Mistress Xon Claims Her Prize (Futadom gentle, dp, magic)

Her cock head presses into me, as my ass stretches wider and wider until her head slips in. My ass is on fire with how stretched I am, but I resist the natural urge to clench. Her cock slides in, claiming space inside of me with the same dominance and poise she has when she enters a room. Everything in her sight belongs to her, and everything inside of me belongs to her as well.

Her hand on my hip keeps me from moving forward, not that I’d willingly move away from her, no. In fact, if my trembling legs and quaking back could move, I’d move back on this monstrous dick. But the sheer weight and pressure of her pushes me forward into her grip. Her other hand slides up my spine, making me shake even more as her touch feels like miniature explosions of ecstasy, traveling up my back. Her hand grips my neck and presses me into the sheets before she grips my hair and pulls my head back so my moans aren’t muffled.

The door opens behind us and after a moment, Momma comes into my view. She smiles and lets her robe fall. Her eyes light up and an holo image of me getting fucked by Mistress Xon appears in front of me.

“Look at you,” Momma cooes. “You’re making your Momma so proud. Look at that.” She points to the hologram of me getting plowed, specifically at Mistress Xon’s cock. “You’re taking half her cock already! I knew I chose right when I picked you.” She lays a kiss on my lips as I moan, her tongue reaches into my mouth, forcing my tongue to move in coordination. She smiles when she releases me. “Mmm, I love the taste of moans. Especially from horny little sluts who love getting their butts stuffed full of cock. Do you like your butt getting stuffed?”

I nod as words get lodged in my throat but a powerful thrust from Mistress has me shouting, “Yes! I love it! It hurts so good! I love serving your cock. I want to live on your cock.” I ramble on, unable to stop shouting my love of cock now that the flood gates have been opened. I watch as my holo-self takes more and more of Mistress’s cock.

“Like a bitch in heat,” Momma says as she slides her cock in my mouth.

It takes all of three seconds before I’m bouncing back and forth, sliding off one cock and onto the other in a fantastic rhythm. Mistress’ cock crushes my prostate into dust and my body shakes to the orgasms that follow. I look up to give Momma eyes contact, but my eyes only make it to her heavy breasts before I black out.

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When I wake, I lay next to Momma in her bed. She cuddles me from behind, squeezing her into her pillow tits. I attempt to turn in her arms but something solid in my ass warns me to move slow. I look back to see her limp cock resting on my ass rather than in it.

“It’s just a toy to help stretch you, pet,” Momma says, sleep thick in her voice. She snuggles me closer until her lips caress my ear. “This way, next time, you can have as much fun as we did.” She nibbles my ear. It tickles enough that I can’t stop from squirming and giggling. “Go down stairs. Make me breakfast. Three pounds.”

She gently pushes me to the edge of the bed while her fingers dance along my ribs. I hop off the bed and the butt plug gives me another warning. I better go easy if I don’t want to hurt myself. Fuck it’s big. I test it for a moment and figure it’s at least a foot.

When I get to the door, Momma calls, “Don’t think about it too hard, pet.” She snuggles her head back into the pillow and I head down to the kitchen.

Running through it last night I didn’t get a chance to appreciate how nice it is. Light wood cabinets with white marble counters and matching backsplash, an island in the center and a stove with a gas range. I don’t see a fridge at first but then I realize some of the cabinet doors are overly large and I pull one open to see jug upon jug of milk each with a sticky note. 60 jugs with what the two doors hold, and the nine on one door all have my name on their sticky notes.

Part of me swells with a bashful warmth as I think of Momma saving milk for me so that I’ll always have some, but another part of me worries that this is not what she want to eat herself. I look back and open some of the cabinets only to find glasses and ****.

Shit! I need three fucking pounds of food and there’s nothing in here!

A beep sounds on a tablet built into the wall that turns my head. It shows my profile pick with the word: Increased destress.

Yeah, you don’t say? “I need food.”

“You can find food for Jack Freeman in the refrigerator,” a pleasant female voice announced from speakers in the ceiling.

Fucking sick! Wait. “Freeman? Why did you call me Jack Freeman.”

“That is your name.”

“No it’s not. It’s Jack Cedar.”

“Your name was legally changed to Jack Freeman when you entered the Alpha Program. It will be changed again once a mistress claims you as her fuck ****.”

Wow. Humiliated by a fucking A.I. “Fine, whatever! Where can I find food for Momma, eh, Madam Aubrey?”

“Please use the transporter.”

The… What? “Where is the transporter?”

A square of blue illuminates on the marble island and I get closer. It looks like a holo projection but running my hand through it doesn’t cause it to distort.

Well, now what? “Momma needs three pounds of food.” The light fades and I sigh. “Well fuck.” It was worth a shot I guess but damn, now what?

A red light appears on the island along with a whirling sound and suddenly, like Star Trek or some shit, food materializes until a platter of pancakes, sausage, eggs, waffles and orange juice sits before me. The red light turns blue and a ding rings.

“So fucking cool.” I grab the silver platter by its handles and hustle back upstairs as fast as I can, careful not to spill any of the food or let the butt plug wiggle too much.

When I return, Momma sits up in bed and she taps the wall next to her, causing a square block to come out. “Place it here.”

I put it down on the square and Momma pats her lap. Her erect cock throbs with need so I climb up onto the bed to take care of her as much as she takes care of me. I start to take her cock into my mouth but she pulls the long butt plug and for a second, I’m sure that my guts are going to be pulled out along with it.

“We don’t have time for that, baby boy. We’re running late.” She pulls me forward and sits me on her long, futa cock.

Fuck. Feeling real, raw cock going in me feels so fucking good. Before I realize it I’m bouncing up and down on her cock, slapping my ass on her glorious thighs.

She leans back against her pillows, her abs contracting into a tight eight pack. As she brings both arms to cradle her head, her biceps bulge and her lats flare, adding to the wild Viking warrior look her mess of a red mohawk was already giving off.

“Good little cockslut. I’m so glad to see you so adamant about riding futa cock.”

I huff with a smile, the best response I can give as I **** her length in me.

“I wish I could let you keep working for your meal, trust me, tomorrow you will, but like I said, we’re running late.” She reaches out and pulls me forward until I rest on her breasts. “Feed. I’ll take care of myself.”

Momma fucks my ass and muffles my lusty moans with her tit. I start to suck and eat my breakfast but I don’t drink as fast as I would if I didn’t have her massive girlmeat going up my ass.

“It’s good that Xon stretched you so good. Now we’ll have more fun. I won’t have to go through breaking you in so much. Ah! Fuck. Shame. I was partially looking forward to it but I had a feeling that when Xon saw you at school she’d fuck you bloody on sight. Ooh! Yes, suck Mommy’s milk. I can’t wait to move you over to a full cum diet. Agh! Yes. Jack, right there. Don’t move. Fuck! Your little pussy is so good.”

Her hips buck up and down while her hands pin my hips in place. I can’t drink any milk as my breath catches. Her cock grinds on my mushy prostate, like rolling a soft grape under the power of her thick urethra made of steel.

“Momma,” I breathe. “I- I…”

“Say it!”

“Cum inside me! I need your cum!”

“Of course, you do,” she coos as she caresses my cheek. She climaxes inside, her cum splashing my guts as she sighs in relief. She holds me against her for a minute as we both recover. She pushes me up to sit. She sits at the edge of her bed and starts to tear into her meal. “Eat,” she says around a mouth full of pancake.

We finish our breakfasts and Momma is very careful to pull out of my ass while pushing the toy back in to lock as much cum inside as she can. I clean her cock and spurt upon tasting her cum. Thick as mud, sweet as candy and savory like stake. I could eat it all day long.

She gets dressed but when I look for my clothes, I don’t see them.

“Um… Momma. I need to get some clothes from my apartment.”

She points to the bed and I climb up as she turns her back to me. As I zip her black dress, she says, “I have something for you to wear. You won’t return to your apartment unless I implicitly tell you to. You live with me now.”

My raw ass throbs with glee as I clasp the dress at the top. I can’t wait to ride her again.

She turns around and hands me my clitty cage. As I put it on, her eyes light with cybernetics. “Go down stairs and get your clothes from the transporter. I’ll be down in just a moment.”

I head downstairs and find only a black choker on the island.