Awaken

Unlike the previous morning, Riley is slowly roused from his sleep, a gentle hand slowly leading his mind from the land of dreams and into the material.

His eyes stay closed for a while longer even as he awakens, thinking back to last night, how lovely it was, the beautiful sight of his mother, legs spread and slowly beckoning him closer, the angelic noises she made, the sweet taste of her love on his tongue.

More then anything he remembers the feelings that surged through him, in only a few short hours he had gone from an unlovable, doomed male to feeling like the single most desirable, beloved person in the world.

That feeling of belonging he realized had always been there, just invisible to him, he could never properly appreciate the way he felt around his mother until that moment, she was everything he needed, everything he could ever want, which is why he’s so afraid of opening his eyes.

If he opens his eyes, all that love all that whole experience could amount to nothing, the lucid dream of a lonely male and nothing more, as long as he held his eyes shut, he could believe whatever he wants, there’s nothing to suggest he’s wrong.

Just Riley and a dream come true, no doubts, no sense of dread for the coming days, just paradise, he could vividly mull over every last detail of that beautiful dream, he could remember the loving purr of her voice, the scent of her lotion, the gentle tickling of her pubic hair on his nose.

It all felt so real, surely if it had been a silly little dream the details would be muddled, the finer points would slip through his fingers like sand, what if it was real?

Sure he had been actively forcing that thought into his mind, but now it felt more grounded, it felt like a real possibility, and assuming it was real, he has so much to do!

He’d be damned if he wound up one of those couch surfing males, living with an owner just for a place to crash, never doing any work, never putting in the work their owner demands, no, he wouldn’t take advantage of her kindness, his eyes snap open!

He lay in his bed, alone and completely naked, slowly inspecting his chest and belly he finds it completely clean of any and all mess from the previous night’s festivities.

He slides on a pair of pajamas and a large shirt, one he had always believed to have belonged to his father before slowly making his way into the hall.

To the right and down the stairs he can hear a gentle humming, it was beautiful and unmistakably his mother, slowly he creeps downstairs, hoping not to interrupt that siren song as he works step by step.

At the bottom of the stairs and looking straight ahead he can see his mother in the kitchen, facing the sink with her back to him as she works, slowly swaying her hips back and forth in time with the melody.

She wore a pair of flip flops and a yellow sun dress that billowed and flowed gloriously in time to her swaying and rhythm.

On the balls of his feet Riley creeps forward, stopping at the doorway into the kitchen to enjoy her like this, so happy, so at peace. His mother was far from an unpleasant woman but she almost always seemed to have a tension to her that weighed her down just a little bit, but now Riley could see it had lifted.

She catches the reflection of him in the window above the sink, looking over her shoulder he could spot the telltale sign of a serene smile across her lips.

“Morning sleepyhead, in all my years I’ve never seen someone crash so hard after an orgasm, must have been really powerful huh…~?” She asks, her voice carrying just a hint of that seduction from last night, making Riley’s heart skip a beat.

“Y.. yeah..! You… well… no one has ever made me feel that way before…” he admits, a small pink rising in his cheeks.

“Awww~ well I’m so very glad to hear that sweetie~ there will be plenty more of those in the future…. If you behave~”

“O… of course I will! I’d do anything for you!” Blurts out Riley, his cock twitching and in response to the very notion of experiencing that divine moment again.

She gives a small chuckle, setting the plate she was washing down into the sink before turning around, gently leaning against it as she stared at him, her eyes narrowed ever so slightly, observing every micro expression of his face and every small shift in his body language.

With a snap of her fingers she points directly at the floor in front of her, painting the image clearly, Riley scrambles to obey, kneeling down at her feet once more.

Her smile grows, shifting from a content grin to a small smirk as they lock eyes, for a long moment.

Riley feels so much weight press down upon him from her stare, sending shivers up his spine, he was completely unprepared for this side of his mother, she was so different, before she was simply beautiful but now she commanded the authority of a sex goddess, subjugating who she saw fit with but a snap of a finger and a stare.

Riley waits on his knees for her to speak, chewing his bottom lip nervously as he sinks into that emerald stare, looking up at her like a loyal puppy.

Finally she deems fit to speak, seemingly satisfied with the eagerness of her son to serve her, something she already knew but couldn’t help but experience again.

“You belong to me now, and as such things are going to change around this house…” she begins, her words authoritative but still holding a small warmth.

“From now on you are to refer to me only as Mistress, Goddess or…. Mommy….~” she says, seemingly pleasured by the mere idea of being called such a thing.

“…Can you do that for me sweetie…~? Can you say Mooommmy…~?” She says, her gaze intensifying as she drags out the word, a blush slowly spreading across her face.

Riley shudders softly, seemingly the power of that word had been passed from mother to son as it simply feels right as it rolls along his mind.

“Y… yes Mommy…~” he squeaks, his voice small under the weight of her dominating aura, his heart skipping a beat as he says it.

Catherine takes a sharp inhale through her nose, her eyes widening for but a moment before her smile widens to an almost scary intensity.

Gently she lowers a hand to comb through his locks, her fingernails scratching along his scalp as you would a well behaved dog, something that elicits a small sigh from Riley.

So much power in such a little word, one he had used so flippantly for so many years of his life only for it to re-emerge in his life with so much more power.

“That’s good… very good…~ but that’s not all that’s gonna change sweet pea… no, I’m not just your… Mommy… anymore… I’m your owner…~ and as I’m sure you know, that means you have responsibilities now~”

“I have needs darling~ needs that need to be tended to whenever I ask without question, whether it’s out while on errands or while we have company over I expect you to kneel just like you are now and service me~” she says gently petting Riley as she spoke.

Riley for his part could only shiver, his cheeks burning at the thought of dropping to his knees while at the mall or at a neighborhood block party, or during a meeting of her book club, sheepishly he nods his head in acknowledgement.

“Very good~ very good…~ you won’t need to worry about those silly little chores anymore either, ok~? Mommy can take care of them from now on, all you need to do is take care of me~ hopefully you won’t see taking care of Mommy as a chore though~”

“N.. never Mommy~! I’m so lucky to serve you~!” Cries Riley, coaxing a giggle from his mommy turned Mommy who no doubt had expected such an interruption.

“Very good~ but… there’s one more thing Mommy is going to need from you sweetie~ and I know it might be a lot but it’s very important to me that you do it~ ok~?”

Riley could scarcely imagine ANYTHING he would hesitate to do for her let alone outright refuse, with a nod of his head he steels himself for what’s to come next.

(Authors Note: I’m opening up this story line to anyone who would like to expand upon it with a certain kink in mind, be it Cucking, BDSM or anything else you degenerates can come up with!)