Not willingly

"I'm not eating a fucking cupcake!" Erica screamed at Cassidy. "Get your fucking clothes on and get out of my house you stupid bimbo! All of you, get out!!!"

The busty redhead trembled at Erica's reaction and looked like she might cry.

"Girls," William called out. "Tackle my mom, knock her down and pin her to the floor."

"What the hell?" Erica said, turning back to her son, only to be clobbered by the naked redhead.

Erica staggered but didn't fall. But then the twins grabbed hold of her arms and kicked her in the back of the knees. They all toppled over and Erica found her face trapped between two massive breasts. She screamed and kicked, and then someone grabbed a hold of her legs.

Erica thrashed violently but futility as five nearly naked women scrambled on top of her, trying to find the best position to hold her down while her son directed them. This was insane!

Eventually, Erica found herself spread eagle, her daughter sitting on one leg, Hazel wrapped around another, the twins holding down each arm, the redhead knealing at her head with two fists full of her hair.

"What the fuck?" Erica screamed. "You're all fucking crazy! Let me go! Let me go right now!"

"I'm really sorry it has to come to this, Mom," her son said, standing above her in his underwear, holding a tray. "But I really have to insist you try the cupcakes."

"What the... William! What's in the cupcakes?" she demanded. "Is it ****? Did you **** these girls? You bastard! You little shit!"

"Come on now, Mom," he said, sitting down beside the busty girl holding her by the hair. "It's nothing like that. Just try the cupcakes and you'll see. It'll all be alright."

He took a cupcake and brought it to her lips, frosting first. Erica clamped her jaws shut and pressed her lips together.

"MMM!" she refused, turning her head away as much as the girl's grip on her head allowed.

"Don't be stubborn, Mom," William insisted, pressing the cupcake against her mouth and smearing frosting all over as she continued to struggle and grunt refusal. "You just have to have a little taste and I'll tell the girls to let you go."

Erica glared daggers of hatred at her son as the cupcake disintegrated against her resistance, only to have him grab another and press it against her closed mouth again.

"You just need to taste how good they are, Mom!" he insisted, as Erica tried changing tactics and kicked against the girls holding her legs, only to find they were still clenching tight as William had directed. "Just open wide and let the choo-choo go into the tunnel. Be a good girl and eat your dessert."

This, of course, just fueled her rage and steeled her determination not to eat whatever bizarre roofie he'd used on the girls.

And then he squeezed her nose shut.

Erica's eyes went wide in panic. She couldn't breathe. She jerked about helplessly. He wouldn't let go! She thrashed and thrashed, the rushing of blood in her ears getting louder than her closed-mouth screams. She had to breathe! Just a little air. She could sneak some in really quick without letting him feed her. She was sure of it.

She parted her lips just slightly at the corner and sucked in a quick burst of air. Her body trembled with gratitude, but it wasn't enough.

"Just open your mouth, Mom," William encouraged.

It would be so easy... her vision got blurry and darkened at the edges. She had gotten some air in between her lips. As long as she kept her teeth closed, she'd be fine.

She parted her lips in a macabre rictus, teeth clenched, and sucked air through her teeth. Her son rubbed frosting all over like some demented dental hygienist. Erica pressed her lips together again, determined to make the breath last as long as she could.

"Can you taste it Mom? It tastes really good! There's nothing wrong with it. Everything is fine," William said.

Was he stark raving mad? This was not fine! She wasn't going to eat his evil cupcakes! His evil vanilla and almond cupcakes!

"It tastes really good!" William repeated several times "There's nothing wrong with it. Everything is fine. You just need to taste it."

It did taste good. That must have been how her evil son had tricked these girls. But he wouldn't trick her! She would resist!

"You figured out a safe way to breathe without eating the cupcake, didn't you, Mom?" he said. "Just open your lips wide and breath through your teeth and there's nothing I can do. You're so clever."

Erica was clever, she realized, letting her lips part and sucking in more precious air as her son futility tried to push in more frosting between her teeth, a finger even pushing some of it back towards her molars.

"Just tasting it doesn't count," her son assured her. "As long as you don't chew, you'll be fine."

Erica swallowed the saliva that has been pooling in her mouth and shuddered with relief. She'd be fine as long as she didn't chew. She was so clever. And the frosting did taste very good.

"Just relax, Mom," William insisted. "This was all just a misunderstanding. See, I'm going to let go of your nose now, and you're so grateful."

Erica breathed deep and relaxed. This had to be some bizarre misunderstanding.

"Just relax your jaw and open your mouth, Mom," he said. "I won't **** feed you, so you're safe. You can just lick the frosting off. Licking doesn't count. Only chewing counts. You were so smart to figure that out. And it tastes so good! You can lick the frosting off and I'll have to let you go and because you didn't chew, you won't be **** like these silly sluts."

Erica opened her mouth and licked at the frosting. She wouldn't fall into William's trap the way the silly sluts holding her down had. Licking didn't count. She could eat all the yummy frosting she wanted without falling under William's power.

"You're a good Mommy who loves to eat all the yummy frosting that your kids made just for you," William praised, grabbing another cupcake when she had licked the previous one clean. "Morgan, go grab the bowl of leftover frosting from the kitchen. Mom wants to eat it all up."

Erica did want to eat it all up, now that William mentioned it. Her daughter released her leg and Erica realized she could probably kick herself loose now. But she needed to lick off her current cupcake first.

"Everything is just fine, isn't it Mom?" William observed. "You're not mad at all anymore. You're just so happy you get to have a yummy treat!'

"So happy..." Erica agreed, wondering what she had been so mad about.

"Okay, girls, I promised you'd let Mom go once she took a taste," he said. "And I always keeps my promises, which is why Mom trusts me so much. So let her go so she can sit up."

The girls released her and Erica sat up and stretched. She trusted her son. Everything was fine.

"I brought the frosting," Morgan announced. "Should I have brought a spoon?"

"I want to eat it all up!" Erica reminded her daughter.

"Mom can just lick the bowl clean," William said. "She likes it better that way."

She did like it better that way. As she took the bowl from her daughter and proceeded to vigorously lick it out, William told her how happy everyone was that she was feeling so comfortable and compliant now and how she really didn't need to worry about what they had been fighting about and how a good mommy does whatever her son tells her to do and she was going to be a good mommy from now on.

And that was true, of course. Erica would do whatever William told her to do now.