She Already Owns You, Make It Public

The collar is pretty embarrassing, but you can't say you hate wearing it. People will look at you, and might make fun of you, but mom will be happy. So happy. You remember that look of love and affection when you agreed to wear the collar the first time. How could you ever consider taking it off?

Quickly, before you can have second thoughts, you head to school.

The day proceeds shockingly, almost disappointingly, normally. Sure, all of the odd shoves and accidental gropes you get every day suddenly disappear, and many of the boys smile and congratulate you, but there isn't any teasing or insults. Ashley looks disappointed, but she laughs and slaps you on the back. Mostly, it's smiles and knowing glances.

Wearing the collar feels normal. In fact, it feels good. Really good. You're your mothers fucktoy, and letting other people know just feels right. A part of you wishes you could do more for her. Maybe bloat yourself with cum and plug it for the whole day? Go naked everywhere to show you're her property?

Oh man, you don't like the sound of that. You'd hate it. But if mommy wanted you too, if mommy asked you too, you're pretty sure you'd do it. You're also downright positive that if she was happy, if she smiled and said she loved you, you'd absolutely do it. More than that, you'd love it. You'd be happy to do it, as long as she was happy to see you do it.

On the way home from school, you start feeling giddy. It'd been hours since you had any of her sweet cum, since you felt her ravage your butt. The bus drops you off, and you wait until it rounds the corner to start slipping off your clothes as you walk to the door. You aren't sure if anyone sees you, and frankly, you don't care. Mommy is waiting to fill her favourite toy, and you can't bare to make her wait.

Wearing only your underwear, and carrying the rest of your clothes, you open the front door. As you close the door with one hand, you slide your boxers down with the other. As the door clicks shut, you are ready.

You quickly put on the condom, then drop to your hands and knees, ass in the air. No sooner than you are on the ground than your red headed master enters the room.

"Honey, I never thought you'd be so well trained this soon!" She excitedly says. Before you can turn to look at her, she lunges and impales you on her fully erect cock. "Ohhh, so tight after so many hours apart!"

She thrusts softly for a few moments, bringing you to the brink of a quick orgasm, before stopping. With her meat firmly packed in your ass, she slips her hands underneath of you and picks you up.

"Come on, dear, lets go somewhere more comfortable." She swiftly carries you to the couch, pushing you down on her cock as she walked. This forces you over the edge quite dramatically, your seed spilling into the waiting condom. Sitting down, she spins you around, nearly wringing a second orgasm out of you. Facing her, she looks you in the eyes, with the loving smile of mother. "How was school today, son?"

Awkwardly, you try to answer her, but every thrust brings a moan to you lips. Looking into her understanding gaze, and feeling the **** of her love filling your ass, you slowly tell her about your day. You tell her about the gazes, the smirks, all the jealous boys. As you talk to her, her smile changes, from a mothers to a lovers, with a hint of something darker. Forcefully, she kisses you, tongue invading your mouth while the dick in your ass moves with new vigour.

You stay like this for some time, held in her arms and being loved from both ends. Soon enough, she finishes, moaning loudly into your mouth as she beats your tongue into submission. Seconds later, you have your second climax, your soft dick leaking into the condom. After a couple days of near constant fucking and sucking, you forgot just how much she can cum after a few hours without sex, and your belly swells powerfully. It used to be somewhat uncomfortable to get bloated from bellow, but now it feels right. She thrusts hard as her orgasm tapers off, a gentle trickle that still exceeds even the most powerful of your own. Her dick begins to soften, but she is content to keep it in your ass.

Breaking from your kiss, mom happily sighs and gazes at you. "Honey, you are the best son a mother could ask for."

Breathlessly, you catch your breath, and feel something swelling within you. You love your mother, and you always have, but you feel torn. You wouldn't mind if things stayed the same forever, but you remember what you thought about on the bus. She'd probably have you do more, eventually, when she thought you were ready, but by then your feelings might change. A big part of you wants to please her now.