monotone counterpoint to the buzzing, full ache in my ass. The drive back from the cabin was a study in quiet torment. Evelyn had said nothing after I swallowed her offering, just dressed me in soft sweats, packed the SUV, and guided me into the passenger seat. The silence lasted twenty minutes before she finally spoke.
"Do you feel it?" she asked, her eyes on the road, a small, knowing smile on her lips.
I shifted, the unfamiliar, persistent pressure making me hyper-aware of my own body. "Yes, Mommy."
"Describe it."
I swallowed. "It's… thick. Heavy. It feels like it's stretching me open from the inside. Every bump in the road… hnn… pushes it deeper."
She reached over, her hand settling on my thigh, her thumb stroking the inseam of my sweats. "Good. That's your reminder. All day. You belong to me, and that plug is my property, sitting in your hole. You'll wear it until I tell you to take it out. Understood?"
A shiver of pure submission ran through me. "Yes, Mommy."
"And what do you do when you're my property?"
"I serve your pleasure."
"Exactly." Her fingers dug into my thigh, just shy of painful. "We're going home. And I have a very specific type of service in mind for today."
The rest of the drive was a blur of anticipation and internal sensation. The plug was substantial—smooth silicone, with a flared base that pressed against my cheeks with every movement. It wasn't painful, just a constant, insistent presence, a claim she'd staked inside me.
Back in her penthouse, the late afternoon sun streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows. Evelyn didn't pause. She led me straight to her bedroom, the same room where this had all begun months ago. She turned to face me, her expression unreadable.
"Clothes off. Now. Leave the plug."
My hands trembled as I pulled the sweatshirt over my head, shoved the sweats down my legs. I stood naked before her, my cock already half-hard from the drive and the humiliation, the black silicone tail of the plug visible between my ass cheeks.
Her gaze traveled over me, lingering on the plug. "Hands behind your back. Stand at the foot of the bed."
I complied, assuming a posture of waiting. She slowly, deliberately, began to undress. Her cream-colored silk blouse slipped from her shoulders. Her tailored trousers pooled at her feet. She stood in only a lace bra and matching panties, her body a symphony of outrageous curves. But she didn't remove them yet. She approached me, stopping so close I could feel the heat radiating from her skin, smell her perfume and the underlying scent of her milk.
"Today is about my comfort," she stated, her voice low and firm. "My relief. You are my living pacifier, my stress-relief toy, and my fuck-tool. You will not speak unless I ask you a direct question. You will use your mouth and your cock exactly as I instruct. Nod if you understand."
I nodded, a frantic jerk of my head.
"Good boy." She reached behind herself and unclasped her bra. It fell away, and her monumental breasts spilled free, heavy and full, the pale skin stretched taut, her dark areolas wide and her nipples already pebbled and damp. A thin bead of white milk traced a path down the underside of one tit. My mouth watered instantly.
"Suck," she commanded, cupping her breast and guiding her nipple toward my lips.
I lunged forward, my mouth latching onto her with a desperate, hungry schlop. The second my lips sealed around her areola, the first warm, sweet jet of milk hit the back of my throat. Gulp. I groaned, my eyes rolling back. The taste was home, addiction, and pure bliss. I suckled hard, my tongue working her nipple, pulling more of the rich fluid from her. Glug… glug… glrk…
Her other hand came up to cradle my head, holding me to her. "Mmm… that's it. Drink your Mommy's milk. Such a good, hungry boy. You need it, don't you?"
I could only moan an affirmative around the fullness in my mouth, my hands twitching behind my back where I held them. I drank greedily, the milk coating my throat, warming my stomach, feeding the familiar, needy fire in my gut. The plug in my ass seemed to pulse in time with my swallows.
After a few minutes, she gently pulled my head away. A string of saliva and milk connected my lips to her glistening nipple. "Switch."
I moved to her other breast, latching on with the same desperate urgency. This tit was even fuller. The milk flowed faster, a steady stream I had to work to keep up with. Gulp, gulp, gulp. I felt her fingers stroking my hair, a tender contrast to the debasement of my position.
"You look so perfect like this," she murmured, her voice thick with arousal. "My big, strong son, brought to his knees by my tits. Your only purpose is to drain them for me. To take my milk and turn it into that thick cum I love."
She let me drink for another long moment, then pulled me off again. My chin was slick with spilled milk. "On the bed. On your back. I want to ride that cock while I feed you."
I scrambled onto the massive bed, lying flat. The plug shifted inside me, a weird, full sensation as I moved. My cock, rock-hard and leaking pre-cum onto my stomach, stood straight up. Evelyn climbed over me, one knee on either side of my hips. She didn't lower herself onto me yet. Instead, she leaned forward, her breasts dangling above my face.
"Open."
I opened my mouth like a baby bird. She positioned a nipple directly over it and squeezed her breast with both hands. A thick, creamy stream of milk, not a gentle flow but a targeted squirt, shot directly into my open mouth. Splurt. Splurt. It hit my tongue, warm and sweet. I swallowed frantically.
"That's it… drink it right from the tap," she purred, aiming the other nipple and giving it a hard squeeze. Sploosh. More milk filled my mouth, some of it splashing over my lips and onto my cheeks. She was milking herself directly into me, using me as her receptacle.
As I drank, she finally reached down between her legs, her fingers finding her soaked pussy through her lace panties. She rubbed herself, a slow, circular motion, her eyes locked on mine. "Mmm… you're getting me so wet, Dan. Watching you guzzle my milk… feeling that plug in your ass, knowing you're stretched open for me… it makes my pussy ache."
She hooked her thumbs into the sides of her panties and peeled them down, revealing her glistening, swollen cunt. Her pussy lips were puffy and dark, glazed with her creamy arousal. She tossed the panties aside, then rose up on her knees, positioning herself over my throbbing cock.
"You may speak. Tell me what you want."
"I want you to ride me, Mommy," I begged, my voice hoarse from the milk. "I want to feel your tight pussy swallowing my cock while I drink from your tits. Please. Use me."
She smiled, that devastating, dominant smile. "Since you asked so nicely."
In one smooth, decisive motion, she sank down onto me.
"HOOOOH FUCK!" we cried out in unison.
Her pussy was a furnace, a slick, velvety vice that engulfed my entire length in one breathtaking plunge. She was so wet there was almost no resistance, just an overwhelming, consuming heat. The sensation was magnified a thousandfold by the plug in my ass—every inch of my shaft she took pushed against my prostate from the inside, a double stimulation that made my vision blur.
"OH GOD, YOU'RE SO DEEP!" she screamed, her head thrown back, her breasts jiggling wildly. She began to move immediately, not a gentle rock but a fierce, demanding bounce, driving her hips down onto mine with wet, slapping sounds. Smack! Smack! Smack!
The bed shook. Her tits bounced heavily with each impact. "Milk!" she demanded, leaning forward again. "Don't stop drinking!"
I strained my neck, capturing a nipple as she rode me. The rhythm was chaotic—her violent bouncing, my desperate suckling. Milk spilled from the corners of my mouth as I tried to keep up, the sweet liquid mixing with the sweat on our bodies.
"YES! FUCK! YOUR COCK IS POUNDING MY G-SPOT! I CAN FEEL THAT PLUG IN YOUR ASS… IT MAKES YOU SO HARD… SO THICK!" she chanted, her words punctuated by grunts of effort. "UHN! UHN! YOU'RE MY MILK-DRINKING, ASS-PLUGGED FUCKTOY! AND I'M GOING TO RIDE YOU UNTIL I SQUIRT ALL OVER YOUR STOMACH!"
Her pace became frantic, animalistic. She was using me utterly, her nails digging into my chest for leverage as she slammed herself down onto my pelvis over and over. The sounds were obscene—the wet schlap of our bodies, the shlick of her dripping cunt, my greedy glugs and gulps as I swallowed her milk.
The dual sensations were too much. The plug massaging my prostate, her incredible tightness milking my cock, the taste of her milk… I felt the familiar, terrifying pressure building in my balls, the precursor to my hyperspermic release.
"Mommy… I'm gonna cum… I can't… it's too much…"
"NO!" she shrieked, still bouncing wildly. "NOT YET! YOU DON'T CUM UNTIL I TELL YOU! YOU HOLD IT! YOU FUCKING HOLD ALL THAT CUM FOR ME!"
I gritted my teeth, a sob catching in my throat. I tried to think of anything else, but the sensations were all-consuming. She leaned forward, her face inches from mine, her breath hot. "You want to be good for me, don't you? You want to fill my pussy with that massive load?"
"Yes! God, yes!"
"Then hold it." She changed her rhythm, grinding down on me in deep, circular motions, the head of my cock rubbing directly against her cervix. "Mmm… that's it… you're so deep inside me… I can feel you in my womb…"
She reached between our bodies and began rubbing her clit furiously. Her moans climbed in pitch, becoming screams. "I'M CLOSE! I'M SO CLOSE! KEEP DRINKING! MAKE ME CUM, DAN! MAKE YOUR MOMMY SQUIRT ON YOUR COCK!"
I redoubled my efforts on her breast, sucking and swallowing as if my life depended on it. The combination of her commands, her approaching orgasm, and the brutal stimulation pushed me to the very edge. I was trembling with the effort of holding back.
"NOW! CUM NOW! FLOOD MY WOMB! BREED ME! FILL ME WITH YOUR SEED! AAAAAAAAAH!"
Her orgasm triggered mine. The permission was a detonation.
Her pussy clenched around me in a series of violent, rhythmic spasms. At the same time, a hot, gushing torrent of her squirt erupted from her, soaking my stomach and thighs with a sound like a burst pipe. SQUIIIIIRT! SPLASH!
That was the final trigger.
My own release wasn't a series of spurts. It was a cataclysm.
A volcano erupted from my cock, buried deep in her clenching, squeezing, milking channel. A torrential, geyser-like blast of thick, white cum roared out of me, under immense pressure, directly into her cervix.
SPLOOOOOORT! BRAAAAP! GLUG-GLUG-GLUG-GLUG-GLUG!
I could feel it, a hot, viscous flood surging up my shaft and jetting into her deepest recesses. Her eyes went wide with shock as she felt the incredible volume. Her stomach, pressed against mine, began to push outward, rounding visibly as I pumped gallon after gallon of seed into her.
"OH MY GOD! IT'S FILLING ME! IT'S—IT'S BACKING UP! THERE'S SO MUCH! YOUR CUM IS FLOODING MY PUSSY!" she screamed, her body convulsing on top of mine.
Cum overflowed around the seal of my cock where we were joined, oozing out in thick, white rivulets that streamed down my balls and pooled beneath us on the sheets with a heavy splat. The smell of sex, milk, and saline filled the air. The flow seemed endless, a relentless pumping that went on and on, until I was utterly, completely drained.
We collapsed together, a gasping, sweating, fluid-soaked heap. She was still impaled on me, both of us trembling with aftershocks. After several minutes, she slowly, carefully, lifted herself off. A gush of my cum followed, pouring out of her well-used hole and splattering onto my thighs with a wet sploosh.
She rolled onto her back beside me, one hand on her distended belly, breathing heavily. We lay in silence for a long time, the only sound our ragged breaths.
As dusk turned the room dark, she finally stirred. "Up," she said, her voice soft but firm.
I forced my spent body to sit up.
"On your hands and knees. At the edge of the bed. Present your ass to me. The plug comes out."
A new, sharp thrill went through me. I moved awkwardly, my limbs like jelly, and got into position, my back to her, my ass in the air. The plug felt heavier than ever.
I heard her move off the bed, then the sound of a drawer opening. She returned. I felt her hand on my ass cheek, then her fingers grasping the flared base of the plug.
"Breathe out," she instructed.
I exhaled. With a slow, steady pull, she drew the silicone intruder from my body.
Shooooop.
The sensation was bizarre—a sudden, empty relief, followed by the feeling of being gapingly open. Cool air hit my stretched hole. I shuddered.
"You wore that so well for me," she murmured, her hand stroking my back. "And now, it's my turn to fill you."
I heard a wet, squelching sound—lubricant. Then I felt the press of something thick and blunt, and impossibly double, against my exposed entrance. It wasn't a cock. It was wider, smoother.
"A little gift," Evelyn whispered, her voice right behind me. "A double-ended toy. One end for you. One end for me. We're going to fuck ourselves together, darling. You're going to feel me taking my own end, right alongside you."
Before I could process it, she pushed. The thick, lubricated end of the dildo breached my stretched ring with a smooth, steady pressure. Pop. It slid inside me, filling the emptiness the plug had left, stretching me even wider. It was a deep, full feeling, less intense than a cock but more pervasive.
I groaned into the mattress.
Then I felt her climb onto the bed behind me, her knees on either side of my legs. She guided the other end of the toy, positioning it at her own entrance. I felt her weight shift as she began to lower herself onto it.
"Ohhh… fuck…" she moaned, a low, delicious sound.
I felt it through the toy—a faint vibration, a shift in pressure deep inside me as she impaled herself on the other end. We were connected now, not by flesh, but by this rigid, shared instrument.
"Now," she breathed, her hands settling on my hips. "We move together."
She began to rock. Back and forth. As she pushed back, taking more of the dildo into her pussy, it pushed deeper into my ass. As she rocked forward, it pulled partially out of me. It created a mirrored rhythm, a shared penetration. I could feel her movements inside me.
"Oh, god… you feel that?" she panted, her rhythm picking up. "Every time I fuck myself, I'm fucking you… right in the ass…"
"Yes… nnng… yes, Mommy…"
The sensation was incredibly intimate and deeply degrading. I was being fucked by her own self-pleasure. The wet, sliding sounds of silicone moving in her pussy were audible, echoed by the slick sounds in my ass. Shlick-shluck… shlick-shluck…
She leaned over my back, her massive breasts pressing against my spine, her mouth at my ear. "Your ass is so greedy… it's sucking on this toy… you love being my little fuck-hole, don't you? Taking whatever I give you…"
"I love it! I love being your hole!"
Her pace increased, becoming more frantic. One of her hands snaked around my hip, finding my cock, which was somehow hard again. She began stroking me in time with our shared thrusts.
"You're going to cum again," she commanded, her voice ragged. "You're going to cum from getting fucked in the ass by a toy while I fuck myself on the other end. You're going to scream for me."
The triple stimulation—the dildo in my ass, her hand on my cock, the psychological bliss of the scenario—was overwhelming. I babbled, nonsense words of worship and submission.
She was getting close too. Her breathing was chaotic, her movements losing rhythm. "I'm… I'm gonna cum… cum with me, Dan… fill my hand with your second load… show me how much you love this…"
It was too much. The coil snapped.
"I'M CUMMING! MOMMY, I'M CUMMING!" I roared, my body seizing.
My orgasm wasn't the geyser from before, but it was a powerful, pulsing release. Thick ropes of cum shot from my cock into her waiting hand, splattering against her fingers and the sheets below. Splurt. Splurt. Splurt.
Feeling me convulse, hearing my cry, sent her over the edge.
"YES! FUCK! MEEEEEEE!" she screamed, slamming herself down hard onto the toy, grinding it deep into both of us.
She shuddered violently against my back, a hot gush of her squirt soaking the back of my thighs. We collapsed forward together, a tangled, exhausted, utterly spent pile of limbs and silicone.
After a long moment, she carefully pulled the toy from both of us. A wet, hollow shloop echoed in the quiet room.
She rolled onto her back beside me, her chest heaving, the moonlight spilling over her sweat-slicked body like liquid silver. Her skin glistened, a testament to the raw, primal energy we'd just unleashed together. She turned her head slowly, her dark eyes locking onto mine with an intensity that made my heart stutter. Her expression was one of satiated, dominant bliss, but there was something more in her gaze—something possessive, primal, and dangerously loving.
"You," she began, her voice low and husky, carrying the weight of a thousand unspoken promises. "You are mine, Dan. Every drop of cum, every gasp, every shudder... all of it belongs to me. Do you understand that? You're not just my son anymore. You're my addiction, my obsession." Her hand found mine, fingers lacing together with a grip that was both tender and unyielding. "And I'm yours," she added, as if it were a sacred confession. "No one else could ever make me feel this way. No one else could make me scream like you do."
I opened my mouth to respond, but she placed a finger against my lips, silencing me. "Don't speak," she murmured, her tone softening even as her dominance remained unquestionable. "Just listen. I've waited so long for this—for someone who could match me, who could handle me. And here you are, my perfect little addict, my hungry boy. You drank my milk like it was the only thing keeping you alive, and now you're filled with my squirt, my cum, my cock. You're marked by me, inside and out." Her nails traced a slow path down my chest, leaving faint red trails that burned like brands. "And I'm never letting you go."
Her words hung in the air, heavy with meaning and dripping with a possessiveness that made my skin tingle. She shifted closer, her body pressing against mine, the heat of her radiating into me like a furnace. Her lips brushed against my ear, and when she spoke again, her voice was a whisper that sent shivers down my spine. "You're going to spend the rest of your life making me feel this good, aren't you? That's your purpose now—to worship me, to serve me, to be the reason I scream every single night. And in return..." She paused, her breath hot against my skin. "In return, I'll make sure you never forget who you belong to."
She pulled back slightly, her eyes searching mine for a moment before she leaned in and kissed me—softly, tenderly, but with an undercurrent of something far more intense. It was a kiss that spoke of promises and power, of devotion and domination. When she finally broke away, she rested her forehead against mine, her breathing still slightly ragged. "Now," she said, her voice steady once more, "let's get cleaned up. Because tomorrow... we do it all over again."
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