You try to wank yourself to sleep...

In the dim light of a single table lamp, you sit on the squeaky cushions, fighting a losing battle against your stubborn dick.

Of course, you tried to just shut your eyes and hope for sweet oblivion, but your thoughts still race wildly, always returning to Joanne naked on top of you...

To her mansplitter cock that left a now noticeable emptiness inside you...

Frustrated, you walk to the risque collection in the laquered bookcase, searching for something, anything really, that could help you scratch your itch...

None of the titles strike enough of a fancy to bother picking them up...

Damn, the fact that people managed to crank one out before the internet is a godsdamned miracle, you just had lots of imagination and maybe a bunch of sticky pictures, if you where lucky...

Wait a second...

Pictures!

You quickly fetch the faux book crammed with polaroids, returning to the couch with trembling hands.

Opening the thick paperback, the first thing that hits you is the smell: not of paper or ink, but of musky, salty and dry semen, still strong enough to make you wince.

Mmh... Smells like her...

The treasure trove of pictures inside makes your stiff member even stiffer, and after rummaging through the sticky contents, you fish a photo that shows Joanne posing naked in front of a mirror, with a redhead girl kneeling, worshipping her obscene meatpole.

As you get to work on your own shaft, you catch yourself focusing on her swollen member more than anything else...

At last, reminiscing the feeling of being stretched to the absolute limit by that humongous tool, you blast the floor with jizz.

So it finally happened, uh?

And it only took an eighteen inch monster to make me realize it...

You take a deep breath, as the lustful craving you tried to jerk away still lingers in your mind, and you look at the ceiling, pensitive;

Fuck it, I'm going.

I don't care if she splits me in half again...

I need to be close to her.

You gather your thoughts and climb the stairs, as silently as you can;

As you're standing in front of her bedroom door, you exhale a trembling breath, and gingerly knock.

"...Come on in, honey." Her voice beckons, not even sleepy.

You open the door, and are welcomed by the sight of Joanne, wearing a delicate white lace nightgown that barely covers her curves, sitting up on the wide bed.

"I... I can't sleep..."

Her smile widens, and she pats beside her "Neither can I..."

You timidly join her under the patchwork duvet,

"Took you long enough to make up your mind, boy..." She murmurs, pulling you closer. "You can't pry yourself from me, can you?"

"I can't think of anything else..." You admit.

"Say it, honey. Make it real."

"I just- I want to be your boy... Mommy."

With a gentle smile, she caresses your cheek, "Is that so?" Her hand run along your side, groping your butt; "I expect a lot from my boys, but you know that already..."

"Use me, **** me, make me worship you... I don't care."

Her sweet expression turns into a malicious one; "Be careful of what you say, boy. I'm not one to let promises go unkept..." Joanne climbs on top of you, her semi-hard tool rubbing against your thigh;

"Swear to me that you'll be an obedient boy, and that you'll never, ever abandon Mommy."

Shit...

This will be hard to explain to the girls...

"I... I swear, Mommy."

Her smile widens, and she bends down, stamping her lips on yours in an inebriating kiss.

"Now turn around and close your eyes honey. It's really late, and tomorrow you'll be grateful for a good night of sleep."

Doing as told you roll on the side, and as she spoons your body her abnormal appendage manages to slip under your shirt, nestled between the groove of your spine and her soft belly like a slumbering snake, the base pushing against your sore buttcrack.

As she holds you tight, her leg crosses over yours, immobilizing you entirely, "Good night, honey."

Your head and neck are coddled between the plush cushions and her soft breasts, her warm breath ruffling your hair.

Feeling the monster at your back rub against your bare skin, thumping faintly in time with her heartbeat... it fills you with a mixture of peace of mind and restless trepidation.

After a while you have no idea whether she's already asleep or not, but the rubbing grows progressively more driven, and she pulls you even closer, breathing harder.

If she's sleeping, I'm not sure I want to know what she's dreaming about right now.

If she's awake... let's hope this is just a goodnight rub and not the start of round two...

Nothing comes out of it however, and soon, much to your surprise the rhythmic movement begins to lull you into a dreamless rest.

.

.

.

When you groggily regain consciousness, the meaty presence rubbing your back is gone, along with it's owner.

For a moment you expect this whole experience to have been nothing more than a fever dream, but opening your eyes casts that thought aside:

You're laying in Joanne's bed, and the gentle tap of rain on the curtained windows is the only sound in the room.

You stretch and get up, lazily making your way downstairs, rubbing your eyes.

The rattle of cutlery in the kitchen yanks you in that direction, and there you find Joanne, wearing nothing more than an apron one or two sizes smaller than her frame, exposing from behind her plump backside and swinging meatpole.

As you enter the room she turns on her heels, beaming a warm smile, "Well good morning, sleepy head!"

"'Morning..." you mumble.

"You hungry, sweetie?"

"Mhm..." You say, oogling at her constrained tits overflowing from the white overall.

She gestures to the already set table, flinging you a knowing smirk, "Or maybe you're just very, VERY thirsty?" She suggest, punctuating the statement by groping her boob.

Oh boy...

This is gonna be one looong day.

"I-I..." You stammer, as she rubs her flaccid bulge on your shoulder;

"Perhaps your're in the mood for some sausage?" She purrs.

"I... I'll do whatever you want me to, Mommy."

She lets out a heartfelt laugh, ruffling your already messy hair, "Let's start with the actual food then. And after that, we'll see..."

She presents a plate of saucy pancakes with a side of blueberries and a tall glass of fresh milk in front of you.

Joanne then sits down to consume her own, rubbing her hand on the inside of your thigh.

The milk's taste is... unusual, but strangely familiar, too; It's almost salty, and thicker than expected...

"You'll have to call your sister and tell her that you're moving here; but that can wait at least until lunch, yes?"

"Of course..."

"She can come too, you know? It will be nice to have another girl to chat with..." Her hand suddenly closes around your manhood, "as long as she'll play nice and let Mommy get her fill in peace, of course."

No way, she'd skin me alive If I ever proposed something like that...

"I don't... Sarah's not exactly reasonable in these matters..."

"Shame. She will still be welcome to come visit anytime, though. Just tell her to call an hour or two in advance..." She starts to jack you off through the fabric of your underwear, shooting you a longing gaze.

You wolf down the remaining food, and clumsily escape her loving grip.

"Should I get a shower now, or..."

Her expression turns to a playful smirk, rubbing her own encubrance peaking under the white apron, "Oh, I think we both know the answer to that."

Right...

"If I recall correctly, you told me that I could use and **** you at my leisure, right boy?"

That I did...

At the time it seemed like the only thing that mattered...

I have to stop doing that.

"Yes, I still don't quite-"

"Hush now. You gave me your word, boy." She says, switching to a more commanding tone, gripping both your wrists and pulling your hands over her monster.

"I've been quite patient up until now, sweetie... And I'd rather have you pleasure me on your own volition rather than take charge myself."

That makes two of us...

The thought of **** on her cock again gives me goosebumps.

"Already?! O-ok... Just give me a minute to-"

She tugs you forward, making you stumble on your knees, "We don't have a minute, dear. You either take it in your mouth right now, or I'll shove it down your throat myself." She threatens with a creepily polite smile.

After all, this is what I signed up for, right?

You obey her request, taking your lips to the angry red head of her mansplitter while grasping firmly the swollen shaft; **** by the strong musk of it, that fills you with the same craving lust from yesterday.

Soon you're slobbering and sucking avidly on her meatpole, almost incapable of slowing down or even pace yourself.

More...

I want more...

I want to please Mommy...

"Just like that... you love my big cock, right boy? Why should you ever go back to those sluts when Mommy has a tool like this?" She muses, pulling you to take more of her meatpole down your throat.

While you are still sore from yesterday, you make no complaits as she takes control and forces your head up and down her shaft with little regard for your capacity to stay conscious through this ordeal.

At this point, even you don't care too much about the aftermath of this violent blowjob, accepting your role as nothing more than a pleasure hole for this goddess.

The act of being used this roughly actually turns you on like a switch, and so you start to jerk yourself, moaning between a choked gasp and another.

"That won't do, boy..." Joanne slaps away your hand with her foot, closing her toes around your pecker in a tight grip, "You're not allowed to touch yourself ever again."

She lets you take a brief respite after the exchange, which you gladly take, breathing heavily while begging her with your eyes only to release her grip on your manhood.

"Aww... don't look me like that, honey. I like you better like this, hornier than a herd of deers." She mocks a pout, shoving her bulky cockhead back down your throat.

Uff...

In other words you want me **** for your touch...

As if that's not the case already.

Like it happened before, after a while her beastly cock slowly becomes the sole focus of your existance, punching and scraping its way down your windpipe at an ever increasing speed, her elongated fingers firmly interlocked behind your head as Joanne relentlessly humps your face, until her smooth balls begin to slap on your chin.

She pants satisfied, leaving her throbbing beast lodged deep in your throat for what feels like an eternity and a half, and as your eyes become watery and your vision blurs, she puts one foot on your shoulder and pushes you away, as her monster, suddenly ejected from your airway, leaves a noticeable feeling of emptiness behind it.

"Well done boy! I've never seen someone adjust so quickly to my size." She says casually, undoing the string keeping the apron tight to her body and folding it on the chair's backrest.

As you lay supine on the floor catching your breath, she comes back into focus, planting her feet on either side of you, cock standing fiercely parallel to the ground, wobbling and leaking drops of thick semen on your chest.

"That was a nice warm up... But I'm saving my load for that sweet ass of yours. Stand up honey, and bend over the table."

You call that a warm up?

Fuck...

"-Uff- Yes, Mommy..." You groan, standing on unsteady legs.

She impatiently plants her hand on your back, pushing you down on the wooden surface;

"No need for fingers this time, right sweety?" She says, grinding her girth on your buttcrack in anticipation.

"W-whatever you say..."

"That's my boy..." She murmurs, spreading your buttcheeks open and pressing her tip on your asshole, "I won't hold back this time, sweetie..." she puts some pressure behind her meatpole, slowly gaining entry, "So, like you suggested, scream "homework" if you feel I'm going too hard. Of course, that means you'll not have permission to cum today, either..." With a sudden flex of her hips she shoves the head inside as you clench your teeth.

Why do you **** me like this Mo-... Miss Joanne?

Have I not been good enough up until now?

She doesn't waste any time in pleasantries, thrusting her third leg painfully deep as soon as the first few inches are in.

The fact that your insides offer so little resistance to the invader makes you finally realize just how much she stretched you already...

Every stab and shove hurts. Not nearly as much as yesterday, sure... but still enough so that you manage to barely **** yours whelping cries anyway.

She grabs your wrists and pulls your arms towards her, forcing you to slightly arch backwards as your whole body is rocked by her powerful thrusts; cutlery and plates rattling loudly, playing a dissonant tune in time with the wild rhythm of her humps.

Her moans and pants mix with yours in a crescendo, a synphony of unbridled lust that reaches it's apex when she shoves the entirety of her gargantuan cock in you with loving fury, shooting a stream of hot semen that bloats your belly almost instantly, filling your stomach to the brim and bubbling up your throat.

The second load comes out with such pressure that it pushes the gallon of jizz inside you all the way up to your mouth and nose as you now frantically gag and spit the sticky substance out of your airways while Joanne emits pleasured grunt.

Somehow you manage to avoid drowing in spunk, and lay there, coughing your lungs out as Joanne slides her spent erection out of your ravaged hole, letting the inhuman amount of semen trapped in your insides leak on the floor.

"Are you still alive, boy?" Joanne asks, unfazed.

"I -coff- think so..." You wheeze.

"Good. I'd hate to start the whole nice teacher act again before getting at least a few good fucks out of you..." She gently slaps your butt, "If you can walk, I'd suggest getting cleaned up before I'm hard again, sweety." She snarls, walking to the fridge to grab a glass bottle and avidly drinking it's contents.

A pained, mirthless laugh escapes your lips, and the budding idea lingering in your mind since yesterday finally takes roots:

This is what I'm supposed to be.

A warm fleshtoy for my mistress, nothing more.

And I'm okay with that.

After all this,

After her...

I can't possibly go back to the others...

I'm home.

Ending soundtrack: Tame Impala - Borderline

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=MXkZ-eeGs6A