You jerk up as Crystal walks in, resulting in a surprise facial.

"I'm hooome," Crystal yells, walking into the living room. Surprised, you jerk up, releasing mommy's dick just as she slips over the edge. "Doug?" She says, standing behind the couch, unable to see anything other than your face, "What are you," She begins.

That's when the floodtide broke. With a groan, mommy thrust her hips, and her jizz took flight. Crystal looked on in awe as the alabaster stream arced upward, and at the apex, comes crashing down onto your back. Suddenly, two hands reach up and **** your face back down to the fountain in front of you. Instinctively, you open your mouth, and as your face is coated, you retake the tip. Mommy moans again as the flow begins to lessen, and you begin to savour the taste, letting as much fill your mouth as long as you can before being **** to swallow. Finally, it ends, and you being to dutifully lick the softening meat, getting every last bit of girlcum into your mouth.

Meanwhile, your trapped dick continues to struggle, tiny threads of pre-cum seeping through your tightly constricted urethra. Your balls twitch and throb, working desperately to prepare for an orgasm that would never come. Of course, you only faintly recognize this discomfort, as you are far too enthralled by the addictive taste filling your mouth. Your joy exceeds that of ejaculating, because mommy's joy is the only joy you care about.

Crystal's face flushes and she eyes you hungrily, but refuses to move. She knows better. Instead, she carefully memorizes your expression, how right you look covered in cum. She'd use that later.

Finally, you are pushed off the couch, and mommy sits up, satisfaction plastered on her face thicker than the cum is pasted on yours. "Love you, honey," She sighs, patting you on the ass.

"Love you too, mommy," You return, heart swelling with joy. That smile, those words, that's all I need.

"Crystal, honey, can you come here?" Mommy says, turning to look at her daughter. Crystal, however, doesn't immediately respond. She is far too distracted, her eyes locked on your groin.

"Is that?" She flatly asks, pointing.

"It is," Mommy responds. "It's a sign of my son's dedication to me." She couldn't possibly look happier.

"Fuck," Crystal mutters. "Who would have thought it be that easy to break a toy in."

"This wasn't a breaking in, dear. He loves me so much that he chose this all by himself." She looks at you with those motherly eyes. "I couldn't ask for a better son."

"So I never even had a chance," Crystal mutters under her breath.

"Sorry, dear. I love you, Crystal, but his feelings are his own. You can't blame me for accepting them." Her expression changes slightly. "You won't be blaming him, either."

"Fine, I give up," Your sister flatly states. She looks tired.

"Good girl. Now, I need you to do something for me," Mommy stands up.

"What?" Crystal said, looking like she would rather be anywhere else.

"I need to you go throw out all of your brothers clothes."

"What?" You blurt, suddenly mortified. "But I, you can't, this," You stutter.

"Remember, dear? That little cock cage is legally clothes. It's all you need to wear. Oh, yes, you can have shoes, And socks, don't want you getting blisters. And of course, you can wear a long coat on cold days, but only while you're outside. Of course, you'll also keep wearing the collar. That way, nobody will get any ideas about taking advantage of my special little fucktoy. Do you understand, honey?"

Part of you wants to scream, to argue, to say no. That part of you, however, feels very, very small in front of mommy, the woman you swore your everything too. The woman that you want to please. The woman that you would never refuse.

"Yes, mommy. I love you," You say eagerly, willingly discarding the last of your dignity.

She smiles brightly, that twinkle of love filling her eye while that spark of dominance dances in the background. "Good."

Crystal stands to the side, nearly forgotten. "Uhm, mom?"

Mommy turns to look at her. "Yes, dear?"

"If I do it, throw away his clothes I mean, can I have a turn with him?" She flushes furiously, hungry eyes locked on your ass.

"No," Mommy immediately states, that dominant look in her eyes. "I believe the collar speaks for itself."

MOMMY'S LITTLE FUCKTOY

"Fine," Crystal mutters, looking utterly downtrodden.

"Dear, don't feel down. You'll find a great boytoy to turn into your pet. Trust me," She says in that motherly, caring way.

"God, I hope so," Crystal says, walking out of the room.

With a sigh, mommy sits back down. Wearily, she looks at you and smiles. "Come sit with mommy, sweety."

"Yes," You unthinkingly reply, eagerly dropping onto the seat beside her. As you settle, you feel your chastity cage knock against your sensitive balls, but before you can reposition yourself, mommy puts her arm over your shoulder. Oh well, you think to yourself, accepting the minor discomfort. Mommy likes you like this, and that's all that matters to you.

She turns on the TV and switches over to a show you know she likes. Wordlessly, you both watch the program, content to be near each other. Occasionally, your sister walks through the room, taking a bag of your clothes to the trash, but you don't pay any attention. As far as you are concerned, you never had clothes to begin with. Out of the corner of your eye, you can see mommy smirk as she notices your lack of response. That makes you smile. The throb from your balls, the literal destruction of your privacy and dignity, makes you happy, because she desires it, and it makes her happy.

After a short time, she becomes erect, and eagerly you service her, faintly aware of your own discomfort. She cums powerfully deep inside your throat, and you throb awkwardly in your confinement. That's just fine. She happily goes soft, completely sated, and your balls churn furiously, filling with cum that will soon be trapped with more and more cum until you lose your mind to desperation. That's perfect. That thought of you experiencing that desperation pleases mommy, and you are eager to bring her as much pleasure as possible. That's the important thing. That's what you want.

Soon, the show ends, and she stands up.

"Mommy?" You ask, hoping that she wants you to do something.

"Dear," She smiles. "Lets...