Yes but there's an unexpected guest at dinner.

You awaken late in the morning. You sit up and the room is still normal, you can smell stale cum from your nocturnal orgasm and you decide to get up and head to the small shower in the bathroom on the other side of the room. You shower and leave the gown in the bin before putting on another you retrieve from a small shelf. You step out of the bathroom and sit down to await the arrival of your mother to pick you up. Your thoughts are troubled as you wait. You think about Molly's obsession with you being gay and you feel defeated, worrying you'll never get her to see you as anything other than a friend now. You think about Edgar. You have to admit, his gym time is paying off. Maybe you should think about bulking up. Might even help you fight Chris you suppose, though that thought is immediately overtaken with fears of Morgan's wrath.

Thoughts such as these continue to plague you as you stare at the television in the room. You find your gaze drawn deeper into it until you are staring slack jawed forward. The pixels shift on the screen and a spiral begins to form from the images. You continue to stare as if nothing is happening. Words appear on the screen, 'sissy,' 'cute,' 'tiny,' 'pink,' 'panties,' the words continue to worm their way in as you stare at the whirling lights on the screen. Images begin to accompany the words. You see a large, impressive penis with the word 'cock' flashing underneath. The image changes to a tiny, pathetic nub with the word 'clitty' flashing in place of 'cock.' The images alternate and new messages begin to appear.

'Girls like real men with cocks.'

'Little sissy clitties can't please women.'

'Don't lie to yourself.'

'Don't lie to others, they need to know.'

'Weak and useless sissies must serve their betters.'

You continue to stare blankly at the screen, allowing the words and images to wash over you. You jump when your mother enters the room. She's wearing a floral sundress and white pumps, her luxurious main of black hair hangs uncharacteristically around her shoulders. You look back at the screen but all that appears is a boring commercial for a used car lot as the words and pictures faid from your mind. You don't have time to wonder what just happened as your mother quickly speaks.

"Afternoon sweetie! Ready to head home?" You don't understand what she's saying right away. You thought it was still morning, have you really been watching TV that long? You shake your head to clear your mind of the last of the monster dicks.

"Umm... Yes mommy." You say tentatively. Your mother holds out some clothes for you which you take. You move to go behind the privacy curtain as your mother gives you an appraising look. "You're so skinny. Have you thought about hitting the gym with Edgar?"

"Yeah." You admit honestly from behind the curtain as you strip the gown and begin putting on the clothes your mother brought. When you're finished you head back into the room and your mother gives you a warm hug, wrapping you once again in the intoxicating scent.

"Let's go home honey." She says, releasing you. She takes your hand and holds it like you're a toddler as she walks you down the hall to the administration desk. You see Maria typing on the computer at the desk. She looks up at you and smiles.

"Hey cutie! Leaving us so soon?!" You blush at her loudly calling you cutie in the crowded hallway but luckily no one seems to notice.

"Y-yeah." You stammer in reply.

"Aww that's too bad. At least I'll get to see this adorable little guy again soon. We have a follow up scheduled for next week?" She turns now to your mother.

"Yes." She says, answering for you. "Next Thursday, I believe?"

"Yep. Well you two are all set. Have a wonderful week now Quinn." She winks and waves at you as your mother pulls you along the hallway toward the exit to the hospital. You make small talk with your mother as she drives you home. When you arrive you both get out and head for the door. You follow her in and strangely you can already smell something delicious being prepared in the kitchen. You look questioningly at your mother but she merely smiles and leads you into the entryway. You hear dishes clinking as your mother disappears through the archway.

"Smells great babe." The word stops you dead in your tracks.

"Thanks darlin, I'm not much of a cook but I thought I'd try to do something nice for you." That voice. It's Chris. You walk slowly forward, coming around the corner to see the kitchen and dining area. Chris is busy cooking up some steaks on the stovetop. He looks over to you and smiles that evil smile he always does when he knows he's humiliating you. Your mother is embracing him tightly from behind, she gives him a kiss on the cheek as her hands move lewdly along his body. "Hey there little man. Glad to finally be out of that stuffy hospital?" You're completely unable to speak. He's here, in your house, like nothing could be any more normal. Your mother turns her head in your direction.

"Honey? Chris asked you a question." You snap out of it.

"W-what are you doing her-HERE?" Chris chuckles at your slip and returns his attention to the pan in front of him.

"Oh I just thought I'd take care of diner for your mom tonight little man. She was really worried about you." Your mother sighs and hugs him tighter, pressing her gargantuan bust into his back.

"Isn't he so wonderful Quinn? What must you say?" She looks at you expectantly with only a hint of sadism gleaming in her eyes. You look down at the floor, you can't look at him while she makes you do this. You just can't.

"T-Thank you Chris." You say quietly, not daring to upset your mother.

"For?" She says, flatly.

"For..?" You begin, unsure of what to say.

"For being such a thoughtful, caring, and attentive boyfriend for your mommy." Her voice is positively dripping with lust as she speaks, giving each word a lewd inflection. You look at her aghast but she stares you down with those dark blue eyes.

"Thank you Chris for... being such a thoughtful boyfriend to mommy." You say blushing furiously. You can't believe you're saying these words willingly but your mother has been so happy with you the last few days, you don't want to mess it up.

"Mmm good boy." Your mother says, filling you with warmth even as you continue to redden with embarrassment at being infantilized in front of Chris.

"Just about ready." He says.

"Why don't you set the table for us sweeties?" You busy yourself collecting plates and glassware from the cupboards. Once the table is set Chris brings the food over. You have to admit, it looks good, especially after eating hospital food for two days. You sit down across from your mother, Chris sits to her right. They chat about the food and your health as you do your best to tune everything out, digging into the food on your plate greedily.

"Slow down honey. You'll ****." Your mother says.

"Here let me help you little man." Before you can react Chris grabs your plate away and begins cutting your food into little bite sized pieces. Your mother sighs once more with an adoring look as she watches him baby you.

"So good with kids too!" She says happily and plants a kiss on his cheek. You sit quietly as the humiliation you feel makes you wish you could just disappear into the floor, never to be seen again.

WE'RE ALMOST THE SAME AGE! You think loudly to yourself. Chris hands the plate back to you and you take it. You push the food around a little, suddenly too disgusted with yourself, with everything to eat.

"What must you say sweetheart?" You mother reminds you of your manners with a stern look.

"Thank you Chris." You say quietly, blushing even further. He chuckles and your mother smiles approvingly.

"Good boy." The familiar warm feelings her praise brings you only disgusts you more. You finish your meal in sullen silence as your mother and Chris continue to chat happily. Finally when you are all finished, you ask to be excused.

"Sure honey. I'll take the dishes tonight." She looks at you with a serious look. "But I expect you up and at it tomorrow at the usual time. Dr. White gave you a clean bill of health, and Dr. Knight wants you to get back to your normal routine as quickly as possible. It's good for your recovery."

"Yes mommy." You say as Chris smirks from the seat next to your mother. You see his hand has moved to her thigh, taunting you. You leave the room and get half way up the stairs before you stop as you hear the sound of your mother jumping Chris right there in the kitchen. You hear the sloppy sounds of passionate kisses and plates clatter as they are shoved to one side of the table. You wait on the stairs and listen to the scene as you hear your mother's voice.

"Ugh, I thought he'd never go to bed. I need you baby, fuck me, right here on my kitchen table!" You hear the table legs squeak against the tile as your mother presumably climbs onto the table.

"Oh your poor son might hear you though. What will he think?"

"The little twerp will probably be turned on. Have I told you I caught him jerking his little dick with my panties?" You're mortified that she'd so casually share such things with him. He roars with laughter.

"Aww he loves his mommy, does he?" They both laugh and the sounds of clothes being discarded follow as Chris prepares to fuck your mother. "Can't blame him. I love his mommy too." You hear your mother moan with pleasure as he enters her. You're ashamed to feel your dick begin to harden as your mother continues to moan and wail while the smacking sound of Chris's thrusts begins slowly at first, but with increasing intensity.

"Ah yes! Fuck me! Use me! Oh god you're so fucking huge!" Your mother shouts lewd encouragement and you hear Chris pick up the tempo.

"You like getting fucked by your sissy son's bully, you slut?"

"Yes! I love it! Harder!" The sounds of the fucking are driving you wild with guilt-ridden, disgusting pleasure. You feel your hand move to stroke your dick through your pants. You can't resist. You hate that it's Chris but the sounds of your mother's pleasure are turning you on so much. You fish your dick out and begin stroking it rapidly as you listen to the banging and sighing of the table. Your mother lets out a startling scream. "Oh fuck! I'm cumming! Yes! Harder! Fuck! Fill me up!"

"Gonna pump you full till you fucking burst."

"Yes! Fill me up! Cum inside me! Give me a son I can be proud of!" Her last cruel words send you over the edge and you cum in your hand in unison with Chris as he roars and thrusts into your mother one final time. You hear dishes crash to the floor as you fall to your knees on the stairs, breathless. You hear your mother's voice again in the shameful afterglow. "Mmm baby so much." A lewd pops signals she slid a finger into her mouth and sucked some of the cum off it. "I can't get over how amazing you taste."

"That's the hypno tracks I gave you last week dear."

"Well thank you for turning me into a cum whore because I fucking love it. Mmm." More slurping sounds enter your ears and you almost cry as you hear the words your mother is saying. She's so far gone, she knows Chris is changing her but he's made her like it. You sit on the stairs and look at your cum covered hand. Once again the urge to clean your mess fills you. Your mouth waters and you begin to slowly bring your hand to your mouth as if in a daze. You're interrupted by the sounds of your mother and Chris cleaning up the kitchen before heading to the living room. You wipe your hand on your pants and head upstairs quickly lest they see you were listening the whole time. Your room provides no shelter from the noise as they fuck wildly into the night. The lewd sounds of your mother's moans fill your ears as you finally fall asleep, dreading the morning and your next appointment with Morgan.