She wants a pack.

"You make such a good puppy, don't you? Such a cute, wittle puppy." She smiles down at you, possesively, as she takes the leash and begins to tug on it, pulling you along. The soft carpet lets you stumble along on your hands and knees as she walks you around her room, demeaning you, as she tells you to keep up, don't stumble, as she tugs hard on the leash. The movements excite you, your legs sliding back and forth with each step, pressing your wet lips against eachother, as you feel your juices slowly sliding down your pale legs.

Eventually, your mother stops you where you started and kneels beside you. Her hand slides out, caressing your sweaty, flushed head, as she begins to pet across your head and down your back. Your left on your hands and knees as she pets you, like a puppy, her hands slowly trailing across your excited, needy body. Each pet slides slightly further down your body, until each stroke ends with her tugging gently on your tail. Soft, excited whimpers escape past the gag as you find your legs spreading, hoping, needing for your mother to play with you, to let you cum.

Smirking, her hand slides down and cups your folds. Leaving her hand there, watching you press back against it, as she leans in to your ear. "Your a needy little puppy, aren't you? Do you need a good fucking? A chance to cum? I think your in heat, little puppy, and your new owner knows just how to fix that." She stands once more, pulling away from you, as you whimper, pleading. Your eyes follow her movements, shivering, as you watch her pull out a box, before she returns to you. As she opens the box, you get a quick glimpse of a strapon and...white vials? before she slides it behind you once more. You hear the sounds of fabric, the rustle of clothing, before you feel your mother spreading your legs apart further, opening you wider, as she settles in behind you.

With a gasp, you feel the strapon slowly split your lips, sliding into your wet, tight canal as her hands settle on your hips. Slowly, with full control, she pushes deeper and deeper inside of you, until you feel it nestling inside of you. She starts off at a slow pace, in and out, teasing you, as you push back against her, until she slowly begins to increase the speed. Each thrust a bit faster, a bit more powerful, as she leans over you, dominating you.

"Such a good bitch. You love my nice, thick strapon, don't you? It's modeled after my husbands nice, big cock. It's special, too, because it's a squirting strapon. Mhm. Your needy, wet little pussy is going to be full of some nice, fertile sperm from my hubby. That always fixes a little bitch in heat, doesn't it? That's it, wiggle just like that puppy."

Your mother takes your wiggling for excitement, for need, as she assumes you are safely on the pill, or maybe she doesn't care, but her thrusts don't slow down. You're trying to pull away, but....but do you really want to? Your mind is so...fuzzy...so needy...push back into it...NO....you're a gir...a boy! Not a puppy....good puppy...

As you lie there, internalizing the conflict, you realize the decision has been taken from you as your mother pushes deep within you, nestling against your cervix, as the strapon blasts its load deep within your fertile pussy. The sensation sets you off, moans escaping past the gag, as you begin to cum in time with the strapon. Your cervix winking open and closed as you shiver and shake. You don't even notice your mother pulling out, as fireworks go off inside of your brain. She lifts you, places you inside of a cage, and knows she won't be letting you until she knows her little bitch is bred.....