Are we not men?

It takes everything in you to pull out. You wipe the drool from your mouth. "Thanks, bi...uhm mom. That was...something." She smiles, glowing.

"It sure was, my studly cuddly. Now let's have a nice dinner so you can turn in and get some rest." You put on your clothes and follow her back upstairs. She gives you a glass of scotch while you wait for her to make dinner. A real man's drink you think, ignoring the burn and trying to appreciate its peaty smokiness.

"Dinner's ready, dear." Your mom is wearing an apron, and nothing else, leaving you to wonder if this is another test, a tease, or if she's on the menu. She serves you a steak, rare. You cut into it voraciously enjoying the bloody taste of it. You are discovering new hungers every moment. She is acting more like your sissy wife now, slipping under the table and pulling out your cock. "It's good for digestion, darling. Don't worry, one more time won't be one too many, now that you have it under control...now that you're in control." You finish with a long sigh...and then you finish your steak.

You smile contentedly. This you could get used to. You know what you're fighting for. And so you refuse to fail. You take a long hot shower and ignore the cravings calling you to stroke your cock, or explore your ass. You are stronger than your cravings...at least tonight.

You shift and struggle to fall asleep, but it eventually comes...