A Serious Talk & Weird Request

After you clean up, the day's bonding ceremony goes by without a hitch. You were more than a little embarrassed having to kiss your mother's naked cock on the altar in front of the whole Church congregation, but the cheers at the end and throwing of rice, showed there was nothing to be ashamed of and this was just the way things were for boys like you.

When you get home, you, your mother and your sisters all go your separate ways. You head to your room to try to process the events of the day - you were now apparently Bonded to your mother, the light of the Holy Mother had supposedly bound you to her seed and made you the eternal servant to your Matriarch. You weren't sure how to feel right now, but your mother had told you to meet her in her room at 9pm tonight, so you had some time to think on it.

You mostly don't end up thinking at all and just play video games in your room to get your mind off things. When 9 o'clock rolls around, you gulp and then pause your game to head over to your mother's room.

Ever since your grandma took back your dad as her own servant, as is her legal right, your mother has been looking forward to this day for a long time, you know she has even though she's tried to hide that fact.

You reach your mother's door and then slowly open it to reveal your mother in a revealing silk nightie sitting on the edge of her bed, leaning back as if to show off her impressive cleavage.

You look to the right and see a white sheet draped overtop some big square piece of furniture.

You say to her shyly, "Soooo you wanted me for something tonight? You said it was serious...?"

She beams at you with a loving motherly smile and says "That's right honey. Why don't you take a seat." She pats a spot next to her on the bed.

You sit down on her bed, already knowing her mattress was extremely comfortable, same with her comforter.

You say, "Okay, what's up mom?"

Your mother frowns and says, "Sweetie, we've been over this. From now on you must refer to me as Mommy and sometimes Matriarch when we're out in public in formal settings."

You say, "Okay.. um.. Mommy"

Your mother grins a little and then her face becomes serious. She locks eyes with you and says "Honey, I'm not sure how to start with this, but I need to tell you something important about Mommy."

You say hesitantly, "Uhh okayy.."

She throws her head back, takes a deep breath, and then speaks once again, "Okay, so Mommy has a serious illness called post-partum erectile dysfunction, I've had it for a long time now ever since you and your sisters were little."

"Unfortunately its only gotten worse as I've grown older." You keep listening despite your discomfort. She continues, "I've seen many doctors and therapists over the years, but nobody has been able to completely cure it."

You hesitantly ask, "Uhh wait.. what exactly is post-par... dys.."

Your mother weighs in "Post-partum erectile dysfunction sweetie. It happens when a futanari woman's libido drastically lowers due to the trigger of a pregnancy or multiple pregnancies. In my case, a therapist once told me it was more likely triggered due to the motherly intimacy of breast feeding and other actions around that time post pregnancy."

You weren't sure you were following, but it sounded like she had something caused by her prenancies with you and your sisters. You say, "Is this illness.. you know.. fatal?.."

Your mother lets out a chuckle and says "Sweetiiee, heavens no. PPED means Mommy's penis can no longer get hard. It also effects Mommy's pussy negatively as well."

You sit there dumbfounded, only able to say, "Oh....." Suddenly you had no idea where this was going, but you just sit there utterly silenced by the bizarre conversation.

Your silence gives your mother the go ahead to keep talking. She says, "Well, there was one sex therapist a few years back that was making progress with me." "She would advise me to try out multiple kinks surrounding the triggers of my illness, so naturally she eventually had me bring men to her sessions to dress them up in ya know, bonets, bibs, diapers, that sort of thing."

"There were a few close calls where I almost got erect - I would be in the middle of changing their diapers or breast feeding them, but the therapy ultimately failed." "Dr. Taylor told me I likely needed a more intimate relationship for the experimental therapy to fully work."

You suddenly felt your stomach drop out from under you, as your mother says "That's why I wanted to wait until you were bound to me, and there's no better test subject than my own son."

You say nervously, "wait.. so what are you saying mom?"

Your mother ignores the slip of her proper name and says, "Sweetie, I want you to try roleplaying as my adorable little baby until we can figure out if this is in fact the right direction. Will you do it son?"