Scraps 2: Untitled, Unfinished (Patreon)
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Blunder Busted
Gabriel waves his hard cock in his mother’s face, and she follows it with her open mouth and open eyes. She is seated on her knees before him, panting like a dog in heat as he strokes himself in her face, a lazy smile settled on his face. “You know, mother,” he says, “This sort of behavior is hardly appropriate.”
His mother, still gazing with longing at his dick, watches him in mixed shame and arousal. Her eyes remain fixed on his dick as she whines, “I’m sorry.” Hanging her head, but keeping her gaze on him, she murmurs, “You probably hate your stupid, slutty mother.”
Gabriel growls. “You are a slut.”
A hint of a smile appears on his mother’s lips as she purrs. “I am.” She licks her lips afterward and holds them parted again, ready for her son as she mewls. “I’m a dirty slut of a mother lusting after her son’s big, thick cock.”
Gabriel smacks her across the cheek with his cock, and she mewls passionately in response. As a mother, love for her son was her natural state. Even this unnatural love for her son and for his big, foot long cock was normal for her, and all because he built her to be that way.
Seated on her hands and knees, her ass at rest on her strong legs, her arms are folded in front of her, supporting her weight and wedging her heavy D-cup bosom together. Vivian wasn’t always so well endowed. Once, she had been thin and flat, but when Gabriel changed her, he made a point to gift her with curves to go with the lust he imparted on her. Then, he tamed her, and Vivian never went back.
No, Vivian rewards him for the kindness he did to her, and she dedicates herself to him and to his complete happiness. She uses her bountiful breasts to pleasure him however she can, and she takes pleasure in the process of it. She serves him, and she does so with a smile.
He holds his sizable cockhead to her lips, stopping just an inch away, pulsing and surging. Vivian hungers for him, for his pleasure, and for his essence. Puckering her wet lips, she crosses the remaining distance to kiss his crown, and she stares him in his dark eyes as she does. She sneers back at her, confident, perfect, and she feels complete.
“May your horny bitch-mother suck your big, hard—Mph!” Gabriel silences her with a mouth full of dick, and she falls in line, sucking him deep and with animal enthusiasm. His size is intimidating to say the least, and straining, Vivian mewls on him. Difficult though it may be to accommodate him, she is not at all daunted by her desk. Her dedication, in fact, is beyond reproach.
Gabriel holds his mother’s leash while she sucks him. He took to collaring her and leading her around the house after he branded her. The world knows what she is, and she does, too, but he still likes to display it, to make it obvious. Thanks to his magic, her submission to him isn’t a secret. It permeates her being. At the very core of her, at the fabric of her being, she isn’t just a wife or a mother, but she is Gabriel’s bitch. For a time, she took shame in that, but she feels no shame now. The world shows her understanding, and she came to understand that herself.
That is Gabriel’s power, his absolute rule. He took her, and now he owns her completely. She acknowledges this in both mind and body, and the world acknowledges it as well. It is in the way she smells, the way she walks, even in the way she speaks. It is written into every part of herself, insinuating itself even into the impossible pieces of her.
Slurping him, she gags on him shamefully. Using magic, Gabriel made her to serve him. He rebuilt her to fit his specifications and even still, she cannot accept him in his entirety. He is far too big, too great for her mouth to handle. Yet, she is not without hope. She will keep trying until she gets it right. Vivian lives for his pleasure and nothing else, and she is willing to die for it, too.
Gabriel grins. “Look at my bitch of a mother scrambling to get more of my cock in her mouth,” he says, reclining on the couch with his legs wide. He watches her struggle with half of him in her mouth—a feat in itself considering his size. Even more astounding is that she does it of her own volition, throating him without even a word from him. She simply wants to, and she moans around him to let him know it.
Programmed as she is, Vivian loves everything about Gabriel. She loves his taste, his size, and his rigidity. She even loves his smell, and when he reaches down to cup one of her breasts, she mewls around him, savoring his touch as much as she savors his cock. Part of that is experience on his part. Gabriel has had time to learn her body better than any other man ever could. The rest is affinity. He made his mother into the woman he wanted her to be, so when he teases her nipples, he can give her pleasure that is physically possible for only him to give.
Smirking, Gabriel says, “You may now use your hands, bitch.”
Scrambling to obey, Vivian seizes him with both hands and takes to stroking. Luckily for her, Gabriel has so much cock that even with half of him down her throat, he still has plenty of dick left to stroke. Holding him steady, she manages to choke down another inch before she stares up into his dark eyes with matching dark eyes of her own.
Gabriel groans in response. “Fuck, your throat feels so good,” he coos, and it fuels her. Bobbing her head on him, Vivian gags lewdly with each penetration of his shaft. Saliva runs down his length, and she catches it in her palms and uses it as lubricant. At this point, she needs his cum, has to taste it, to eat it, to savor it. That is her goal, her purpose in this moment and in this life. That is the way she lives.
He releases her breast to rest his hand on her head, but he doesn’t apply pressure. Vivian is fucking her own throat with his dick, so Gabriel only needs to pet her as if she is a good dog performing a trick. At this point, she may as well be. Gabriel trained her for his service, and she is performing admirably all things considered.
Patting her, Gabriel goes stiff. His legs stretch, his toes flex, and he groans out, “I am going to cum. Swallow it all, slut!”
Such words were unnecessary. Vivian knew his body well. Every twitch was telling. She felt him swelling, and she felt his tension, and she knew what was to come. So, she redoubled her efforts, struggling to take another inch down her throat and working her arms like pistons. She wanted his cum. She had to have it.
He pulsed, and he came gloriously straight down her throat. Vivian rode it out, allowing him to deposit his cum straight into her belly. Four thick wads slid down her throat before she pulled back and stroked him into her mouth. His volume was incredible and continuous. Her cheeks bulged, her mouth spilled some down her chin. It pooled in her heaving breasts.
When Gabriel finished sperm was splashed across her face. It ran down her neck and pooled in her cleavage. She sat on her knees before him, smacking her lips and looking up at him adoringly. Then she stroked his cock one last time, accepting one more pearl of cum onto her outstretched tongue.
“You missed some,” Gabriel said, and Vivian cast her head down shamefully. “It’s fine. You’re still a good little slut. You just need more training.”
She gave a hint of a smile. More training meant more time with his cock, something she could get behind. She stroked him a few more times before swirling her tongue around his crown to clean him. Then she lay him reverently on his thigh.
“You’re a beautiful slut, mother, blessed in every way.”
“I owe all of that to you,” she said, and she gazed at him adoringly. Her smile was radiant, if a bit sticky. Truly, she found her place in the world between his legs.
“You do, don’t you,” He said. He yanked her up by the leash, pulling her to standing. Her figure was fantastic, dramatic but well-proportioned. She had everything he wanted her to have and lacked in no obvious ways. He ran his hand along her sopping wet womanhood. “I made you my slut.”
“And I happily serve,” she purred.
“Good, now, father will be home soon, and it would only hurt him to see this.”
“I don’t mind,” she admitted freely. “I don’t care if we hurt him.”
“But I do,” Gabriel said. “So, get your ass into the shower and wash up so we can play as a normal family.”
Vivian pouted. “If you insist, master.”
“I do,” Gabriel said, running her out of the room. On her way out he smacked her ass, and she squealed and giggled back at him.
Vivian’s transformation hadn’t been immediate. Physically, it happened over the course of a week. Mentally, it was ongoing, a struggle she had every day. It happened almost immediately after Gabriel returned home. One night she had strange dreams, the next day she looked and felt younger and shapelier. After five days the transformation was complete.
On her birthday Gabriel came to her with a leash and collar. He put it around her neck and made her suck his cock. Though hesitant, she gave herself to him and the pleasure he promised. Sex with her husband paled even to the thought of servicing her youngest son. She couldn’t explain it but his charm was undeniable.
That was a month ago, and in that time Vivian learned four things. First, she learned that Gabriel’s commands were absolute. Whatever she might feel about them or even him, she would obey in time. Sometimes she tested the water, but she in the end she always submitted.
Second, she learned that the world around her had changed as well. Vivian looked different, and her behavior was different. Her loyalties were at first tested and then shifted entirely. She lived for her son’s amusement, and everyone knew that and understood it. No one begrudged her for it.
Third, she learned that Gabriel’s words had more than just the power to compel her. When he called her a slut it aroused her. When he called her a bitch it made her ache for him. When he touched her she savored the feel of his flesh. No matter how she struggled or argued, she knew his every condemnation was true: he owned her entirely, and she seemed to revel in it.
Lastly, and perhaps most importantly, when Gabriel revealed his cock to her the game was over. She dropped the mask of motherhood and became a shameless wanton. She sucked and fucked without reservation, and she wouldn’t return to normal until she was satisfied. Sometimes she worried that she would never be satisfied.
Aside from those four rules her life was very much the same. She still worked too much. She was still married. Gabriel, often times, treated her as a mother before a slut, but it always hung there in the air, suspended before them. He would turn on a dime, shifting seamlessly and guiltlessly from son to master.
The change was dramatic and, from a certain perspective, gradual. It started as soon as
her son came home after many long years away at college, and he brought with him strange magic that changed every thing.