O.Z. One-Shots - Shortcut through Orphantown

When it's nice outside, my son likes to dress me up and take me on long walks around town. We'll run errands, visit his friends, and just spend a few hours fucking in public... It's all about showing off his favorite (and only) mommy/fucktoy!

So yeah, that's what we were doing on a sunny Saturday a few months back. I really liked the outfit he picked... Part secretary, part valley girl, all sexy. We'd just gotten engaged, and so we ended up going all across town to tell his friends the good news. Every time we left one of their houses, I had a brand-new mouthful of congratulatory cum!

The last stop was his best friend Adam's place. After spit-roasting me for a while, they went to play Xbox while I had tea with Adam's mom. An hour passed, then two, and eventually my son decided that I should go home without him and start making dinner.

"I'm getting hungry already and I want something fancy, so get home quick," he told me.

"Fastest way is to cut through Orphantown," Adam piped up. "Just go down to the beach and follow it South, you can't miss it."

Now, normally that wouldn't be a problem... But what neither of us remembered was that I had left my OZID at home. In other words, once I was in Orphantown, I had no way of proving that I wasn't an Orphan.

In other other words... Open season!

Sure enough, the first non-Orphaned guy I ran into had me strip down in a dirty alleyway, ignoring my half-hearted protests: without my OZID, I had no right to tell him that I had a son/owner!

Once I was standing there in nothing but a thong, he started playing with my ass. He said it wasn't bad, but that he liked them much bigger... I thought that meant he was going to let me go, but no such luck.

Too small or not, he was pounding my booty faster than you can say "woopsiedoodle."

Now, that wasn't exactly the first time I was fucked by a stranger, since my son's not the jealous type... But it was stressful all the same. What would I tell my sweet fiance when he came home to find that dinner wasn't ready?

After cumming on my face and wiping himself off with my skirt, the man left me with a command: "Go get that butt upgraded, for fuck's sake. If I ever see you again, it'd better be... I dunno, at least twice as fat. Do it ASAP."

For most women, that would be an "oh shit" moment. But again, I wasn't phased: after all, my owner/fiance/son is the one in charge of my body, so he could undo anyone else's commands without a problem!

...But he didn't.

It took me so long to get home that I'd barely started making dinner when my son arrived. Then I made the mistake of bringing up the command while he was still annoyed with me.

"So according to him, I have to go to the clinic 'ASAP,' and--"

"I don't wanna hear it," my son snapped, pulling out his phone to order pizza. "Just go right now and quit nagging me, huh?"

So that was that... The next morning, I came home with massive butt implants.

The good news is that my love forgave me the moment he saw them. He was too busy groping, smacking, and fucking my butt to stay mad!

I would try to find that stranger and thank him, but then again, he was the one who started the fight in the first place... Besides, he might order me to get more work done (and my son might let him)... Buuut, that miiight not be so bad...

Hm. Clearly I have some serious thinking to do!