Mommy's Cocksleeve

[WARNING: PISS]

You hiccup.

"I can't believe you peed into me, mum."

"Honey, you're my cocksleeve now. This is what you do," she says, stroking your swollen belly.

"As long as it's just you," you say.

She coos and calls you a good boy.

Tomorrow morning comes but when you come downstairs dressed in your school uniform your mother looks surprised."Honey, you don't have school today."

"But it's Friday..."

"No, you don't understand. When I said you're my cocksleeve now, I meant it. I've called your school and made all the necessary arrangements. Your place is under me from now on. I'm taking you to work with me. You can keep the uniform on though, it's kind of kinky."

"Is that... Is that legal?"

"Of course, dear. You don't have to worry about school anymore. You're a certified cocksleeve registered to your own mommy! Isn't that great?"

Your whole world collapses in on itself. No more school? Your mother's ... what? You ask about your school friends, your life.

"You can still visit them whenever you want. And if you're worried about your future don't be, certified cocksleeves are in high demand these days. I know it's a very old-fashioned job for a male but it's a steady one. I'm sorry if this is a shock. It is a lot to take in. Speaking of which, come over here and get your breakfast."

You approach your mother and realise that even though her upper body is suited up for work, her lower half is completely naked. Her massive length beckons you. You gulp, wondering what the day has in store for you.

An awful lot of cock-sucking as it turns out. She starts off gently milking her morning load into your mouth as she flicks through the news and her emails on her phone. She runs her hands through her hair and sighs, totally comfortable spilling her cream over your tongue. When your sisters come in they're astounded, and both of them quickly become hard.

"I see our little bitch has finally learned his place," sneers Jessica as she strokes herself.

"Now, now," giggles your mother. "If Marcus is anyone's bitch, he's mine. Not yours. That includes you too, Zoe."

Both your sisters groan jealously.

The car ride to your mother's work reminds you a lot of your trip home the day before. By the time she pulls into her usual spot, your face is already streaked with her second cumshot of the day. She wipes the cum from your face with her hand, and then sticks her fingers into your mouth until you've cleaned off every last drop. She pats you on the head and brings you into the building with her.

Before heading to her office she stops at reception and retrieves a laminated tag for you. It reads "Registered Cocksleeve" followed by your mother's employee number.

You ask, "Why doesn't it have my name on it?"

She attaches it to a lanyard, puts it on you and chuckles, "Cocksleeves don't need names, honey."

Then she leads you to her desk. You're glad she has her own office, knowing what you'll be doing today. Unfortunately, you then realise that her desk has no backing, meaning that anyone who crouches under it will be very obvious from any angle.

And that's where you end up. She doesn't have to push you. You know what she wants the moment she sits down and fishes her growing monster from underneath her grey business skirt. Her titanic balls, now fully engorged, seem as big as her enormous tits, if not larger. You struggle to fit the head in your mouth. You remember how much it hurt the first time, but it seems to get easier with practice. You hear your mother typing above you and humming cheerfully. You weren't ready for her orgasm. She seemed so calm and at ease at her desk and suddenly an enormous gush of liquid spurts into your mouth. You swallow it reflexively and cough loudly. Your mother tilts her monster dong to one side and looks down at you with a beatific smile.

"Sorry, honey, I should have warned you that once I get comfortable I can go off without any warning. Just be sure to keep your mouth on my dick at all times. I don't want any cum getting on the floor. I can't have my workspace getting all messy because my cum dump has loose lips. You understand, right sweetie?"

You nod and try to say you understand, with your lips stretched to their maximum around her width. The vibrations from your speech trigger another load hurtling down your gullet, but she seems to understand you.

"That's great, sweetie. If you need anything at all, talk to me around my cock. I promise I'll understand."

Eventually it's time for lunch. Or, your mother's lunch at least. You're getting all the nutrition you need straight from the source. Your mother is very busy today so she eats at her desk, while you continue to fellate her just out of sight. You hear her swallow and sigh with satisfaction. You just swallow. Then you hear her voice again.

"I'm finished with my lunch, dear. Normally I go to a restroom now but you're right here so I don't have to leave. You're okay with that, aren't you, honey? You've been such a good fleshlight for me so far..."

You blush from her honeyed tone but explain that you don't want her using you that way. All you manage to produce is a muffled sound that channels up her rod.

"I'm sorry honey it's too late, I can't stop now. You're too good at this for me to ever go back to treating you like an ordinary son again. I hope you understand. Mmmm..."

Her floodgates open and you try to think about something else. Anything else. You swallow it all down and keep swallowing until she finally pulls out and flicks the head of her penis and the last drops onto your tongue.

"You're my cocksleeve. My cum dumpster, and my flesh toilet. You understand, honey? All mine. I promise I'll treat you right ... as a disposable office whore. Mommy's little cock socket."

She blows you a kiss, then gets back to her work.