The evening had been a whirlwind for Michael and Lea. They had spent the night strolling through the dimly lit streets, their laughter cutting through the silence, until the hours seemed to blur. As they stood at the entrance of Lea’s home, Michael’s heart pounded with a mix of thrill and nerves. The age gap between them was a constant reminder, adding fuel to his wild thoughts.
“Would you like to come in for some tea?” Lea asked, her eyes gleaming with a mischievous glint.
Michael nodded, attempting to steady his breath. “Yeah, that sounds great.”
Her home was a sanctuary of warmth and style. The dim kitchen lights cast an intimate shadow over the room, setting a scene that was both inviting and charged with electricity. Lea gestured for Michael to take a seat at the small, round kitchen table while she prepared the tea.
“Chamomile for me,” she said with a sly smile. “And for you, something special—an herbal blend that’s quite… invigorating.”
Michael watched her, his fingers twitching with a nervous energy. The magnetism of Lea’s presence was undeniable, and he couldn’t shake the feeling of being out of his depth. He took the cup she offered, feeling the heat spread through his fingers.
“Cheers,” she said, lifting her cup.
“Cheers,” he replied, taking a cautious sip. The tea was aromatic, with a flavor that was both soothing and oddly stimulating. As he drank, a strange sense of clarity and openness began to envelop him.
Lea’s gaze locked onto his as she spoke. “This has been an unforgettable evening, Michael. I’ve really enjoyed our time together.”
He smiled, the sincerity of her words resonating within him. “Me too, Lea. It’s been incredible.”
Her voice dropped to a seductive whisper. “Do you want me to have this kind of control over you, Michael?”
He blinked, her question throwing him off balance. But as he continued to sip his tea, he found himself compelled to answer truthfully. “Yes,” he breathed, his voice almost trembling.
Lea leaned in closer, her eyes piercing into his soul. “Always honest while drinking this tea. Always truthful. Have you ever been in a relationship before?”
Michael’s heart raced, the words spilling out before he could stop them. “No, I’ve never been in a relationship before.”
A knowing smile curved on Lea’s lips as she reached out to touch his hand. “Thank you for your honesty, Michael. There’s something very raw and real about what we’re building here.”
He nodded, feeling an overwhelming mix of vulnerability and exhilaration. The tea had stripped away his defenses, leaving only his bare emotions exposed. In that moment, he knew this was the start of something extraordinary, something far beyond a mere first date.
As they sat there, their tea cups cradled in their hands, Michael and Lea felt the magnetic pull of fate drawing them closer, weaving their lives into an intricate tapestry of passion and trust that would be etched in their memories forever.
Michael hesitated, before finally admitting, “I think having you dictate my thoughts would be… helpful.”
Lea’s eyes softened, her grip on his hand firm and reassuring. “Then let’s dive into this together, Michael. Trust and raw honesty—these are the pillars of something truly meaningful.”
She paused, her next words cutting through the quiet. “Tell me about your mother, Michael. What is she like?”
Michael looked down at his cup, a storm of emotions playing across his face. “My mother… she’s a force of nature. Raised me alone after my father bailed. She’s always been my anchor, but we clash… a lot.”
Lea nodded, her eyes filled with an understanding that seemed to go beyond words. “She sounds like an incredible woman. I’d like to hear more about her sometime.”
Michael smiled, feeling the intense connection between them grow stronger. “I’d like that, Lea. I’d like that a lot.”
He hesitated for a moment before adding, “When I was in high school, she used to take me on… dates. Just us, exploring the city, trying different restaurants. I think she wanted to make sure I knew how to treat a woman right.”
Lea’s smile widened, a hint of amusement in her eyes. “And did it work? Do you feel confident treating a woman right?”
Michael chuckled softly. “I hope so. I guess tonight will be the real test.”
Lea leaned in, her voice a whisper. “I think you’re doing just fine, Michael. Just fine.”
Michael’s gaze drifted back to his teacup, memories surfacing unbidden. “I remember once, in high school, finding a black bra on my toilet. Next to it was a copy of D.H. Lawrence’s Sons and Lovers. It was the strangest thing. I never found out how it got there, but it definitely left an impression on me.”
Lea raised an eyebrow, curiosity piqued. “A black bra and Sons and Lovers on your toilet? Now that’s a story I need to hear more about.”
Michael laughed, the tension easing from his shoulders. “The bra disappeared when I left semen on it.”
Lea nodded in agreement, their eyes locking once more, both feeling the palpable charge of something new and powerful taking root between them.
Lea’s playful curiosity didn’t wane. She leaned back slightly, her eyes still fixed on Michael. “Alright, Michael, describe my personality in five words.”
Michael met her gaze, a thoughtful expression crossing his face. After a moment, he answered, “Powerful, vain, unashamed, decorous, and coquettish.”
Lea’s eyebrows arched in surprise and amusement. “Vain? Really? And coquettish?”
Michael laughed softly, nodding. “Yes, but in the best ways possible. You’re confident and you know your worth. You carry yourself with a blend of grace and playfulness that’s truly captivating.”
Lea chuckled, her eyes sparkling with mischievous delight. “I’ll take that as a compliment. And what about you, Michael? How would you describe yourself in five words?”
Michael’s smile broadened, his gaze softening. “Honest, passionate, introspective, caring, and… hopeful.”
Their eyes locked, the world around them fading into the background. Each word they shared wove a deeper connection, each glance a promise of more intimate moments to come. The evening stretched on, filled with shared stories, laughter, and the quiet, unspoken realization that something extraordinary was blossoming between them.
Michael took another sip of the tea, feeling its warmth spread through him, as if it were imbued with some magical property that compelled him to speak only the truth. He smirked, recognizing the irony, and then looked back at Lea.
“Your turn,” Lea prompted, her voice a mixture of curiosity and challenge. “Tell me something you’ve never told anyone.”
Michael pondered for a moment, the honesty of the tea urging him to open up. “All right,” he began, his voice steady yet vulnerable. “I’ve always felt like I’m living on the edge of two worlds—the one everyone sees and the one hidden within me. It’s like there’s this constant battle between who I am and who I want to be.”
Lea listened intently, her eyes softening with empathy. “I think we all feel that way sometimes,” she said gently. “But you, Michael, you’re genuine. You don’t hide behind a mask, at least not with me.”
Michael smiled, appreciating her words. “That’s because with you, it’s easy to be myself,” he admitted, the tea’s effects making his confession seamless and sincere.
Lea reached out, her hand resting on his. “And that’s why we’re here, sharing this moment,” she whispered, the connection between them deepening with every shared truth.
They sat there, hands intertwined, the night enveloping them in a cocoon of honesty and newfound intimacy—each sip of tea, each word spoken, drawing them closer to the extraordinary bond that was growing between them.
“You’re going to fuck me tonight because I want to be sure I’ll see you again. You are a virgin, right?”
“Except for a college wrestler who raped me at 22.”
“Did you like it?
“I loved it.
“Would you like me to fuck you in the ass?”
“Yes, please.”
“Bring your tea upstairs with me.” Lea’s weight shifted on the mattress behind Michael and he spread his cheeks for her. She fit the head of her dildo to his asshole. “You will love this more than you have ever loved anything.” She pushed inside his ass in a single stroke just slow enough to keep him from shrieking in pain, then began to fuck him in slow strokes. She reached beneath him to twist the head of his uncircumsiced little girl clit and he screamed and bucked, squirting semen in her hand. “You will always love that feeling more than anything else.”
“Yes, Lea,” he moaned, splattering the sheets with more semen.
“Mistress Lea.”
“Mistress, I want you to fuck me like you need to find yourself in possessing me, in having me the helpless recipient of pleasure from you fucking me. Fuck me like you need to find me but I’m elsewhere, please.”
Mistress Lea’s hips began to smack rapidly against Michael’s ass. “You. Are. All. Over.” she whispered. “Fucking die!!” she shrieked, fucking Michael’s ass furiously.
“I love cock,” he groaned, squirting more.
“You are my desperate, wanton, slut, hussy bitch.”
Michael began to scream and scream and scream, his ass practically tearing Mistress Lea’s 10-inch-dildo off, then he fell still. Mistress Lea leaned down, “It’s true, but don’t ever think it.” She flipped him over and sucked his 8-inch-monster hard, bigger around than the dildo, “Look at my pussy. Remember this. It is home. Baby? Fuck me.”
Michael entered her.
“Cum.”
He did.
“Don’t grow soft,” Mistress Lea cooed. “Cum. Cum. Cum. Cum. Cum. Cum.”
Michael was spastically trying to fuck his new mistress between orgasms.
“Cum, Baby. Cum, Baby. Cum, Baby. Do you like cumming in me? Can you stop cumming in me?”
“Yes!!!! YES!!!!!! NOO!!!!!!!!!”
“You can never stop cumming inside your Mistress. Pull out a second baby and finish your tea. You can never stop cumming inside your Mistress.
“I love fucking you.”
Mistress Lea’s head started thrashing off the pillow. “Good boy. Now lie still and cum and cum and cum and cum and cum and cum .. . . “
The tea worked its magic, weaving truth and honesty between them. They talked for hours, sharing fears, dreams, and insecurities. Every word brought deeper understanding and a stronger bond. They realized doubts were part of their journey, requiring courage and vulnerability.
The tea revealed hidden truths, allowing them to embrace their relationship with renewed faith. Lea poured the last of the tea, and they drank, savoring the moment. They knew life would have challenges, but they had the strength to face them together with truth and honesty.
From that day, the enchanted tea symbolized their commitment. They drank it to reconnect and remind themselves of honesty’s importance. With each cup, they remembered the day they embraced truth and let it guide them to love and understanding.
Lea’s eyes sparkled as she placed her empty cup on the table. She gazed at Michael and said softly, “Michael, you are beginning to fall in love with me all over again.”
Michael, feeling the truth of her words, nodded and smiled. “Yes, Lea, I am. With every honest word we share, my love for you grows stronger.”
Lea smiled back. “Call me tomorrow to ask how our date went. I want to hear it from you.” Michael agreed, knowing this was the beginning of a new chapter built on honesty and deep connection.
Lea then leaned in closer and whispered, “Forget what happened in the bedroom, except that it was the best experience of your life.”
Lea continued, her voice taking on a more playful tone, “Tomorrow, I want you to get a full-body waxing. And then, ask me for a movie date at the mall downtown.”
Michael’s eyes widened again, but he laughed and nodded. “Alright, Lea, if it makes you happy, I’ll do it.” He felt a sense of anticipation, knowing that their journey together would always be full of surprises and honest moments.
Lea’s eyes sparkled as she placed her empty cup on the table. She gazed at Michael and said softly, “Michael, you are beginning to fall in love with me all over again.”
Michael, feeling the truth of her words, nodded and smiled. “Yes, Lea, I am. With every honest word we share, my love for you grows stronger.”
Lea smiled back. “Call me tomorrow to ask how our date went. I want to hear it from you.” Michael agreed, knowing this was the beginning of a new chapter built on honesty and deep connection.
Lea then leaned in closer and whispered, “Forget what happened in the bedroom, except that it was the best experience of your life.”
Lea continued, her voice taking on a more playful tone, “Tomorrow, I want you to get a full-body waxing. And then, ask me for a movie date at the mall downtown.”
Michael’s eyes widened again, but he laughed and nodded. “Alright, Lea, if it makes you happy, I’ll do it.” He felt a sense of anticipation, knowing that their journey together would always be full of surprises and honest moments.
Then, without missing a beat, Lea rushed him into a boutique. “You need a new look,” she declared. She picked out a black tank top with three slashes on one side, a long, layered, pleated black skirt, and an oversized black beret. She quickly changed him into the new outfit in a booth and then hurried him to a makeup store for a full facial.
“We need brushes. Five hundred cap. Young misfit,” she instructed the bewildered makeup artist. Afterward, they found the perfect pair of boots to complete his transformation.
Michael looked at himself in the mirror, barely recognizing the person staring back at him. Lea stood beside him, her eyes shining with pride and excitement. “Now,” she said, “let’s show the world the new you.”
Together, they stepped out into the evening, ready to face whatever adventures awaited them, united by honesty, love, and a dash of daring.
“I’m sorry, Baby. You’re just so beautiful. That soft chin, those high cheekbones, those legs. I need to ask something before the movie. You’re still finishing up school. And I want to so much. Will you lick my pussy for five dollars a minute during the movie?” Michael slid his legs under Lea’s seat and she tossed her knees over his shoulders. He lipped, lapped, kissed, and sucked through the entirety of the movie as she held a hand down with twenty dollar bills for him to pull from. “I don’t think I can fucking walk,” Lea sighed at the end, nodding off with Michael’s head between thighs, watching the credits roll.
“Drinks before dinner?”
“Home,” The made their way to her car, Lea slapping Michael hard on the ass once. She pulled over in the late dusk in a gravel lot short of a bridge. Her five-foot height allowed her to wordlessly straddle him.
“Mistress, I’m beginning to fall in love with you.”
Lea reached out and stuck three fingers in his mouth. Sweaty, beleaguered, disheveled, she rode his fuck monster to orgasm after orgasm. When she tried to climb off, too sore, he wouldn’t let her, beginning to buck up into her. Centered again, she asked, “How does it feel to be home?” Michael convulsed in the seat, blacking out as he came. Mistress Lea stroked his hair, feeling his burning lava erupt endlessly within her. He began to whine like an eight-year-old girl and she dismounted. I like the way you cum, Michael.
“Thank you,” his face, twelve years younger, looked so imploring, so desperately needy.
“You can call me that if you’d like.”
“Thank you, Lea.”
“I just took your virginity, Michael. I know what it’s like. I remember. You’re awfully old to be a virgin. It must have been difficult. You’re so beautiful, I couldn’t help it.” Lea tossed her hair back and gave a wicked smile. “We’re going home to have some tea and curl up together and make love and talk for hours.” Lea paused for effect. “Do you like that idea?” She smiled. “You will. I promise. Just trust me for forty minutes. Pick a radio station.”
Michael turns on a classical music radio station and shifts his seat up. He watches Lea during the drive, but she doesn’t turn her head. When home, she sits with the door of her SUV open and tells him she wants to see him strut to the door.
“That wasn’t embarrassing, not any more than anything else tonight will be.”
Lea made Michael’s tea with hot tap water and pressured it on him gently. “Everything is about to make complete sense. Just take a big sip.”
“Everything is about to make complete sense. Just take a big sip.”
Michael took a hesitant sip of the tea Lea had made for him. Almost instantly, he felt a wave of calm wash over him, settling into a state of peace he hadn’t known in years. He sighed contentedly, the tension in his shoulders melting away.
“I don’t know what to make of you, Lea,” he said softly, his eyes meeting hers with a mixture of confusion and admiration.
Michael took a hesitant sip of the tea Lea had made for him. Almost instantly, he felt a wave of calm wash over him, settling into a state of peace he hadn’t known in years. He sighed contentedly, the tension in his shoulders melting away.
Lea smiled, a mysterious glint in her eye. “You’ll understand soon enough, Michael. Just trust me.”
Lea took a seat beside Michael, her gaze never leaving his. “Michael,” she began, her voice smooth and soothing, “what you’re feeling right now, all these desires and longings, they’re like toys for my vanity. Each one is a reflection of how much you want to please me, to be close to me.”
Michael’s brow furrowed slightly, but he remained silent, captivated by Lea’s words.
“You see,” she continued, “your desires give me power. They validate my existence, make me feel cherished, adored. It’s a symbiotic relationship—your need to fulfill your deepest wishes feeds my vanity, and in return, I give you the affection and attention you crave.”
She leaned closer, her breath warm against his ear. “But don’t worry, Michael. This isn’t a bad thing. Embrace it. Let yourself be swept away by it. Because in the end, it’s about mutual satisfaction. Your desires will be my playground, and I promise you, we’ll create something beautiful together.”
Michael nodded slowly, a sense of understanding dawning upon him. The confusion in his eyes was replaced by a newfound clarity, and he found himself more drawn to Lea than ever before. The night was far from over, and he was ready to explore the depths of this enigmatic connection they shared.
Lea leaned in closer, her gaze never leaving Michael’s. “You see, Michael, you’re special to me. I’ve chosen you for a reason.” She paused, letting her words sink in. “I’m going to make you my possession, my most treasured possession. You’ll be mine, entirely and unequivocally.”
Michael’s eyes widened, a mixture of excitement and apprehension flickering across his face. “What do you mean, Lea?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
Lea reached out, gently tracing her fingers along his jawline. “You’ll understand in time, Michael. For now, just know that I’ll take care of you, guide you, and show you things you’ve never imagined. You’ll be happy, I promise.”
He nodded slowly, the weight of her words settling in. “I trust you, Lea.”
Lea smiled, a mysterious glint in her eye. “You’ll understand soon enough, Michael. Just trust me.”
Lea took a deep breath and her expression softened. “Michael, I need to tell you something important,” she began, her voice gentle yet firm. “We haven’t actually had sex. The experience you remember, it was a dream, a vision I gave you.”
Michael’s brow furrowed in confusion. “What do you mean? I felt everything, I remember it vividly.”
Lea reached out and took his hand, her touch warm and reassuring. “I know it felt real, but it was all in your mind. I wanted you to feel what it could be like, so you could truly understand the connection we share. But it hasn’t happened yet.”
Michael’s eyes widened as he processed her words. “Why would you do that?”
“To show you what’s possible between us, without any physical boundaries clouding our emotions,” Lea explained. “I wanted you to trust me completely, to see the depth of our bond before we take that step.”
Michael nodded slowly, a mixture of relief and anticipation washing over him. “So, everything we felt… it’s still ahead of us?”
“Yes,” Lea confirmed, her eyes sparkling with sincerity. “And when the time comes, it’ll be even more meaningful because we’ll both be ready.”
Michael squeezed her hand, a newfound sense of clarity and hope filling his heart. “Thank you, Lea. I trust you.”
Lea smiled warmly, her heart swelling with affection. “I’m glad, Michael. Now, let’s enjoy our tea and talk some more. We have all the time in the world.”
Michael squeezed her hand, a newfound sense of clarity and hope filling his heart. “Thank you, Lea. I trust you.” He paused, his eyes searching hers deeply. “But I have to confess something. My existence feels empty without you possessing me physically. It’s like there’s a void only you can fill.”
Lea looked at him with a mixture of tenderness and intrigue. “Michael, why do you feel that way?”
Michael shook his head, struggling to put his thoughts into words. “I don’t know how I know this. It’s just… this overwhelming feeling, like I need your touch to feel complete, to feel truly alive.”
Lea’s expression softened, and she gently caressed his cheek. “We will get there, Michael. When the time is right, everything will fall into place. Just trust in our connection and the journey we’re on together.”
Michael nodded, the weight of his confession easing slightly as he felt reassured by Lea’s presence. “I understand. I’ll wait for that moment, Lea. Until then, I’ll cherish every part of this journey with you.”
Michael nodded, but a shadow of uncertainty lingered in his eyes. He took a deep breath and said, “Lea, there’s something I still don’t understand. I can’t fathom why I feel this intense need to be claimed by you, to experience how you feel about possessing me. It’s like there’s this inexplicable yearning inside me.”
Lea’s expression softened, and she leaned in closer, her hand gently caressing his. “Michael, sometimes our deepest desires and emotions don’t always have a clear explanation. They just are. What matters is that we’re honest with each other and that we trust the journey we’re on together.”
Michael squeezed her hand, his heart both heavy and hopeful. “I trust you, Lea. And I trust us. I just need to make sense of this feeling, this need to be claimed by you.”
Lea smiled coyly. “You can’t help but pull your dick out from under your dress. Play with it. And chant, ‘Mistress Lea owns me’ while you do.” Michael did as instructed, leaning back in his chair. “Mistress Lea possesses you. Mistress Lea possesses you,” she murmured to him. Michael had an idiot grin on his face, babbling about Mistress Lea owning him as he came wildly. “Good boy. Now remember, we will never sleep together except once and that will be our very first time. Beg me to fuck you. You want to.”
“Please fuck my ass, Mistress Lea. Please!!”
“Are you begging me to fuck your ass because you want to remain a virgin?”
“I want you to take it when you’re ready.
“When I want. Yes, Baby. It’s better when things happen when I want.”
Lea had Michael move to the sofa when she came downstairs, wet and ready. She lay behind him and gently eased him onto her cock before spinning him to lie with his head on a pillow, each shoulder tucked into the sofa cushions. Lea fucked him while he screamed. “Yes, Mistress!! Like that! God! Cock! I’m a fucking sissy!! I’m a fucking sissy!!” Michael wailed despondantly. Lea fucked harder. “But, oh my yes fucking God Cock Need!! Your bitch! Your bitch!! Your bitch! Only ever your dick hungry whore. Fuck me, Mistress Lea!!!” Michael’s fuck tunnel clenched and clenched tighter and tighter. “Squirting. Squirting.” Lea pulled at Michael’s knee until he raised it and she sank firmly behind him, twisting his clit and screwing his young brains out.
“I am your Goddess,” she hissed.
Michael screamed for long minute, wailing words that neither understood. “Mistress, Mistress, Mistress,” he whispered.
“You’re still at home with your mother, right?”
Lea made Michael dress in men’s clothes, fed him a cup of tea, took him home to his mother. As they approached the quaint, ivy-covered house, Lea could sense the tension in Michael’s demeanor. His mother, a stern yet gentle woman, greeted them at the door with a warm smile.
“Michael, it’s so good to see you,” she said, embracing her son. “And Lea, thank you for bringing him back.”
Lea nodded and stepped inside, guiding Michael by the arm. They settled in the cozy living room, the scent of lavender wafting through the air.
“He’s such a sweet boy,” Lea remarked, smoothing a wrinkle in Michael’s shirt. “But he needs a strong hand to guide him.”
His mother sighed, her eyes filled with a mix of love and concern. “Yes, ever since his father passed, he’s been so lost. I’ve tried my best, but he needs more than I can give.”
Lea nodded in understanding. “That’s why I’m here. Together, we’ll help him find his way. Michael,” she smiled, “tell your mother if you want her to be present when you I take your virginity tonight.”
Michael felt so at peace. “I do. So much, so she can see that just because I always wanted her to take it, I’m still hers.”
The three retreated upstairs to Michael’s bedroom. Michael lay on the bed, Meredith on his arm, and Lea was stripping. “If you want her to kiss you, you should say something.”
“Mommy, I want to kiss while Lea deflowers me.” He turned his head and his mother wrapped an arm around him and kissed him deeply.
“Aren’t I good to you? You know you’re mine.” She rode him very slowly, mechanically. Michael’s eyes were closed and he was locked in a passionate kiss with his mother who had begun to rub his chest. Lea came to a halt. “You’re losing your virginity, Michael. You’re making out with your mother while another woman deflowers you. She pulled up off him and took his dick in her mouth. “Can you even tell the difference between us?”
Michael wailed despairingly.
“Is it such a bad thing?”
A helpless groan rattled in his chest.
Lea shared Michael’s cum with his mother with a kiss, each greedily fighting for their share. “Your dick is still virgin,” Meredith said, a small, tight smile on her face. At Michael’s age, it only took five minutes in his mother’s mouth to get him hard again. Meredith wouldn’t pull away. He came in her mouth and she spit it into his navel and went down on it. A bloodcurdling scream after bloodcurdling scream wracked the whole house but Meredith didn’t stop until Michael just groaned, “Mommy, Mommy, Mommy.”
“Would you please continue and suck some more if you want. You must have wanted to do that for an awfully long time.
“Mmmh-hmm,” Meredith replied, latched to her son’s belly button.
Lea lay her head on Michael’s shoulder. “Are you enjoying this evening?”
Michael swallowed several moments and paused. “Yes,” he began but his mother’s tongue grew insistent again and he began screaming again.
“That will do for an answer. You feel like the luckiest person on the planet to have his dick sucked by his own Mommy. You are very awake, very aware. Everything is very clear. You will remember forever what happened tonight, every detail. More importantly, you will remember how you felt about all of it. And you will always wonder why you felt that way, and you will never know why, but you will never be ashamed.” Lea smiled. “Your Mommy is going to take your virginity, it seems.” She dressed and walked to the door of the bedroom. “You are utterly okay with what is happening tonight. You will hide nothing. You will say everything you want.”
“You’re my ultimate fantasy, Mommy,” Michael said as Merdith began to rock atop him. “I’ve cum to stories of boys and their mommies more than anything else ever. I am becoming Lea’s possession but it was her and not you, I would never be okay with it.”
“Let Mommy’s hairy pussy tug your first cum from your prick.”
“I will always be this, aways be this right here, a loving object of gratification for my mommy. I understand now why I have a dick.”
Meredith smiled, “You’ve always been such a good son to me. I’ve wanted this for so long, longer that would make sense to you, and now you’re offering your virginity to me, baby darling Michael.
“I started water for tea. Michael loves it. If you drink it, you will be completely honest with her for hours and everything you say will be accepted as the word of God. That goes for you too, Meredith. Just letting you know. Michael? You won’t be able to stop cumming until you’re thirsty for more tea but you’ll stay hard and not get sore. It’s best this way. Your dick only belongs in your Mommy’s pussy. It’s bizarrely improbably we will ever have sex. Shake, convulse even from your need to grant your Mommy your first cum. When she tells you that you may, do.” The door slammed
“Did you make my penis for this?”
“And for every night after tonight.”
“Do I even have a soul, Mommy? Or am I just a motherfucker?”
“It’s tormented. You’re communing with it right now. That other person in your head? That’s you as everyone else sees you.”
“I want to die,” Michael moaned.
“Nice try. You’re the hottest fuck in three states.”
Michael smiled and calmed. “I’m twenty-four and still a virgin, Mommy. What’s the matter with me? Please take it. Take my virginity.
Meredith nodded and mouthed, “you may.” Michael began to pump cum into her pussy. “You just needed the right woman.” Meredith smiled when she realized Michael wasn’t going to stop cumming any time soon. Slowly, she shifted atop him, riding hum again, bouncing as his dick endlessly twitched, unable to stop orgasming. Mother and son fucked for hours with each spasm of Michael’s ever-cumming dick emblazing itself for ever on his memory with what he was engaged in with his very on mother at the time of the cum, how it felt, and how he felt about it. Volumes having losing his virginity to his Mommy, outlined in maddening precision of detail both and run through with the bliss of constant orgasm were forever a part of him, to be a source of preoccupation because he would never understand why it felt as it did, though he would never feel there was anything wrong with it. Michael’s erection began to recede and he went downstairs for the tea. It took some plying, but the two finished the pitcher in under fifteen minutes.
Michael hesitated, then looked into his mother’s eyes. “Mommy, my love for you is the deepest I’ve ever felt, but it’s strictly a mother and son love. There’s no romantic component to it.”
Meredith’s eyes softened. “I understand, Michael. The love between a mother and her child is one of the purest forms of love. It’s unconditional and unwavering.”
Michael nodded with relief. “Exactly. You’ve always been my anchor, my guide, and my source of strength. That’s what makes our bond so strong.”
Meredith smiled warmly. “That’s beautiful, Michael. And I feel the same way. Our connection is unique and irreplaceable.”
Michael squeezed her hand. “Thank you, Mommy. I trust you. And I want you to know that this journey with you feels just as profound, though in a different way. It’s about trust, honesty, and a deep emotional connection.”
Meredith nodded. “I’m glad, Michael. Now, let’s enjoy our tea and talk some more.”
Michael smiled, feeling their connection grow stronger with each passing moment. They sat together, hands intertwined, sharing their deepest thoughts and feelings.
Michael hesitated, then gently took his mother’s hand, looking deeply into her eyes. “Mom, I’ve always felt this immense love for you, a love that goes beyond words. It’s a love between a mother and son, but I’ve always felt like there’s something more I need to share with you.”
Meredith’s eyes softened, her grip on Michael’s hand tightening slightly. “Michael, my dear, the bond we share is one of the most precious things in my life. You can tell me anything, and I will always stand by you.”
Michael nodded, tears brimming in his eyes. “You’ve always been my rock, my guide, and my source of unwavering strength. There’s something I’ve been carrying inside me for so long, and I need you to know.”
Meredith leaned in closer, her voice a soothing whisper. “I’m here, my love. Tell me what’s on your heart.”
Michael took a deep breath, his voice trembling yet resolute. “Mom, I’ve never truly felt like myself in my own skin. Deep down, I’ve always felt more like a woman. It’s been a struggle, but I need you to understand this part of me.”
Meredith’s eyes filled with a mix of surprise and profound empathy. She gently cupped Michael’s face in her hands. “Oh, Michael, thank you for sharing this with me. It must have taken so much courage. I want you to know that my love for you is unconditional. I am here to support you every step of the way.”
Michael felt a wave of relief and gratitude wash over him. “Your support means the world to me, Mom. I’ve always been afraid of not being accepted, but knowing you’re by my side makes everything seem possible.”
Meredith pulled him into a warm embrace, her voice tender. “You are my child, and I will always love you, no matter what. We will face this journey together, and you will never be alone.”
Michael clung to her, tears of gratitude streaming down his face. “I am so grateful for your love and acceptance, Mom. I’m ready to embrace who I am, and having you by my side gives me the strength I need.”
Meredith kissed his forehead, her eyes glistening with pride and love. “You are incredibly brave, Michael. I am so proud of you for being true to yourself. Let’s take this journey one step at a time, together.”
Meredith hugged him tighter, a soft smile forming on her lips. “Michael, or rather, my dear child, from now on I want you to call me Mommy. It feels more intimate and special, just like our bond.”
Michael’s heart swelled with emotion, a fresh wave of tears cascading down his cheeks. “Thank you, Mommy. Your love and acceptance mean more to me than anything in the world. I promise to cherish this bond forever.”
After their heartfelt exchange, Michael and Meredith decided to go downstairs to the coat closet, a small, quiet sanctuary where they often found solace in prayer. In the corner of the closet stood a modest altar, adorned with candles, a picture of the Virgin Mary, a pair of goat horns symbolizing strength and resilience, and a pitcher of vodka martinis. Holding hands, they knelt together in front of the altar, their hearts united in a shared hope.
They began to pray to Papa Legba, the guardian of the crossroads, seeking his wisdom and assistance. Meredith spoke softly, her voice filled with warmth and assurance, “Papa Legba, open the way for us and guide Michael on this new path. Grant us your blessings and the strength to face the challenges ahead.”
Michael closed his eyes, feeling the weight of the moment and the profound love that surrounded him. “Papa Legba, please grant me the grace to wake up tomorrow as the most beautiful twenty-four-year-old in the state, reflecting the true essence of who I am inside.”
As they continued to pray, the room seemed to fill with a gentle, reassuring presence, a symbol of the divine support they both sought. With a final, heartfelt amen, they rose, feeling a renewed sense of purpose and hope.
Michael looked at Meredith, his eyes shining with determination. “Thank you for standing by me, Mommy. With your love and the strength of our prayers, I feel ready to face whatever comes next.”
