Fine until you get interrupted

Rays of water splash onto your face making all of the cum slowly drip off of you. As you stand there showering you start reminiscing. How did it ever come this far? One day my mother just decided to make me her fucktoy. Had she ever truly cared about me? Or was I never more to her than a hole she could fuck? Tears start rolling down your face as you remember the good old days. Your mother was always there for you. Learning you how to ride a bike, helping you out with your math problems, standing up to your bullies. Nowadays all she does is stuff your mouth and ass as much as she possibly can. You don't understand. What made her do it?

You hear the bathroom door open. Frustrated you yell at whoever opened it. ''Can't I get a minute of privacy here!'' Shocked by your own actions, you nervously look at the perpetrator, it's your mother. I completely screwed up again, haven't I? You think to yourself. She's going to punish me again...

Your mother approaches you and inspects your face thoroughly. ''Don't be silly, Jim. We're naked 24/7, there's nothing I haven't seen before. Wait why are your eyes red. Huh, are you crying? Answer mommy.''

You nod and stay silent. Your mother leans in and gives you a tight hug. You can feel her breasts pressing against your chest and her semi erect member touching your chastity cage. ''Tell mommy what's wrong baby? Are you sad your new girlfriend left you?''

You shake your head. ''No mom, that's not it.''

''Then tell me. What's got you so down?'' Your mother gives you a concerned look as she caresses your left cheek. Something you haven't seen her do in a while now.

''I don't think that's a good idea mommy,'' you say frightened.

Your mother sighs. ''Sweety you can tell mommy anything. You know that right?''

You wish that was true but you know better than to believe her.

*Smack* Your mother bitchslaps you with the hand she was caressing you leaving a red mark on your cheek. ''If you're not going to tell mommy, I'm going to slap it out of you.'' *Smack* Your mother gives you another slap against your left cheek. *Smack* And another one.

You surrender. ''Okay, okay I'll tell you, sheesh mom that really hurt.'' Your mom looks at you seriously as she crosses one arm over the other. ''Out with it Jim.''

Reluctantly you tell her what's on your mind. How the constant **** is taking a toll on you. How you feel like you're not even a human being anymore. And how you wish that things could go back to the way they were before. But most of all you tell her that you'd really like your mother back. Meanwhile your mom just stands there arms crossed watching you pour your heart out in tears without showing any form of emotion.

When you're finally done all she says is: ''My bedroom in two minutes.'' Mom hands you a towel and leaves. Is she angry? you think to yourself. Or does she not even care? You really can't tell. Guess there's nothing else you can do then to see where this leads to. Two minutes later you walk into her bedroom with a single fearful question on your mind.