Why Yes, That WAS a Double Entendre.

My mom sat on the couch, her jaw dropped at Farah's boldness. But her eyes shone brightly with a fire I hadn't seen in her before.

"Stacy," Farah firmly spoke, "tell John what you want. Now."

Despite the fact that it was no secret what she wanted, there was clearly an internal war going on inside my mother's head. On one hand, she desperately wanted to ask me to take control of her and treat her like an object, like she wanted me to. On the other hand, I'm her son. She was trying to reconcile the boy she raised with the man she wanted me to be.

No longer willing to be patient, my girlfriend barked harshly at her, "Do it now, or I'll drag him upstairs and you'll lose your opportunity. Possibly forever."

"Johnpleaseuseme!" It was as if a dam had broken free in her mind, sending all her thoughts and desires rushing to her mouth, unchecked. "Please John! I need someone to treat me like the object I want to be! I've kept this side of my personality locked away for so long, but I know I cannot much longer. I need someone to be my outlet to let me finally be used like a servant, a plaything, a THING! I trust you to not go completely overboard and **** my fetish, to use me to the point that I cease to have any other personality. But I also know that if you refuse me, and I'd understand if you did, I might make it until the girls's high school graduation before I give in and give myself to someone else." My mom was begging me now, with big fat tears running down her face, "If that happens, and that person told me to cut off contact with you or your sisters... it would hurt me, but I'd do it. Please."

A quick look to Farah, and her subtle nod, lets me know she's on board with what's about to happen.

"You understand what you're asking me, right?" I ask her, "You realize that Farah is going to be building a harem around me. She's got three or four girls already in her sights."

"Oh...much more than that John."

"If I...if WE accept your request, you will be just one of many. You'll still be my mom, and I'll always love you, but you'll be no higher or lower than the other girls. You'll just be one of the girls in my harem."

The reactions in the room to that statement were telling. Farah beamed at the inclusion of her in the decision making process. My mother, well she shook uncontrollably and moaned as an orgasm raced through her veins. Not a single finger was being placed on her. Just the thought of being treated as one of many had her off to the races.

I took her hands into mine, "Mom, if you still want this, than I will gladly take care of you like you need." I couldn't help but be proud of the smile that broke free on her face. "Long term, I'm going to require you to move down near campus with Farah and I. Not sure if we will have you living with us, or in your own place just yet, but I'm going to want you close by, so I can keep an eye on you. In the meantime, I'm going to ask... no, order you to stay here until the girls graduate and continue raising them as you've done so far."

"Before we head back to campus, we're going to install a web camera on your computer Stacy," Farah interjected, "So John and I can make sure you're following his orders."

"Okay mom. This is the last out I'm going to give you," I warn, "If you want to go ahead with this, I'll treat you like the object, as a thing I use to see fit. But if we do this, you're going to have to accept that I am the only one you are going to give this control to. You're welcome to interact with other people, but outside of my harem, you are the same woman you've been my entire life."

"Yes! Yes, I accept. Thank you John! Thank you Farah!" She was crying as she crushed me in the tightest bear hug I've ever received.

"Oh, you haven't accepted yet mom. If you want to do this, you're going to have to prove it first. I'll take care of you, and treat you as you need, but before that, you need to..." Shit, am I really going to do this? "Suck my cock. Right here. Right now."

"Ooh...well played," Farah cooed, "Take your top off too."

I'm not sure what I expected as a response. What I didn't expect was for my mom to fly off the couch, launching her head towards my crotch like a dick-seeking missile. Her top was in the air and my pants were on the floor before I knew what had happened. My mother was sucking my cock.

"Ooohfuck, Mom...you really want this, don't you? You really want to be your son's plaything?"

"Mmmhhmm," was the only response I got from her, as her eyes looked up to me. She was happier than I'd seen her in years. The tears were still streaming down her face, but I knew that they were now tears of happiness. As she kept working my cock over, she kept swallowing more and more of it. She might have been working at a frenzied pace, but I could tell there was a high degree of expertise behind her approach. Her tongue was swirling around my shaft while her hand fondled my balls. Her other hand...

"Uh uh...did I say you could rub your greedy little kitty? Keep your hand out of your panties."

"ess thir!" She was thrilled that I was denying her!

Meanwhile, Farah had gotten down next to her on the floor, and was whispering in my mom's ear, "That's such a tasty dick you made, isn't it? So big, and so hard. It's the best dick ever, don't you think."

A frantic nod was the only indication that my mom had even heard her.

"You can feel his balls tightening, can't you? He's going to cum for his mommy, and you're going to love it."

Somehow, she started going even faster. ::urk, urk, urk:: still staring up at me.

"Mom, I'm about to cum. I'm going to cum and paint your face. When I'm done unloading, you're going to go right to bed. Do not wash my jizz off your face, do not bring yourself off. You aren't allowed to masturbate, or wash your face until you wake up tomorrow morning." Just like before, my words were enough to set my mother off on another orgasm. "Hmm...I didn't specify, did I? Well, I guess you get that one. But no more cumming for you until the girls are heading to school." And with that, I pulled my saliva soaked dick out of and painted my mother's face, hair and tits. The happy gurgling noises she made with what landed in her mouth was lewd music to my ears.

"John, you've made me so happy. I cannot wait to do everything I can to make you just as happy. But, could I ask a favor? Could one of you lead me to my bedroom? My vision is a little obscured right now."

And with that, Farah and I guided my beaming mother to her room and helped her into bed, before heading down the hall to my room and quickly falling asleep.