The first day of a hopefully happy new life.

You wake up to smell of sizzling bacon and warm waffles wafting into the room. You stretch sleepily and check the clock seeing it is an early 11:11 AM. You roll out of bed and throw on a robe, your stomach growling as you make your way into Joy's cozy kitchen. She is wearing a sleep shirt and sweats, nothing 'sexy' so to speak, but knowing what is hiding underneath still makes you squirm as hard as if she were wearing the lewdest of lingerie. She sees you and smiles...warmly, welcoming, like she couldn't be happier to see you, and you feel loved in a way you haven't since you can't remember when. "Morning, sleepy sloth. I thought the smell of breakfast would wake you up. Have a seat, it's almost ready."

You sit down, so excited for this basic breakfast that you feel like a kid at Christmas. When Joy sets down your plate, you manage to mumble a perfunctory polite "Thankew" before stuffing your face. It's not like Joy is a world class chef, but the little notes of care, like softening the butter before putting it on your plate, adding a pinch of cinnamon to the waffle batter, and taking the slightly burnt pieces of bacon for herself so you get the perfectly crisp ones makes every bite taste like love.

"You girls always have the biggest appetites. I swear, Becca has you work all night and fuck half the day. It's a wonder you don't all starve to ****. Too focused on your other hungers no doubt. Well, here you don't have to choose. You just finish breakfast and let 'mommy' take care of those cravings." Joy crawls under the table as you cram another forkful of food in your mouth. You pause to peek underneath and see her slipping off her sleep shirt and pulling your robe apart to wrap her milky mommy pillows around your painfully pulsing prick.

Joy snaps sweetly, "No peeking, pretty peeper. Just take your time and enjoy that breakfast. Chew slow now, and savor every bite. Because when you finish, so does 'mommy'." You groan low and lustfully and chew your food as slowly as possible. You don't want to rush 'mommy' when she's sliding her silky soft skin around your rock hard shaft. You drool on your plate and take another bite of bacon to stifle a whimper. It's like you can taste how good her downy, doughy double D's feel milking your breakfast meat until it's ready to burst.

"Oooooh. SHLPP Someone's MMPH making MMM milk for SLURP mommy. SUCK Yummy." Joy jerks your cock off with her tits while sucking your cock head with every booby bounce. Your eyes roll back into your head and you struggle to keep the sweet, sticky syrup from spilling past your plump lips. You chew in time with mommy's pump and sucks, every blissful bite making you moan and your cock throb so hard you think it might split down the middle. You can't take it much longer, the tantalizing **** drives you crazy. You buck your hips and stuff your face, losing yourself to lust and licking the plate as mommy finishes her breakfast, sucking every last bit of syrup from your spurting sausage.

"Nnggh oOOoOooOoh MooOOommyyyyy!" You can't seem to stop cumming. Up until now, you've always had the cum fucked out of you. When it does, it's like your entire body is cumming at the same time. This is a new experience...so focused and intense it's like a dozen orgasms **** through your tiny cock hole in a euphoric eruption. You are still definitely a born bottom, but you could get used to waking up like this. You lie your head on your plate, drooling dreamily as mommy guzzles up every last gob of girl goo.

Joy pops up from the table, licking her lips. "Alright, missy. That's enough lollygagging. If you want more breakfasts like this, you're going to start doing chores, going back to school or getting your GED, and working on life goals beyond getting fucked." You want to argue that so far getting fucked seems to be the only thing you're good at, but you want more meals like this and more importantly, you want Joy to keep looking at you with those proud, hopeful eyes.

As long as she believes in you, you can too! You jump out of your chair, reinvigorated and ready to go! You clear the table and start doing dishes, dashing all over the house dusting, dancing to and fro doing laundry and working your way down Joy's chore list all to put a smile on her face. Well, a smile and the hopes she'll let you repay the favor for breakfast and let you make lunch and serve it with a smile and a suck.

Then it hits you...as perfect as this day is, it's missing something important. You hate to impose any further or seem ungrateful, but you think one of the things Joy is trying to teach you is how to ask for what you want. It's hard enough just admitting it to yourself, much less saying it out loud, but if you don't, then you won't ever start really living. You take a deep breath, clench your fists so tight that your nails dig into your flesh,