You head home

When you your mother finishes up for the day she rolls her chair back, slowly dragging her length out of your throat until only her head remains. She smirks down at you as she floods your mouth with her spooge, letting you really taste it.

With a sigh of contentment, your mother stands up, popping herself out of you fully. "Time to go, honey." She says with a grin, looking down at your vacant looking face.

"Go?" Is about all you can mumble in your addled state. "Yes, sweet lips, we're going home." "Home." You nod, but can't muster yourself to stand up; your legs numb from kneeling all day, and your stomach bloated with extra weight. Sighing, your mother packs up her things, and leaves.

You're so out of it that you don't realise that she's gone, until she comes back, carrying a collar, and a leash. "I'd heard that new sleeves sometimes need help moving after extended sessions. "Your mother says as she collars you. "Guess they were right." She smiles down at you, before she tugs on your leash, getting you to move on all fours, albeit slowly.

As you exit her office gasps are heard, and if you were conscious enough to register the number of stares coming your way, you'd probably die of shame, but most of the looks aren't aimed at you, not directly, at least. No, they're stares of envy, and your mother is basking in them.

Sure, lots of women employ cocksleeves, but few actually own them, your mother's hold on you apparent by how she's draging you along on a leash; most agencies forbid that kind of thing, and those that do don't ever have anyone as young, or pretty as you.

This is not even touching on how you're still wearing your highschool uniform, a real one, at that. Combine that with your mothers professional, grey pencil skirt, white blouse, and fashionably styled hair; you two look like you were lifted out of a scene from a higher budget porno.

Leaving a trail of frustrated boners, you and your mother make it to her car and get in, whereupon she instantly hikes up her skirt, and jams your head down her throbbing length. "Fuuuuuck! That was so fucking amazing, Marcus! All of those BITCHES! Staring at you! At ME! Wishing THEY! Could be ME! That THEY! Could OWN! A! HOT! LITTLE! COCK! SUCKING! SLUT! LIKE! YOU!"

Each shouted word is punctuated by her ripping you up her shaft, before slaming herself down your throat, which ends with her holding your head down, flooding your already extended stomach with her thick seed, smashing your nose into her smooth crotch, cutting of your oxygen.

A minute passes, but your mother is enraptured in her own orgasmic bliss, and you're still too weak to even make a sound. Another minute passes, you're starting to feel faint, but your mother is busy pumping her huge load down your throat. Half way into the third minute you pass out, your mother still cumming her brains out.