You ride the edge, but don't slip over.

You throb, you twitch, and you can feel it. The end. The orgasm. You want it. You need it.

You need it.

You need... What do you need?

Pleasure? Did you need pleasure?

Your dick throbs it's affirmation.

Your dick.

Your dick needs pleasure?

No. Someone else's dick needs pleasure.

Mommy's dick.

Your balls disagree.

They want to empty.

You want them to empty.

That cum everywhere.

Cum.

Whose cum do you desire?

Mommy's.

You want mommy.

You want her dick.

And she wants you.

You want to be hers.

You need her.

That's all you want.

Your orgasm rides up, but peaks... and hesitates.

You twitch. You swell. Pre-cum gushes like a waterfall. And the orgasm rests.

It doesn't recede, but it doesn't progress. You can't get used to it, but it doesn't overcome your self control.

Slowly you open your eyes. You look up into the eyes of your mommy. "Mommy, I love you. I'll be yours forever."

That's when the tears start falling. She draws you up into an embrace, and holds you, chest heaving into yours.

You stay like this for a time, and you are content. You'll wait.

Finally, she stops sobbing. "I love you so much, honey. Thank you."

She breaks the embrace, and stands. She looks at two well dressed women, the other voices you recall.

"Is that sufficient?" She asks.

One woman, you recognize as another lawyer that works with your mommy, but the other woman is an unknown. Mommy's friend is holding a clipboard covered in forms.

The other woman speaks. "As a government representative for this fine city, and the country in which we reside, I must stress that in order to be awarded this special license, we must have irrefutable proof that the boy is completely yours. Unless that proof is shown, the application is denied."

"Proof, hmmm." Mommy looks thoughtful. "I can't show the proof I'd really like to use, but there'll be plenty of time for that later. How about..." She trails off, and kneels over you. "Honey, from this point on, you will never cum again. You will want to, you will need to, you will try very hard to, but it will never, ever happen, no matter what. Okay, honey?"

You cock your head to the side, and frown. "Mommy, why are you asking? You already told me I couldn't, so I won't."

"No, dear. That isn't right. You have two priorities now: first, you want to please me and obey me. Second, you absolutely want to cum. You will suck me, be fucked by me, seek to please me in every way possible, anything possible to empty your balls. And it will never work. You'll cry, beg, work so very hard to earn it, but it will never happen. And every time it gets to be too much to bare, you'll kneel in front of me and lick me, suck me, ride me, and you'll feel satisfaction from my satisfaction. Do you understand, honey?"

Your mouth feels very dry. She looks, sounds, like a predator right now, However, you don't let that bother you. You love mommy, and mommy loves you. You can do anything.

"Mommy, please make me cum," You whimper.

"No." She replies, before firmly grasping your cock in her hand. She pumps, twists and jerks you with a skill borne from years of masturbation. You were already on the edge, and it pushes you over. Or so you thought. Somehow, the release keeps slipping further off, each bit of stimulation just short of finishing you. You thrust along with her, to no avail. It's too much to bear with. You try to distract yourself. Glancing over, you see mommy's skirt near you. In it, you see a tell-tale bulge. She's aroused. You want very much to pleasure her right now. You reach over to free her dick, and as you make contact, your manhood is released and mommy stands up.

"Good enough?" She asks the woman.

"I think that's just fine," She responds. The lawyer offers her the briefcase, and the woman takes it. She slips a piece of paper from it, and using the clipboard, signs the paper. She then offers it to mommy, who eagerly examines it.

"There you are. Ownership license for your son. You can do with him what you will, barring mutilation, ****, or coercing him to commit crime. Congratulations."

Mommy beams down at you. "Congratulations, honey, you're really mommy's little fucktoy now. Forever."

You beam back at her. "I already was, mommy. I love you." You stop for a second, feeling compelled to ask her something. "Will you let me cum now?"

"Not now, honey, mommy is busy."

The woman, meanwhile, has been writing on the clipboard. She looks at mommy, and offers it to her.

"I've signed and initialled, and everything is in order. I must say, it was impressive that you managed to dig up that old form. It hasn't been used in years."

"I've been planning this for a while. I always wanted my son to be mine. And by the looks of it, he's always wanted to give himself to me, too." She glances at you, proudly looking down at you. You smile back.

"I never expected him to cave this quickly," Mommy's lawyer friend says. "It was only a few days ago when you got him to put on the collar. Never seen a buttboy quite like him before."

"Jealous?" Mommy teased. "Sorry, my boy is one of a kind."

Under her breath, the lawyer mutters. "Wish my damn kid put out once in a while."

With a quick flourish, mommy signed the paperwork. The woman took it, pulls a stamp from her pocket, and marks it. Satisfied, she folds it and puts it in her shoulder bag.

"Okay, ma'am. The official licence will arrive in a couple weeks. This will serve as a temporary," She slips a small piece of paper from her bag, and fold it in half. "Just tuck it in his collar, and if there is any trouble, they can call the number there to solve the issue. I'm also going to notify the police and as many people as possible about the arrangement so he doesn't get harassed. Radio ads are ready to run, thanks to that generous donation you made last year."

"Wonderful," Mommy says, glancing happily down at you. She kneels and grabs you collar, tucking the licence into a small laminate flap. "Perfect"

"Mommy," You ask." What's it for?"

"It's legally obligates you to be naked at all possible times. You can have coats when it's cold, and shoes and things, but otherwise you can only wear the collar. Just like we talked about earlier."

You smile. "Okay mommy. I'm glad you can still make me do that," You sincerely tell her.

"Me too, dear," She smiles at you. She then looks at the two ladies. "Are we good?"

"Yes, ma'am. Enjoy your son."

"See you at work tomorrow, you lucky bitch."

With the, the two women leave.

You and you mother look into the crowd of people around you. She looks at you with a lusty smirk. You look back with a **** gaze.

"Lets go inside, dear. We need to have a private talk," She smiles, gesturing to her dick, and leaning down to give your ass cheek a squeeze.

The crowd starts groaning with disappointment. All your neighbours, and quite a few passers-by, watched all this drama and paperwork, and wanted a pay-off. Mothers with their sons watch enthralled, whispering excitedly to each other. They want it. Wives with their husbands stand smiling, coming up with new sexual play to try out later. Young couples stand rigid, eager for a conclusion, their members standing just as attentive. They all want to see it.

And you kind of want to show them.

And mommy can see it plainly on your face.