Mom

A few minutes after two, I hear Mom's car pull up into the driveway, and pause my game. I've always greeted mom when she gets home, and there's no reason for today to be any different. I get up and head to the kitchen, waiting as she arrives.

“Hey, faggot,” Mom greets me. I smile, before seeing she has her pants unbuttoned and unzipped and her is cock out and I kneel down immediately. Smiling, I crawl across the kitchen floor on my hands and knees to approach my mother's cock.

“That's a good boy, come give your mother a kiss, faggot,” she beckons, and as I reach her, I lean in, kissing her soft crown. She puts a hand on my head and brushes her fingers through my scalp, as I lick her cock gratefully from the hilt to the tip.

“I was talking to Amy, and she told me how well your reprogramming seems to be going, faggot,” Mom says, prompting a continued smile from me, and continued worship. I lick her cock from the base to the crown again, kissing my way down.

“I didn't really expect this, but, fuck, your tongue is so nice, faggot,” Mom says, watching me licking and kissing her cock. I'm not even thinking, her cock is the only thing on my mind or in my vision, and I simply show her love with my mouth.

“You like Mama's cock, fag?” she asks. I moan affirmatively, as my brain rewires according to Amy's programming, and it seems the obvious answer. Mom strokes my hair out of my face, watching me reverently licking and kissing her thick rod.

“Bet you'd do anything Mama told you to right now, huh, fag?” she asks rhetorically, standing with her back against the door into the garage, “Fortunately for you, faggot, Mom's always been the giving sort, and I have an idea what you'd like.”

Author's Note:
Please click LIKE if you are enjoying this story.