Early wake up call

After your Mommy left you fell into a fitful sleep, filled with dreams of the most desirable women you'd ever met. They were all trying to have their way with you, so it didn't really surprise you when you awoke with morning wood that was at full mast. But then the haze of sleep snapped away as you realized that a set of long, delicate fingers was running up and down your hard on occasionally grazing it with finger nails.

Looking down you gasped out, "Linda?"

Sarah's mother was sitting on the edge of the bed, her hand moving up and down your shaft in a way that was both gentle and insistent. You could feel your erection pulsing in her hand, and the slickness of her palm was making it harder and harder to resist the urge to just let go and come. "Please, we're nearly family. Call me Mom... no, Mommy.", this last word came out of her mouth almost like a sexual moan, and hearing it caused your erection to jump in her hand. "Oh, you like calling me Mommy, do you want me to be your Mommy, Bill? I could take over that role if you really want."

Each time she said Mommy, you twitched with excitement - you already knew what one Mommy could do to you - what about two?

"Sarah asked me to stop by and see if you were up, and you're definitely UP, I made sure of that.", your new Mommy said with a sensual lilt on each use of the word up. "And since you're so up, I think you can help me. I need some lotion for my breasts to make them really pop", as she said pop she shimmied to make her cleavage shake very enticingly, "and I thought my new baby boy could give me some. You want Mommy's breasts to look so good at your wedding don't you, baby boy? You want something to look at other than your bride while you give your vows, don't you? Tell Mommy you want to give your wedding vows to her breasts instead of to her daughter."

The way her eyes held yours captive as she spoke made it impossible to look away. Her pupils were dark and dilated, her eyelids half-mast, and her gaze was so heavy and loaded with wanton desire that it made your stomach flutter. Her breasts heaved with each sultry word that left her mouth, the creamy skin stretched taut over the ripe swell of her bosom. You could feel your cheeks flush red with desire, and your cock harden in response. It was so wrong, but so hot. "Yes, I would rather swear myself to your breasts than to Sarah."

"Of course you would baby boy - my breasts are so much better than my daughter." The way she said it - with such confidence and smirk - made your cock jerk in agreement. You were so lost in her, in the way she made you feel, that you would have sworn anything to her in that moment.

"Yes, your breasts are way better than your daughter's.", you reply thinking you know what she wants to hear.

"No, baby boy, obviously my breasts are better than my daughter's breasts. I mean my breasts are better than my whole daughter. Tell me you love my breasts more than you love my daughter.", she said, lowering her cleavage around your cock. She removed her hand and began to simply slide her cleavage up and down over your cock - her cleavage so tight that she didn't even need to press her breasts together to get them to grip your cock at least as firmly as her hand had been. You were willing to tell her anything she wanted to hear if she'd keep this up. You weren't confident it wasn't true anyway.

"Yes, your breasts are better than Sarah. I love your breasts more than Sarah, Mommy."

Again, saying Mommy made your cock twitch. Why was that word now so hot to you. It put you over the edge and you came into your new Mommy's cleavage. She reached a hand in and used it to spread your cum over her left breast.

"That's a good start, baby boy, but Mommy needs more of her cream before she's done with you. You can give Mommy more cream, can't you." Her voice is soft and sultry, her eyes half-lidded and filled with lust.

Until yesterday you'd have said no, but something about these women that were coming after you was so intoxicating that you were almost never getting soft, even shortly after a release. With your new Mommy's tits wrapped around your cock while she said naughty, nasty things to you, this wouldn't be the time.

Her tits are soft and heavy around your cock, and she's moaning and gasping and grinding against you. You can feel her tightness every time she squeezes you, and you know you won't last much longer.

But you also know that she's not done with you yet.

"Give Mommy what she needs, baby boy. Give her all of your cream."

Your new Mommy didn't leave until she'd drained you twice more, once for her right breast and once that she licked clean from her fingers in a way that left you rock hard.

As she licked her fingers, she looked at you with a smirk and said, "I can't wait to see my baby boy's thing at the wedding stretching out for me like that the whole time he's promising himself to my breasts."

And with that, you were alone again.