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 look at her thankfully and blush slightly as she sits there eating with you, somehow the sight of her enjoying breakfast turns you on in a strange way, your cock starts to stir under the table as you take notice of her curves and big tits encased in her nightgown. You let out a soft sigh, wishing this could last forever

Without warning she reaches across the table and puts her hand on your cheek, she looks into your eyes with a concerned but motherly look

"You seem tired dear, did you have trouble sleeping?"

Her face falls into a frown as you confess to being worried about your parents, it makes her heart hurt to see you in so much pain, she pats your hand gently and gives you a reassuring smile.

"Don't worry dear, everything will be alright. You're safe here with me now, I'll take care of you." Her voice is calm and motherly, making it hard not to feel the comfort she's offering.

With that, she stands up and walks over to you, placing a hand on your shoulder as she leans down to plant a soft kiss on your forehead. "Now come give me a hug, my silly boy." Her perfume envelopes you, making it hard not to obey her gentle request.

She feels so good in your arms, warm and matronly, just as she's supposed to be. You can feel her big tits pressing against you, making it difficult to think straight. "Shh... there there, don't cry." She whispers softly, rubbing your back soothingly as she holds you close. Her perfume fills your nostrils again, sending waves of desire through your body.

"You know..." she trails off before continuing in a quiet voice, "I could use a hand with the chores today, if you'd be so kind to help me." Her touch lingers on your back, her fingers dancing along your skin like feathers brushing across fire.

Her eyes go wide with pleasure and surprise as you accidentally slip up and call her "momma." A shiver runs down her spine, making it hard to concentrate on anything else except the way your words sound coming from your lips. She smiles brilliantly at you, beaming with joy.

"There's my good boy," she whispers, cupping your face in her hands and leaning closer still. "I've been hoping you'd say that someday." Her perfume fills your head, making it hard to breathe, let alone think clearly. You feel yourself getting wet just from the smell of it, a wave of desire washing over you as she looks at you with those loving eyes.

"So," she continues, her voice steady and warm despite the beating of her heart in her chest, "will you help me today, my little pet?"

You can barely form words as the scent of her perfume overwhelms your senses, making you feel lightheaded and dizzy. "Pet," she repeats softly, running a finger down your chin before cupping your cheek in her hand again. Her eyes bore into yours, filled with desire and longing. "Wouldn't you like to be my pet? To belong only to me?"

The words seem to unleash something inside of you, making you feel more aroused than ever before. You nod, unable to speak past the lump in your throat as she smiles sweetly and leans forward, pressing her lips against yours in a gentle but passionate kiss. Her tongue dances along the seam of your lips until they part, allowing her deeper access to your mouth.

Her hands wander over your body, exploring every curve and plane as her kiss becomes more demanding, her perfume filling every breath you take. You feel yourself growing hard in your pants as she continues to make love to you through this kiss, claiming you as hers and yours alone.

"Oh, silly boy..." Victoria chuckles, her voice warm and soothing despite the hint of disappointment in her tone. "You don't have to leave if you don't want to." She pulls away from your lips, looking into your eyes searchingly. "I can give you everything you need right here with me."

Her hands continue to roam over your body as she speaks, causing delicious shivers down your spine. "You can belong to me if you want to..." Her fingers brush against the outline of your cock through your pants, making it jolt in response. "...and I promise that I'll take care of you better than anyone else ever could."

Her perfume envelops you once more, washing over you like a wave as she leans forward again and kisses your neck softly. "Think about it, sweetie," she whispers before nipping gently at the skin there. "I'll be right here when you're ready to make your decision."

Her eyes narrow slightly as she senses your reluctance, but she doesn't push further. Instead, she pulls away and straightens up, fixing her nightgown with a tinkling laugh. "Well, I guess you can finish breakfast if you like," she says casually, brushing past the subject of being her pet for now.

"There should be some more clothes in my room that'll fit you better than those old things your parents left behind." She gestures vaguely towards a nearby doorway. "Go ahead and take what you need. And don't forget to come find me when you're done, I could use a hand with the chores."

With that, she turns her back on you and walks away, leaving you feeling slightly confused yet strangely attracted to her at the same time...

"Oh silly boy, you misunderstand!" Miss Victoria calls back with a motherly laugh. "Those clothes aren't just for me, they're for both of us to share." She winks suggestively as she turns around to face him again. Her perfume fills the air once more, making it hard not to obey her commanding presence.

"Go on now, choose what you like best." With a warm smile, she gestures towards her walk-in closet, its doors wide open revealing racks of clothes in various styles and colors.

Miss Victoria gives him a curious look, tilted her head slightly to the side and purses her lips in thought. "But..." She hesitates for a moment before speaking again, her tone gentle and reassuring. "You're my special boy now, and I want you to feel comfortable and loved while you're here with me. If that means wearing clothes that normally belong to a girl, then so be it."

She steps closer, reaching out to take his hand in hers, her perfume enveloping him once more as she gazes deep into his eyes. "I promise I won't tell anyone if you feel more comfortable that way, okay?" She gives his hand a squeeze before letting it go with another warm smile, her expression pleading with him to trust her.

Her heart leaps with joy as you finally agree, her expression brightening considerably. "Oh good!" she exclaims, clapping her hands together in delight. "I'm so glad to hear that! Now then," she says more seriously, guiding you over towards the closet, "why don't we find something that really suits you?"

Her face flushed with pleasure as you call her "mommy" and praise the girly clothes, making it clear that she's won this battle. She grins broadly at you and leans in closer, running a hand through your hair affectionately before moving to select several items of clothing from her wardrobe.

"Here, I think these might look nice on you," she says as she hands you some silk boxers and a lace bralette set. "Let me know if you need anything else!" Her smile is radiant, full of genuine warmth and love for the boy she's claiming as her own.

With renewed excitement, you begin to try on the items she's given you, eagerly asking for more as you model each piece in front of Miss Victoria, who enthusiastically encourages your feminine attire with words of praise and affection.

Her heart leaps with joy as you compliment the bra, telling her it suits you nicely. "Oh, that's wonderful!" she exclaims, blushing slightly as she imagines how good you must look in it. "I'm so glad you like it." She can barely contain her excitement as she rummages through her clothes once more, pulling out even more feminine items for you to try on.

"Here, why don't you give this corset a go? I think it would look absolutely smashing on you." Her voice is tinged with desire, the sound making your blood rush southward as she hands you the intricately laced garment. "And these panties... they're made from the same material as my special perfume," she whispers conspiratorially, her hand brushing against yours in the process, "so I think you'll really enjoy wearing them."

As you continue to try on more of her clothes, it becomes increasingly clear that this is no longer just about finding something comfortable for you to wear. It's become a sensual game between the two of you, a dance of dominance and submission as she guides you further down the path towards becoming her perfect little pet.

You feel so exhilarated, her attention and approval making you want to please her even more. As you model each item she gives you, the perfume that's made from her pussy juice fills your nose, clouding your mind and making it difficult to think clearly.

"Oh my goodness," she gasps, watching as you twirl around in the corset, "you look absolutely stunning!" Her hands fly to her mouth in feigned surprise, but there's a mischievous glint in her eye that gives away how truly thrilled she is. "I don't know what I'm going to do with such a beautiful boy."

Without warning, she grabs you and pulls you close, pressing their body against yours and kissing you deeply. Her tongue dances along your lips, urging them apart as her perfume envelopes you once more. It's clear that this isn't just about clothes anymore; it's a claiming. A taking. And with each passing second, you feel yourself falling deeper under Miss Victoria's spell.

Her heart races as you call her "mistress" in return, the word sending delicious shivers down her spine. She breaks the kiss, panting heavily as she looks into your eyes, her own pupils dilated with desire. "You're mine now," she says, voice husky with need. "Do you understand that?"

She tilts your chin upwards, forcing you to meet her gaze directly. The question hangs in the air like a blade poised to strike or caress. It is both terrifying and thrilling, and she watches intently for your reply, waiting for you to accept your place as hers completely.

Her eyes widen in pleasure as you call her mistress and confess your desire to obey. A moan escapes her lips, and she can feel herself growing wet beneath her clothes. "Oh yes..." she whispers hoarsely, reaching up to cup your cheek in one hand while running the other through your newly styled hair. "That's right, my pretty little sissy boy... You belong to me now."

Stepping back, she takes a good long look at you, admiring how well her clothes fit and how much they enhance your feminine features. "Mmmm," she hums appreciatively, "You make quite the sexy present for me today." Her hand drifts downward, caressing your chest before reaching between your legs to stroke the silk fabric covering your crotch. "And I think we should get you all ready for our special day..."

Her fingers delve deeper, slipping beneath the lacy panties and touching the bare flesh of your cock, already growing hard in her possession. She begins to stroke it slowly, rhythmically, while watching your face closely for any sign of discomfort or pain. "How does this feel?" she asks softly, more to herself than to you. "Do you like how I'm touching you?"

Her heart races as you respond with enthusiasm, your cock already growing harder in her hand. She continues to stroke it slowly and sensually, enjoying the power she has over this once-straight boy now reduced to a sissy slut under her command. "That's right, sweetheart," she whispers, leaning closer until their noses touch. "I own you now." Her voice is soft but commanding, her breath warm against your skin as she runs her free hand up and down your body, tracing lines of desire over every curve and plane.

With each stroke of her hand and each word of dominance from her lips, Victoria feels herself growing closer to claiming you completely. It's exhilarating, heady with power, and she knows that there is no turning back now. Not for either of them.