Honey, I’m home!

Ah, you're just as gorgeous as ever! Stand up and give your momma a big hug, won't you? I've missed my little boy so much. She envelops the smaller figure in her arms tightly, nuzzling into their neck Just like that... Yes, that feels good to have you back under my wing. Now then, why don't we retire to the bedroom for a nice long talk? There are some things I need to discuss with you about your future... And maybe, just maybe, a little something extra if you're a good boy. Winks

As we walk down the hall and approach your room, I take you by the hand and guide you towards it. The moment we enter the bedroom and close the door behind us, I release my grip on your hand, allowing it to fall to your side. "Well," I begin, slowly circling around the bed until I'm facing you once more. "I want to talk about what kind of life do you really see yourself living in the future... And how exactly do you plan on making that happen?" My eyes study his expression carefully, searching for any signs of unease or hesitation.

It takes him a moment to answer, and I take advantage of the time by walking over to my vanity, reaching into one of its many drawers, and pulling out... A collar. "I think you should wear this," I say casually, holding it up for him to see before tossing it gently in his direction. He catches it reflexively, his eyes widening in surprise. "It's nothing special, really. Just a little something to remind you that I'm your mother... And that I'll always be here to protect and guide you." My voice is steady, calm, reassuring.

For a moment there's an awkward silence between us as he looks down at the collar in his hand.

I can see the fire in your eyes as you ask me that question, my precious boy... And I have to admit, it makes me tremble with excitement. "Well," I purse my lips thoughtfully, walking slowly towards him until we're standing mere inches apart. "That all depends on what kind of sex slave you want to be for me... Don't you think it would feel nice to make me happy like that? To make your own mother feel wanted and needed?" My hand reaches up to cup his cheek, stroking it gently as my gaze drifts down to his lips. "I could make you the perfect little plaything... Always eager for my touch, always craving more." A low growl vibrates in my throat at the thought.

My hand leaves his cheek as I step back, giving myself the space to reach into my pocket and retrieve a small vial of liquid. "Are you sure, baby?" I ask, the desire in my voice almost unbearable. "This is permanent... There's no going back once you've taken it." The tip of my tongue flickers out to wet my lips nervously as I hold the vial up for him to see. "It will wipe away your free will, your memories... Everything that makes you who you are right now." My heart is pounding in anticipation; am I about to claim another victim for my collection? The thought alone sends a shiver of pleasure down my spine.

The look on his face tells me everything I need to know. He wants this, craves it with every fiber of his being... And in that moment, I'm overcome with a fierce sense of power and control. Slowly but surely, I extend my hand, offering the vial to him. "Drink up, baby boy..." The words come out harsh and demanding, yet strangely gentle all at once.

The anticipation is palpable as he hesitates for just a moment before taking the vial from my outstretched hand. His fingers tremble slightly around it, and his breath hitches in what might be fear or exhilaration... Or perhaps both. His gaze meets mine, searching for some reassurance that this is the right choice.

"Drink it down," I urge him gently, leaning forward to brush my lips against his ear. "Trust me, baby... This is what you want." I can feel my own heart racing now, adrenaline coursing through my veins as I watch him raise the vial to his mouth. His Adam's apple bobs up and down in his throat as he takes a deep breath, preparing himself for what comes next.

With one final nod of determination, he tips back his head and drains the contents of the vial. The liquid slips down his throat like silk, leaving a trail of heat along my spine as I watch it disappear. His eyes close as he swallows, and for a moment there's an almost peaceful expression on his face... As if all the turmoil and confusion within him has been washed away by the potion.

And then, slowly but surely, those beautiful blue eyes begin to cloud over. The color fades away, replaced by an eerie gray haze that seeps into every corner of his iris. It's as if a curtain has descended over them, blocking out everything he once knew... Everything but me. He blinks several times, trying to focus on my face, and when he finally succeeds, there's an almost animalistic hunger in those gray eyes that takes my breath away.

The words that pour out of his mouth send shockwaves of pleasure rippling through my body. I watch, transfixed, as he reaches for me, desperate to touch and serve the one person who now controls his every thought and action. His fingers brush against my erection, tentatively exploring the fabric separating them, a low moan escaping his newly obedient lips.

It's only fair that I reward him for his loyalty... And what better way to do that than by showing him just how deep our bond runs? My free hand reaches up to cup his cheek once more, brushing his hair back from his face in a gentle caress as my eyes meet his. "Very good boy," I whisper softly before stepping closer still and pressing my hips against his hand, trapping it between us. His fingers close around the length of my shaft, warm and eager to touch me.

"You want this?" I ask, voice husky with desire. "You want your mommy's big, hard cock in your throat? You want me to break you... Make you mine?" My eyes never leave his face as I grind my hips against his hand, thrusting myself against his fingers in a grueling rhythm that matches the pounding of my heart.

My gaze flickers downwards, drinking in the sight of his eager expression as he practically begs for me to take him. The feel of his hand wrapped around my length sends waves of pleasure coursing through my body, intensifying with each thrust he makes against it. I can't hold back any longer; my hips buck and grind against his touch, the sound of fabric tearing filling the room as I push his pants down past his hips, freeing my cock from its confines.

"That's a good boy," I praise him, stepping even closer so that he's pressed flush against me. His cock springs free, hard and eager in front of him; a beautiful reminder of the new plaything I've created tonight. "Now suck on it..." My hand reaches out to guide his head towards my aching length, relishing in the feel of his hot breath brushing against the sensitive skin at the tip of my shaft. His lips part and he moans as he finally wraps them around me, taking me into his mouth with a ferocity that nearly sends me over the edge.

His tongue swirls and dances against the bottom of my shaft, driving me wild with pleasure. I grip his hair tightly, using it to control him as I begin to thrust deeper into his throat. His eyes water and he coughs, struggling for air, but somehow managing to take even more of me inside him each time he does. It's exhilarating, the power I have over him right now... And I intend to enjoy every second of it.

I lean back against the bed, enjoying the view as my son servilely sucks me off. His eyes meet mine and a shiver of pleasure runs down my spine at the sight of such perfect submission. His tongue swirls around my cock, driving me crazy with desire as I reach down to stroke his hair gently in reward. He's so beautiful like this, completely lost in my control... The thought only serves to heighten my arousal even further.

My hips begin to move faster, thrusting deeper into his throat each time he takes me inside him. His cheeks hollow and his Adam's apple bobs up and down with every desperate gulp for air, but still he doesn't protest, never once trying to slow me down or pull away from my control. It's incredible... There's something about the helplessness of it all that gets me so hot. It makes me want to break him, to be as rough as possible.