Checking in on the breeding cow (and going through with it!)

The next morning everyone is busy. Sarah and June are off to school, your mom wants to get an early start preparing for the cookout this evening, and Georgia is joining her in the kitchen for the second time. You could talk to some of the Hathawers' employees, but that's something you'd rather do together with June and your sister.

So you hop in the camaro and head out to see Kelly instead. Kelly is the only person home when you get to your friend's house, and she nervously lets you in.

"That was a nice video you sent me," you say and the housewife lets out the breath she's been holding. Her anxiety comes back with your next sentence. "Sure is an interesting choice you made."

"W...what do you mean, Ryan? I just did what you told me to."

"I told you to choose, Kelly. One baby, or a whole litter of them. Imagine my surprise hearing you beg to be my breeding cow. I thought even one was more than you wanted."

Kelly's face pales. "What? No, that's not what I meant! I was trying to show you I could do what you want sir, that's all."

"So you don't want to carry my babies?

"I... just one, sir, please. I'll do that but don't turn me into a breeding cow!"

The mature, once confident woman falls to her knees in front of you to beg for leniency. You smirk down at her, revelling in the power you have over your friend's mother. "We'll see. Maybe you can convince me to do something else with you. But for now, why am I still wearing pants?"

Instead of answering, Kelly scrambles forward to get her hands on your belt. She unbuckles it hastily, then unbuttons your jeans and pulls them down your legs. Your underwear drops with them. When they reach your feet you step out of them, poking Kelly's forehead with the tip of your dick.

Kelly looks up, which makes your cock drag across her face. Instead of complaining, she opens her mouth to take it in and starts fellating you. You let her suck at her own pace, but she keeps stopping short of deepthroating you. After a few minutes of this, you grab your cow's head and take over.

You vigorously fuck Kelly's face, forcing your dick down her throat until you can feel her lower lip touch your scrotum. "I own you don't I? You'll do anything I tell you to. You'd even submit to being my breeding cow if I demand it?" You ask as you hold her there.

Kelly gasps when you let her come up for air, then rushes to answer your question. "Yes, yes sir! Just please, don't-"

Her plea ends with a gag when you ram your cock down her throat again. It looks like she still has something to say, but you don't give her the opportunity. You're too immersed in the way her throat constricts around your shaft as she struggles to breathe, her drool running down your balls and her mascara running down her cheeks. You're making a mess of this poor housewife, and it gets messier when you pull out to cum all over her face.

While Kelly is still gasping for breath, you take in the erotic sight kneeling under your cock. You feel kind of sorry for her, but you don't let that show. Instead you give her the most disappointed look you can. "I gave you a chance to convince me and all you can do is whine about not wanting to bear my child? Well guess what? I fucking own you, and you know it. Now go clean up and make yourself pretty. When you come back, I expect you to beg for my babies. And you better look like you want them too."

The defiled woman looks up at you sadly. "I... I-" she stammers before glumly nodding. "Yes sir."

Then she slinks off to the bathroom, dripping cum as she goes.