Observation

Your mind is still blank after what Erika just did to you. “That was incredible… thank you,” you say.

“Aww, you’re so adorable. Don’t thank me yet. That’s just a warmup for what’s in store,” she says, grinning. “Because I gave you extra doses, I think I am going to have you stay here for observation just in case we need to react quickly.”

That is a totally reasonable request, having just taken a double dose of the pills. “Erika, why did you change your mind so dramatically? You went from not wanting to give me anything, to doubling it,” you ask.

Erika thinks for a little while, “I think it’s because I feel you and I have genuinely bonded in a remarkable way over the past year, especially recently. The sexual stuff aside, you have told me a lot about your life. I know your situation isn’t amazing at home, since your mother is basically not a part of your life. I think it’s important to have a mother figure around, and when there isn’t one, it causes a deficiency. Do you have anyone to talk to about personal things?”

“Not really,” you reply. “You’re the only person I really feel safe enough to open up to.”

“See… that’s a prime example of what I’m talking about. I am honored that you feel like that with me, though. I have to ask; do you ever think about moving out of your mother’s house?”

“I’ve thought about it, however I don’t know if I’m ready for that. I don’t feel like I have a lot of the life skills a person my age should have, since my mother was always too busy to teach me stuff. I know the basics, like how to cook simple meals, but there’s a lot I don’t know.”

Erika wraps her arm around you. “I’d be happy to help you as much as I can, sweetheart. I want you to be successful.”

The emotions are almost too much to contain, and the only response you’re able to muster up is a broken mumbled “thank you…”

Erika hops off of the examination table. “Come on. I’ll show you the dorm room.” You hop down and follow her. “Should I put on my clothes?”

“You can if you want, sweetie.” Hearing her say that, you pick up your clothes and throw them on quickly, then follow her into the hallway. Erika unlocks the door across the hall to reveal a large comfortable looking bedroom with a kingsize bed. The bedroom has a good sized window with a fair amount of natural sunlight coming in. There is a bathroom, a small kitchen, and even a living space with a couch and a TV. If you didn’t know any better, you’d think this was a really nice apartment.

“I hope this will be fine for you until tomorrow,” Dr. Erika says.

You can’t believe she’s worried about this not being good enough. This setup is better in almost every way when compared to your mother’s home. “Absolutely… this is incredible, Erika. I am really excited to get a good sleep in that comfy looking bed. My bed at home is kind of lumpy and terrible,” you say.

“I’m extremely relieved to hear you’re fine with the room. This was originally supposed to be my suite in the facility, but I never used it. I’m more than happy to assign you to it, since it’s probably the most comfortable space in the entire building.” Her tone seems genuine and caring. “I have to continue with my work, but if you need me, use this.” She hands you a remote with two buttons on it. “Press the blue one if you just need to speak with me non-urgently. The red one is in the event of an emergency and you need help. Do you understand?”

You nod your head, and Erika smiles. “Good boy. Alright, I’ll be back later. Make yourself feel at home,,” she says, the door closing behind her. The door audibly locks.

It’s currently around 11:00 in the morning, so you decide to make some lunch. You walk over to the kitchen and begin rifling through the cabinets. They’re stocked with everything you could ever ask for, but you settled on a super simple lunch of box Mac and cheese.

Sitting down on the couch, you turn on the TV and begin watching a movie while you eat. Mac and cheese is such a delicious meal, but eating the entire box always makes you feel sleepy. Once you finish your meal, you return the bowl to the kitchen, and you decide there’s no harm in taking a little nap. Walking into the bedroom, you crawl into the bed. It’s extremely cozy, and laying in it for just a moment puts your entire body at ease. This suite had absolutely everything you would ever need to live comfortably. With that thought, you fall asleep.

The noise of the front door closing, and Erika calling your name, wake you up. “Helloo?” she calls out. You look over at the clock and it’s 5:00 in the afternoon. Looks like you really needed that sleep.

“Yeah… I’m in here,” you say in a very groggy tone. Erika walks into the bedroom and smiles.

“I’m so glad you are comfortable, sweetie. I saw you made some food!” She walks closer to the bed. “How does this bed feel?” she says, patting it.

“This is the most comfy bed I’ve ever slept in.” That’s not a lie. The bed in your mother’s house is genuinely quite terrible. A cheapo air mattress would honestly be better… which isn’t a terrible idea for when you return home, you think.

“Good! I’m glad. How are you feeling… aside from still half asleep? Any pain?” Erika lifts the covers to examine your body for any noticeable problems.

“Nothing that I can tell. I feel fine. I just had a super deep sleep, which was amazing.” You say with a smile.

“That’s wonderful to hear,” she says happily. “Alright I’m going to make sure everything is okay down there, alright?”

“Go for it,” you say, hopeful that both of you will be surprised. Erika pulls your shorts and underwear off to reveal your penis, and she gasps at what she sees.

“Well, there certainly was a big change… that medication works very well…” she says in disbelief. She grabs it gently, which feels amazing. “You are now as big soft as you were when you were hard before you took any pills,” she says, pausing to admire your new flaccid size. “I suppose that must mean you’re even bigger when it's hard,” she says with a mischievous smile.

The thought of having a massive cock, and the sensation of Erika’s hand on your cock begins to make you erect. Erika gives you a few helping strokes which feel incredible. This morning you were just over 5 inches when it was hard, but you’re clearly much bigger than that now.

“Wow… let me get a measuring tape, sweetie.” She walks away and comes back a few moments later. She measures your cock and smiles. “9 inches, and it’s pretty girthy too,” she says with a purr. “This is a fine tool now,” Erika says with a smile.

Erika continues stroking your cock up and down, now leaning down and giving your tip a quick lick. Your dick twitches as she does. “Such a responsive boy,” she giggles, still stroking you slowly. “I want to resume our conversation from earlier, now that I’ve had some more time to think about things. Would you be comfortable answering some questions about your mother?” Erika asks.

“Sure, ask whatever you want,” you reply, pleasure building up inside of you gradually.

“I’m just going to rip the band-aid off fast. Do you think your mother is a good mom?” Erika asks in a calm tone, keeping her strokes slow and steady.

“I think she is. She tries very hard to provide for us, so that deserves some points,” you reply.

“Yes, but I’m not asking about how much she tries. I’m asking about if she is objectively a good mother. Is she there for you when you need her to be? Does she teach you stuff which you need to learn? Consider those questions for a moment and then answer the question again. Is your mother a good mom?”

You sit and think for a moment, Erika’s hands pleasuring your cock still. The sensation is making it somewhat hard to think, however, you cannot deny she has a point. Trying is one thing, but actual action is what really counts, right?

“No.” you say with a pause. “I don’t think she is a good mom.”

“Good boy. The first step is admitting there is a problem. We can now begin to figure out a solution to your issue,” she says, now picking up the pace of her strokes. “You deserve a good mommy,” she says gently.

Her increased pace makes you quietly moan again, your mind swirling with thoughts and emotions. “Yeah, I do.”

“What would you say if I told you I know how to solve your issue?” she says.

“I’d say I want you to fix it,” you say, your thoughts being replaced by pleasure.

“Good boy. I want to help you,” she says, strengthening her grip around your shaft, speeding up a little more. You release another moan, this time louder. She is quickly learning how you tick, and what makes you feel incredible. “I want to reiterate that she tries, though. She works so hard- ohhhh”, you lose track of what you were saying as Erika takes your dick into her mouth, and swirls her tongue around your tip. You do not know what you were talking about. All you know is you want Erika to keep pleasuring you. “So good,” you say quickly, your breath rapid. Erika keeps bobbing her head up and down until you grab the back of her head and pull her down to swallow your entire length. She gags on your length before you let her raise her head.

“You’re such a naughty boy. You like doing that to me?” Erika asks.

“Mhmm,” your mind is mush as she returns to sucking on your cock. You feel the pressure building deep inside, until it rockets through your body and jets of hot, sticky cum explode into her eager mouth. You hold Erika’s head in place as you buck your hips and grunt. She lifts her head off of your dick and swallows your cum once more. “Bet your mother never did that for you,” she says with a smirk.

“N-no… never…” you say, shocked. “Why would she ever do that… she’s my mother…”

“Shh shh, that’s part of the problem. A good mother would have. I’m glad I could fulfill yet another need she was never willing to help you with,” grinning as she speaks.

That’s not something mothers should do with their sons, you think to yourself. That’s wrong… unless maybe you’re wrong.

“What’s wrong sweetie?” Erika pauses and gets on the bed. On all fours she crawls over to you, giving you an incredible view down her shirt. That makes your cock hard once again. “My, my, it looks like you’re ready to go again. Don’t worry sweetheart, I’m here for you.” she rests her forearms behind your neck and straddles you, kissing you passionately. Your eyes shut at the exchange, feeling the deep connection between the two of you. “I’m so proud of you. You’re such a good boy,” she kisses you again, both of you breathe heavily. You begin to feel her body move. Her lower body is rubbing against yours. Pleasure is on her face as she lightly moans. “I’m going to rock your world, my sweet boy.”