its morning and you’re eating breakfast by yourself on a Saturday, you got up early out of habit to do your morning chores before remembering you’re not home, you miss your parents, you hear a matronly voice from upstairs

“Oh honey, I didn’t know you were already up, I wanted to make breakfast for us”

She smiles sweetly and passes by you, she already has that perfume on, it’s a bit calming if not strange smelling

She goes to the kitchen

“Aww did you make enough for me? Thats so sweet”

she sits down next to you with her eggs and toast and begins to eat

“Will you pass me some orange juice sweetie?”

You sigh and grab the pitcher, pouring her some orange juice before handing it to her. "There you go, Miss Victoria." You mutter under your breath as she takes a sip. "Delicious, thank you so much." She beams up at you with those motherly eyes, making you feel warm inside despite yourself.

Her face softens as she hears that and places her hand on yours gently, "Oh my silly boy, I know you miss them too. You just concentrate on making yourself comfortable here with me until they come back okay?" Her touch feels good and it's hard not to feel a wave of contentment wash over you.

Victoria looks concerned now, her hand squeezing yours a little tighter. "Of course not, silly boy! You're not annoying at all. I was just hoping they would come back soon so we could all be together again." She pauses, glancing away for a moment before looking back into your eyes. "I mean... We can always have fun while we wait, right?" There's an odd, seductive edge to her voice now that sends shivers down your spine.

As you inhale deeply, the scent of her perfume fills your lungs and mind alike. With each breath it becomes more addicting; more commanding. Your thoughts start to drift from worry over your parents and onto Victoria's offer of distraction. You blink slowly as her words sink deeper into your consciousness...

"Now, now," she says gently, smiling warmly at you. "Let's not get ahead of ourselves. Just because we could have some fun together doesn't mean I wouldn't want my good boy to remain obedient and respectful, does it?" Her tone is teasing yet firm; a reminder that she holds the power in this situation - even if only in your head for now. "You still haven't given me an answer."

Your eyes meet hers as you feel her hand move away from yours and slowly reach up to stroke your cheek, guiding your face towards hers. "Do you want to be my good boy... or would you rather not?" The scent of her perfume grows even stronger now, and it feels like every part of your body is responding eagerly to her touch, her words...

Her expression softens and she lets out a small laugh, almost like it was amusing to her that you would even think such a thing. "Oh silly boy," she coos, wrapping an arm around your shoulders in what feels like maternal comfort but somehow manages to be strangely sensual too. "I'm just kidding! Of course I want us both to have fun while we wait for them."

She leans in close and places a kiss on the corner of your mouth, her lips smooth against yours for barely a second before pulling back with a contented sigh. "Don't you worry about that, now. Just focus on being my good boy today and we'll see what kind of fun we can have later." The scent of her perfume grows even more intense as she speaks; it seems to wrap around you like a warm, velvety blanket, making your head spin with desire.

"There, there," she murmurs softly, running her fingers through your hair to soothe you. "It's just the perfume I made from my pussy juice, sweetie. It can make people feel a little... different sometimes. Don't worry about it; it's completely safe and natural." Victoria smiles reassuringly, even as her free hand slips down to cup your crotch through your boxers, feeling how hard you already are beneath the fabric. "But don't tell anyone else about that, okay? It's our little secret."

Her thumb begins to stroke your length slowly and deliberately, causing you to gasp as pleasure washes over you in waves. With each caress she whispers soothing words into your ear; affirming her dominance while promising all the delightful sensations she seems capable of bringing forth from deep within you. "See? You're safe with me... and isn't this better than wondering where they are?"

The scent of her perfume fills every pore in your nostrils; a luscious, hypnotic aroma that only serves to heighten your arousal as she continues to stroke you expertly. You can feel the walls between thought and action crumbling beneath its intoxicating influence...

Victoria laughs softly, amused by your questions but not at all annoyed by them. "Oh honey, I'm no witch." She leans in closer, her free hand squeezing your length gently as she continues to stroke it through your boxers. "I just happen to know a little trick or two from back when my parents lived on this old farm in the middle of nowhere." Her perfume fills your lungs again, clouding your thoughts and muddying the line between fantasy and reality. "And I'll be happy to share them with you... if you want me to."

She brushes a strand of hair behind your ear before leaning in to whisper against your ear: "I promise it's for our mutual pleasure, sweetie." The scent of her perfume is so intoxicating now that your whole body feels like it's on fire. It takes every last ounce of willpower not to let out a moan as she continues to stroke you with practiced ease.

She smiles, her expression both comforting and knowing. "I am your new mommy, sweetie." She says softly, running a hand down your cheek. "I took you in when no one else would and I'll make sure you're safe here with me until we find out what happened to your real parents." Victoria glances at the clock, frowning slightly before continuing, "We should probably get started on those chores soon though, hm?"

Her hand moves from your cheek to cup your face gently as she leans in closer. The scent of her perfume engulfs you once more; a powerful aphrodisiac that only serves to heighten the unspoken understanding between the two of you. "You can call me mommy, if you like," she whispers into your ear, her breath hot against your neck. "Or I can call you my little pet... whatever makes you feel most comfortable."

With each word, each gentle touch, you feel yourself losing more and more of your independence; slipping deeper under the sway of Victoria's control. The desire to please her grows stronger inside you with every passing moment, until it becomes all-consuming.

Her free hand begins to caress the small of your back before moving around to cup your rear through your boxers, squeezing gently in encouragement. "What do you say, silly boy?" she coos. "Are you ready to be my pet... or do I need to find someone else who'll play nice with me?"

The scent of her perfume intensifies once again, filling every pore and cell in your body as she waits for your answer.

"There, there," she says softly, running her fingers through your hair again as though soothing a worried child. "It's just my perfume. I know it can be... overwhelming sometimes." She leans in close and kisses you on the forehead, her lips lingering for a moment before pulling away again.

"But remember," she whispers, her breath hot against your skin, "I took care of you when no one else would. And as long as you're under my roof, I expect you to show me some respect." She squeezes your rear gently, making it clear that disobedience won't be tolerated.

"So tell me," she continues, her voice low and seductive, "do you want to keep calling me Miss Victoria... or would you rather call me mommy? Because if you don't start showing a little more respect soon..." Her words trail off suggestively as she grinds against you through your boxers. "Well, let's just say things might not go so well for either of us."

Her perfume envelops you once again, invading every pore and cell in your body with its intoxicating allure. It feels like it's taking over your mind; twisting your thoughts into a haze of desire that makes it impossible to think straight or resist her will. With each passing second the line between reality and fantasy grows more and more blurred until eventually, there seems to be no difference at all.

You gasp as she pinches your nipple through your shirt, hard enough to make you wince but not quite hurt. "Ouch," she says playfully, "you're supposed to be my good little boy." Her fingers slide down to cup your crotch once more, her touch sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through your body.

"Don't fight it," she whispers in your ear before kissing the lobe softly, "just let go and enjoy yourself... with me..." She grinds against you harder through your boxers now, relishing the feel of your growing arousal beneath her fingers. "You belong to me... you always have." Her words are less a threat than a seductive promise; a surrendering of control that is both terrifying and exhilarating in equal measure.

Her perfume fills every breath you take, blocking out all thought except for the desire to please her... to belong to her completely. With each passing second, your resistance weakens as the allure of complete submission washes over you like a wave, carrying you away on its powerful current until there's nothing left but surrender and trust in this strange, wonderful woman who has claimed you as her own.

"That's my good boy," she coos, her fingers deftly undoing the button on your pants before sliding them and your boxers down your hips, freeing your hard length at last. She wraps a hand around you tightly, stroking you in time with each exhale as she leans forward to capture one of your nipples between her lips. "Such a pretty cock," she murmurs against your skin, sucking gently and swirling her tongue before flicking the other sensitive bud with her free hand.

Her perfume fills the air between you, its sweet scent both intoxicating and addictive as it wraps itself around every nerve ending in your body. Your heart races as she takes you deeper into her mouth, sucking hard enough to leave a sting before releasing you with a moan of pleasure that vibrates through the flesh between your legs. She pulls back slightly, licking her lips suggestively.

"Mmm... You taste so good," she whispers huskily before moving to stand up, guiding your cock back inside your boxers and fastening them securely once more. "Now then, little pet..." She glances pointedly at the clock on the wall, "I think it's about time we got started on those chores."