Title: A Mother’s Love

Categories: Original

Characters: Jasper (OMC), Jessica (OFC)

Cameo(s): None

Tags: Dark, Incest, Shota, Femdom, MILF, Mature Woman, Futanari, AU, Femdom World, Choking, NonCon, Anal, Rimming, Queening, CBT, Foot Worship, Big Feet, Amazon, Spit, FutaDom, FutaDom World, Incest 

Alternate Titles: Mommy’s Toy, Jasper’s Birthday, Mommy’s Fuck Toy, Mommy’s Slut

Commissioned By: LoserA

Started: 10/10/2024

Finished: 11/10/2024

Public: 11/11/2024

The door to Jasper's bedroom creaked open in the early morning hours, casting a sliver of light across the room. He stirred in bed, the gentle snores escaping his lips, hinting at his deep slumber. The soft padding of footsteps grew louder until they halted beside him, and a familiar, yet menacingly gentle, voice called out his name.

"Jasper, wake up," Jessica whispered, a blend of excitement and authority.

Jasper's eyes fluttered open, taking a moment to adjust to the darkness. He squinted up at the towering figure that was his mother, her 6'8 frame casting a shadow over his small, trembling body. The silhouette of her large breasts and the bulge between her legs were unmistakable, even in the dim light.

"Mommy?" he mumbled, sleep clinging to his voice like a clingy lover.

"That's right, my little toy," Jessica said, her voice thick with lust. She set the bag she'd been carrying down on the nightstand. "You're old enough now to understand what being part of this family means."

With a flick of her wrist, she tossed him the pink shock collar. It landed with a soft thud on the bed, the 'mommy's toy' label glinting in the artificial light. Jasper's eyes widened with a mix of fear and curiosity.

"Put it on," Jessica ordered, her hand reaching out to stroke his cheek. "You're going to love it, I promise."

Jasper's trembling hands obeyed, fumbling with the unfamiliar device. Once the collar was secure around his neck, she clipped the leash onto it with a metallic click that seemed to echo through the room. The leather was cold against his skin, a stark contrast to the warmth of his mother's touch.

"Now, my little man," she said, her hand sliding down to caress his cock, already semi-hard from the thrill of fear and confusion, "you're going to learn how to serve."

Her grip tightened around his member, eliciting a gasp from Jasper.

"Mommy's going to show you what it means to be a good boy," she whispered, her eyes gleaming with a predatory glint. "You're going to be so good for me."

Her free hand reached into the bag, pulling out the shock-riding crop. She traced the tip along Jasper's stomach, sending a jolt of electric anticipation through his body. "You're going to be the best little slut in the family," she cooed her voice, a sweet caress that belied the dark intentions behind her words.

Jasper looked up at her, his eyes wide with a mix of fear and awe. He knew this moment had been coming; every boy in the futanari-ruled world was initiated by the women in his life. It was a rite of passage, a testament to his mother's love and his submission.

"But remember Jasper," Jessica said, her tone firm but reassuring as she stepped out of her robe, revealing her naked body to her son's wide-eyed gaze, "anything I say during our playtime is just that – play. It doesn't mean I love you any less, okay?"

The sight of his mother's form was nothing short of overwhelming. Her muscles rippled and bulged, a testament to the power the virus had granted her. Her EE cup breasts hung heavily, the nipples erect with excitement, and her 12-inch cock jutted out from a thick patch of red hair, the head already glistening with precum. Jasper's 3-inch member began to stir, straining against the fabric of his pyjamas.

Jessica chuckled, noticing the small bulge.

"Looks like my little man is eager to learn," she said, her voice a seductive purr. With little effort, she tore his pyjamas off his small frame, exposing his pale, trembling body to the cool air. The head of Jasper's cock poked out, red and hard with arousal.

Her eyes raked over him, taking in his every inch with a hunger that made Jasper's heart race.

"You're going to be so good for me," she murmured, her voice a warm caress that sent shivers down his spine. She stepped closer, the heat from her body enveloping him like a warm, suffocating blanket.

Jasper felt his mother's strong hand wrap around his neck, her grip just tight enough to make him gasp for air. She leaned down, her breath hot on his ear.

"You're going to do everything I say," she whispered, "and you're going to like it."

Her free finger stroked the length of his cock, her thumb playing with the sensitive spot just under the tip. Jasper's body responded instinctively, arching into her touch and making him whimper.

"Good boy," Jessica praised, her grip loosening slightly. "Now, it's time for your first lesson, pet, serving your mother's superior cock."

Jessica slapped Jasper's face with surprising force, the sound echoing through the silent room.

"Good boys are obedient little whores," she said, a wicked smile playing on her lips as she watched his small body jerk with the impact. His eyes watered, but instead of anger, Jasper felt a strange thrill at the harshness of her words.

The slap had sent a jolt of pain through his system, but it was quickly followed by a surge of arousal. His cock grew harder, standing at attention despite his fear. She slapped him again and again, each hit leaving a pink imprint on his cheek. Jasper's body grew accustomed to the rhythm, his breaths coming in short gasps as his erection grew, begging for attention.

With a cruel chuckle, Jessica noticed Jasper's response and increased the intensity of her slaps. Her hand was like a whip, cracking against his skin with a sharp sound that made him squirm.

"That's it, my little slut," she praised, "you're going to love serving your mother."

Jasper's world narrowed to the sensation of his mother's hand smacking against his face, the smell of her arousal filling the room, and the growing ache in his groin. He was lost in a haze of pain and pleasure, unable to discern the line between the two.

The final slap sent him reeling, his vision blurring as he felt himself slipping off the bed. He had no time to react before the floor rushed up to meet him, the impact jarring his body. Jasper lay there, panting, at his mother's feet, his cheeks stinging from her ministrations.

Jessica looked down at him, her cock throbbing with need.

"That's where you belong," she said, her voice filled with satisfaction. "At my feet, ready to do whatever I command."

Jasper nodded, his cheek pressing into the rough carpeted floor. With an audible click, Jessica attached a leash to his collar, and the sounds of his bed springs settling filled the room as his mother took a seat on his bed where he had once laid. 

The leash gave a sharp pull, forcing Jasper's head up. The pain in his neck was a stark reminder of his new reality. His eyes watered as he stared up at Jessica, her cock bobbing with the rhythm of her breathing. He could feel the electricity crackling in the air, a stark contrast to the leather of the collar around his neck.

With a sudden jerk, Jessica yanked the leash, pulling Jasper to his hands and knees. His eyes widened with pain as the shock collar bit into his skin, sending a jolting pulse through his body. His muscles spasmed, and he let out a muffled cry, his small hand flying to the collar in a futile attempt to alleviate the pain.

"Look at me," she demanded, her voice a low growl.

Jasper's gaze snapped up to meet hers, his eyes pleading. Jessica's eyes narrowed, and she gave the leash another hard tug.

"You're mine," she said, her tone a mix of ownership and affection. "And I expect you to behave like it."

With a flick of her wrist, Jessica brought her cock down to slap Jasper's face, the wet sound of flesh hitting flesh filling the room. Jasper's eyes rolled back in his head, and he let out a moan that was a mix of pain and pleasure. The head of her cock was thick and hot, leaving a sticky trail across his cheek.

"Good boy," Jessica murmured, stroking his hair. "Now, worship your mother's cock."

Jasper leaned forward, his trembling hands reaching out to cup Jessica's heavy balls. They were hot and soft, and he could feel the power in them, the promise of his mother's seed that could fill him up and change him forever. His tongue darted out, tentatively licking at the base of her shaft. The taste was new and foreign, a mix of salt and musk that made his mouth water.

Jessica's hand tightened in Jasper's hair, guiding his head closer to her cock. He felt the tip of her cock nudge his cheek, and he turned his face to the side, his eyes closing as he took a deep breath. He felt a sharp pain in his neck, and his body convulsed as the collar delivered another shock.

"Keep going," Jessica ordered, her voice filled with pleasure. "You're doing so well, my little slut."

Jasper's mouth opened, and he took the head of her cock into his mouth, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin. He felt her cock twitch and knew she liked it. He began to bob his head, taking more of her length with each pass. The taste grew stronger, more intoxicating, and he found himself eager to please her.

As Jasper sucked and licked, Jessica's hand on the back of his neck grew more insistent, pushing him down further until he felt the tip of her cock at the back of his throat. He gagged, the sensation unfamiliar and overwhelming, but she didn't relent. She began to thrust shallowly into his mouth, her hips rocking back and forth with each movement.

"That's it," she encouraged, her voice strained with desire. "Take it all for mommy."

Jasper felt the collar tighten around his neck, and before he could even gasp, Jessica shoved her cock deeper into his throat. The shock was intense, making his body convulse around her, and he could feel the muscles in his throat clenching tightly around her shaft.

"Look at me," she snarled, and Jasper's eyes snapped open, glistening with tears. Her face was a mask of pleasure and dominance, her green eyes boring into his soul.

He moaned around her cock, the sound vibrating along her length. Jessica's grip on his hair tightened, and she began to fuck his face in earnest, her hips moving faster and faster. Jasper's eyes rolled back in his head as she used his mouth, his body trembling with each thrust.

The collar continued to pulse with electricity, the pain and pleasure mixing until Jasper could no longer tell the difference. His own cock was rock hard, slapping against his stomach with every thrust of Jessica's hips.

"Worship me," she ordered, her voice strained with pleasure. "Worship your mother's cock, you worthless little slut."

Jasper's hands moved to her thighs, his small fingers digging into the muscular flesh. He felt her balls draw up tight, knew she was close, and the thought of pleasing her made his own cock throb. He sucked harder, his tongue flicking against her sensitive skin, and with a roar, Jessica's cock pulsed, filling his mouth with hot cum.

Jasper's throat spasmed around her, trying to swallow, trying to breathe. Jessica's hand relaxed in his hair, allowing him to pull back, a strand of saliva connecting his lips to her cock. He coughed, gasping for air, the taste of her filling his mouth.

"Good boy," she said, her voice filled with satisfaction. "Now, you can clean me up."

Jasper's eyes watered as he lapped up the remaining cum from her shaft, his tongue flicking over her still-sensitive head. The collar gave a final, gentle buzz, and Jasper's body went slack, the pain subsiding into a warm, fuzzy glow.

"You're going to be such a good little toy," Jessica said, her voice gentle again. "But we're not done yet."

Her hand reached down to cup Jasper's face, her thumb brushing away the tears that had escaped his eyes.

Jessica's hand shot out, her long fingers wrapping around Jasper's neck with surprising force. She hoisted him into the air, his feet dangling as he gasped for breath, his eyes bulging with fear. She swung him through the air and laid him across her lap in one fluid motion. His legs kicked wildly as the oxygen was abruptly cut off.

"Mommy's not done with you yet," she said, her voice a dark purr.

Her thighs clamped shut, capturing and crushing Jasper's small cock between them, holding him in place as she raised her hand high.

The first smack of Jessica's hand against Jasper's small, quivering ass was like a thunderclap, echoing through his body and making him yelp. Her hand was a freight train, each slap resonating through his bones and making his cheeks jiggle obscenely. The pain was intense, a sharp sting that grew into a warm, pulsing throb with every impact. All the while, she kept an iron grip on his neck, leaving it just slack enough for him to take short breaths that scratched his throat.

Jasper's cock was trapped in the vice of his mother's thighs, the pressure increasing with each smack until he thought it might snap. The sensation was exquisite, the pain from his throbbing cheeks melding with the ache in his cock to form a symphony of agony and arousal. He squirmed, trying to escape the crushing weight, but her grip was unyielding, her toned arms like steel bands holding him in place.

Jessica's hand fell in a steady rhythm, her palm a blur as it descended upon Jasper's tender flesh. Each blow was precise, aimed at the meatiest parts of his ass, leaving bright red handprints that stood out against his pale skin.

His cheeks felt like they were on fire, the heat from her palm searing his skin, as though she was trying to cook him, yet his cock remained trapped, the pressure unrelenting. Jasper's moans grew louder, his body writhing in a futile attempt to alleviate the painful pleasure that consumed him.

"Count," Jessica ordered, her voice tight with desire as she felt his tiny cock wriggling like a desperate, pathetic worm between her thighs. "Count each time mommy spanks you."

"One," Jasper managed to gasp out, his voice strangled by the pressure on his neck.

The second slap was even harder, the sound echoing through the room, a symphony of dominance and submission.

"Two," Jasper whimpered, his body jerking with the impact.

The pattern continued, each slap harder than the last until Jasper had lost count. The room swam around him, his vision blurring with each blow. His mother's hand was a blur of motion, and all he could focus on was the searing pain and the unbearable pressure on his cock.

Jessica's breathing grew ragged with the effort, her own arousal building with every smack. The musky scent of her desire filled the room, so potent that it had his small body trembling.

Her hand paused, the room eerily silent except for Jasper's gasps for breath. Then, without warning, she slammed her hand down again, the sound like a gunshot. Jasper's body convulsed, his back arching as he cried out.

The pain was a living, breathing entity, wrapping itself around him, consuming him from the inside out. Yet, the ache in his cock grew more insistent, begging for release.

Jessica's hand paused, her grip on Jasper's neck loosening just enough for him to suck in a deep, desperate breath. She leaned in close to his ear, her hot breath sending shivers down his spine.

"You're so pathetic," she murmured, her voice filled with a dark amusement. "Look at how your little dick is begging for me."

Jasper's cheeks flushed with a mix of embarrassment and arousal as he felt the collar tighten again. The pain was a living, breathing entity, a reminder of his submission to his mother's will.

"You know," she continued, her tone conversational as she picked up the electric riding crop, "I could crush your tiny cock with just my thumb and forefinger."

The crop hovered in the air for a moment before it whistled down, striking Jasper's back with a crack that sent sparks of agony through his body. He yelped, his body jolting with the impact.

"Or maybe," Jessica said, her voice dropping to a seductive purr, "I could choke you with my cock. Stuff it down your throat until you can't breathe. Fill your lungs with my splooge until your eyes bulge, your body goes limp, and my spunk pours out of your nose, eyes, and ears."

Her hand tightened around his neck, the pressure increasing until Jasper's eyes turned red and began to water, his hands reaching up to try and pry her fingers away. She chuckled, her grip never wavering. He was so weak.

"But that would be too easy," she mused, her free hand tracing the outline of his face. "Too quick."

Jessica leaned down, her breasts brushing against Jasper's back as she whispered her next threat.

"Or perhaps I could smother you with my superior ass," she said, her voice thick with desire. "I could sit on your face, crush your head under my weight until you can't scream until all you know is the sweet scent of my cunt and the feel of my ass cheeks pressing against your mouth. I wonder what would happen first. Will your head pop like a watermelon, or will you  suffocate under my soft cheeks?"

The crop swung again, this time catching Jasper's side, the electricity jolting through him. His body arched, his cock trapped between her thighs, the pressure unbearable.

"But that would deny me the pleasure of watching you squirm," Jessica said, her voice a sweet caress. "I want to see how much of a good little boy you can be for mommy."

With a flick of her wrist, she brought the crop down on Jasper's thighs, the electricity making his legs jerk. His moans grew louder, rising in pitch, and his body writhing in ecstasy.

"You like that?" she whispered, her voice a dark seduction. "You like it when mommy's in charge?"

Jasper could only nod, his eyes rolling back in his head. The pain was intense, but the pleasure was undeniable. The collar's shocks grew in frequency, the pleasure-pain cycle driving him wild.

"Good," Jessica murmured, her hand sliding down to cup his chin. "Because we're just getting started."

Jessica's hand paused in the air, the electric riding crop glistening with Jasper's sweat, the crackling energy a silent promise of the agony to come. The room was thick with the scent of fear and desire, a heady mix that made her cock throb with anticipation. Jasper's small, bruised body lay across her lap, his ass a canvas of red and purple.

"Now, let's see how much of a good boy you can be," she said, her voice a low growl of satisfaction. She raised the crop again, her bicep flexing with the effort.

The crop bit into Jasper's flesh, the electricity arcing through his body. He screamed, his eyes wide with terror and arousal. His cock was trapped, the pressure from his mother's thighs making it throb in time with his racing heart.

"Mommy's going to turn you into her little toilet," she whispered, her breath hot against his ear. "Wouldn't you like that, Jasper? To be used like a filthy little hole, to be filled with mommy's warm piss?"

The thought sent a shiver of fear and excitement down Jasper's spine. He'd heard of such things from his friends, the whispered stories of what their mothers did to them. The idea of being used so completely, so utterly degraded, was terrifying and yet... exhilarating.

The crop fell again, the electricity jolting through Jasper's body like a lightning bolt. His body convulsed, his legs kicking wildly as he struggled to escape the pain.

"Mommy's going to piss all over your face," Jessica said, her voice filled with malicious glee. "You'll choke on it, drown in it, and when you can't take any more, I'll fuck your mouth until you beg for mercy."

Her hand tightened on his neck, the collar giving off another pulse of pain. Jasper felt his vision swim, the edges of his consciousness fraying like a worn piece of fabric. The pressure on his cock bringing fresh tears to his eyes, the ache a constant reminder of his mother's power over him.

"You'll swallow every drop," she continued, her voice a dark purr. "You'll love the taste of your  humiliation."

Jasper's eyes rolled back in his head, his mouth opening in a silent scream. He could feel his mother's cock pulsing with excitement, the heat of it against his cheek, the smell of her sex invading his nostrils and burning his mind.

"And when I'm done," Jessica said, her voice a soft promise of more pain, "I'll make you lick me clean, like the good little slut you are."

The crop rained down upon Jasper's ass, each blow more intense than the last. His cries grew more desperate, his body a writhing mess of pleasure and pain.

"You're mine to play with, to use, to train."

The crop paused, and Jasper could feel his mother's cock against his face, the tip of it pressing into his cheek.

"Taste my tip, lick my cock," she ordered her voice a snarl.

Jasper's tongue darted out, tentatively licking the moist tip. The taste was overwhelming, a mix of salty and something bitter he couldn't place. He felt the collar vibrate again, another loving shock shooting through his neck.

With renewed vigour, Jasper began to lick and kiss Jessica's cock, his fear and pain heightening his pleasure even as strikes continued to rain from the electric riding crop. He won't be able to sit down for a month. At least.

Jessica's hand paused, taking a moment to admire Jasper's reddened, bruised ass. The boy's cheeks were a mottled mess of purple and red, each handprint and welt standing out starkly against the pale canvas of his skin. His tiny hole begged to be raped by her cock. She had made beautiful work of his cute little ass, and she was far from finished with him.

"Look at what a good job you're doing, Jasper," she said, her voice a mix of pride and malicious amusement. "You're taking mommy's punishment like a champ."

The crop hovered in the air for a moment before it swung down again, this time striking the bottom of Jasper's feet. The boy yelped, his body jerking as the electricity surged through his body, causing his toes to curl and his legs to spasm. He hadn't been expecting that. The pain shot up through his body like a lightning bolt.

"Now, suck my cock like a good little boy," Jessica ordered, her tone a mix of affection and authority. "And don't you dare spill a drop of mommy's precum. If you do, I'll call your auntie."

Jasper's eyes widened with a mix of fear and arousal as he took his mother's cock into his mouth once more, his teeth gently grazing the sensitive skin. Jessica's grip on his neck tightened, the collar sending a fresh wave of electricity through him, as she talked about his auntie joining in on the fun. The thought of being used by both of them at once sent a shiver down his spine.

"Mm, yes, that's it," Jessica moaned, her voice thick with pleasure. "Your Auntie Laura and I have been waiting for this moment for so long. She's got a real taste for breaking in little boys like you."

The crop hovered in the air, the electricity crackling with anticipation. Jasper could almost feel the weight of his aunt's foot pressing down on his back, her cock demanding entry as Jessica's had. His imagination painted a vivid picture of the two mature, powerful women standing over him, their cocks swollen with need, ready to claim him as their shared plaything.

"We'd take turns," Jessica whispered, her voice low and seductive. "We'd make you beg for mercy, scream for us to stop. But we wouldn't, not until you were nothing but a cum-soaked, whimpering mess beneath us."

The crop swung down again, catching Jasper across his upper thighs, the shock making his legs spasm and his body jerk. He whined around her cock, the pain a constant reminder of his mother's dominance.

"We'd beat the shit out of you," she continued, her voice a dark promise. "Until you couldn't tell the difference between pain and pleasure. Until your body was so broken, so bruised, that the only thing that could make you hard was the thought of more punishment."

The crop struck Jasper's calves, the electricity making his toes curl in agony. He moaned, his body trembling with the intensity of his mother's words.

"We'd kick you," she said, her voice growing harsher with each word, "until you couldn't stand. And when you thought you couldn't take anymore, we'd start all over again."

The crop moved up to his lower back, the sharp sting making Jasper's eyes water. The pain was unbearable, but the collar's pulses of pleasure kept him from passing out.

"And if you still didn't learn your lesson," Jessica's voice grew softer, more intimate, "we'd take you to the basement. That's where we keep our toys, Jasper."

The crop paused, the threat hanging in the air like a guillotine blade. Jasper knew what she meant by 'toys'. The stories of the basement were legendary, whispers of the extreme pleasures and pains that awaited those who disobeyed their amazonian mothers.

"We'd strap you down," she whispered, her breath hot against Jasper's ear, "and let our friends have their way with you. They'd use your tiny, useless body to satisfy their needs."

Jasper's cock throbbed against his mother's thigh, the pressure from the collar and the image of his aunt and her friends using him making him feel so small, so helpless.

"But don't worry," Jessica's tone lightened, the sweetness in her voice a stark contrast to her words, "we'd never let them really hurt you. You're our little slut, after all."

The crop swung down again, catching Jasper's shoulders, the electricity making him arch his back and cry out.

"We'd just...break you," she said, her voice a purr. "And when you're all used up, when you can't even scream anymore, we'd fill every hole with our seed, making sure you know who you truly belong to before we crush your tiny, little neck under our big feet."

Jasper's mind reeled with the images she painted, his cock pulsing with a mix of fear and desire. The thought of being so utterly dominated and used by these powerful women was both terrifying and incredibly arousing.

"But you'll be such a good boy," Jessica said, her grip on his neck loosening slightly, the crop resting against his back, "won't you?"

Jasper nodded frantically, his breath coming in short, pained gasps.

"Good," Jessica purred, "because I can't wait to see what kind of slut you'll become."

With that, she brought the crop down once more, the electricity coursing through Jasper's body like a river of fire. He felt his orgasm approaching, his cock pulsing and leaking pre-cum, desperately seeking relief.

Jessica leaned in closer, her breath hot on Jasper's neck.

"But not yet," she murmured, her voice a dark command. "You're not allowed to cum until I say so."

Jasper's body tensed, his muscles straining against the oncoming climax. The pressure in his cock grew until he thought he'd burst, but he held back, his eyes locked on his mother's.

"Good boy," she whispered, the crop's electricity growing stronger. "Now, let's see how much more you can take."

The room was alive with the sound of Jessica's heavy breathing and Jasper's whimpers, the smell of their combined arousal thick in the air. The crop continued to rain down upon him, painting his body with a map of pain and pleasure, pushing him closer and closer to the edge.

The whip cracked through the air with a sharp sound, Jasper's eyes widened in shock and pain as it bit into the soft, sensitive flesh of his feet. He yelped, his body jolting from the impact, his toes curling instinctively. The electricity surged through him, a searing, white-hot agony that seemed to have a mind of its own, dancing along his nerve endings and making his entire body spasm. Yet, even amidst the pain, Jasper could feel his mother's precum ooze into his mouth, the salty taste mixing with his own fearful drool.

He gagged slightly as the thick fluid filled his mouth, the thought of her using him so completely making his heart race. Jessica's eyes gleamed with excitement at his reaction, her own desire spiking as she watched the fear and arousal play out across her son's face. She leaned closer, her heavy breasts pressing against his back as she whispered her next command.

"Swallow it," she purred, her voice a seductive mix of love and cruelty. "Swallow it all, my sweet little slut."

Jasper obeyed, his throat working to choke down the sticky precum that coated his tongue. The collar around his neck tightened, sending another jolt of electricity through him. His body bucked, his eyes rolling back in his head, but he didn't dare disobey. He swallowed, the fluid sliding down his throat like a warm, salty river, filling him with a sense of complete and utter submission.

Jessica's grip on his neck grew tighter, her cock pulsing with the beginnings of her orgasm. She leaned back, her eyes never leaving Jasper's face as she brought the crop down again and again on his reddened feet. The pain was intense, the electricity making his muscles spasm and twitch uncontrollably. His body was a tapestry of agony, each blow from the crop sending a fresh wave of current through him.

"That's it," she murmured, her voice a dark purr of satisfaction. "You're doing so well, my love."

Jasper's eyes watered, the pain making it difficult to focus. Yet, with each strike, he could feel his cock growing harder, straining against his mother’s powerful thighs.

"Mommy's going to fill you up," Jessica whispered, her breath hot against his ear. 

The crop fell again, this time catching the sensitive arch of Jasper's foot. He let out a scream that was cut off by Jessica's cock pushing deeper into his mouth. Her precum flowed more freely now, and Jasper had to swallow quickly to keep up, the taste growing stronger with each pulse of her cock.

With a brutal yank on the leash, Jessica threw Jasper to the floor, his body landing with a thud. His head spun with dizziness, his vision swimming as he struggled to breathe. He felt the collar vibrate again, the electric shocks sending him into a frenzy of pain and pleasure that left him gasping for air.

Jasper attempted to push himself up onto his hands and knees, only for Jessica's powerful leg to shoot out, her large, bare foot connecting with his side. The impact was like a boulder hitting him, sending him sprawling back onto the floor. The room spun as he stared up at her, his mother's towering form a blur of power and beauty above him.

Jessica's foot was massive, the arch high and defined, and her toes were long and slender. They were painted a deep, dark red, the colour of blood. She moved her foot over him, letting him see her smooth pink soles.

"Stay," she said, her voice a low, animalistic growl.

Jasper's eyes grew wide as he stared at her foot, easily larger than his own head. The thought of being crushed beneath it was overwhelming, and his cock leaked precum at the prospect. He whimpered, his body trembling as he lay there utterly at her mercy.

Jessica moved closer and placed her foot atop Jasper's chest, her toes digging into his weak flesh. The weight was immense as she pressed him into the floor until he struggled to breathe beneath her power and authority. Jasper's little cock twitched pathetically.

"You look good like that, under my foot, waiting for me to crush you like the bug you are," she murmured, her eyes gleaming with dark satisfaction.

Jessica's foot pressed down harder, the weight of her massive, powerful body making Jasper gasp impotently. He could feel the pressure building, his ribs threatening to crack under her domineering weight.

"Mommy... please..." Jasper gasped, his voice strained and pathetic.

"Please what?" Jessica's voice was a sweet caress of malice. "Please crush you? Please make you into a stain on the floor?"

Jasper's eyes grew wide with fear and arousal as his mother spoke, his mind racing with the thought of her powerful legs, capable of such destruction.

"Mommy... I... I need... to breathe," Jasper choked out, his voice barely above a whisper.

"Oh, you will," Jessica promised, her foot shifting slightly, her toes curling around his neck. "But only when I say so."

The room grew silent, the only sound the ragged breaths of a boy on the cusp of suffocation. Jasper's eyes grew frantic, his hands scrabbling at her ankle, desperately trying to push her foot away.

"Mommy..." Jasper's voice was a mere croak, his vision swimming with darkness.

Jessica leaned down, her cock still rock-hard and glistening with precum, and whispered, "You know what happens to naughty little boys who don't obey their mommies, don't you?"

Jasper nodded frantically, his eyes bulging.

"Good," she said with a cruel smile, "now, let's see if you can take a real kick."

With that, Jessica's foot shot out, connecting with Jasper's stomach. The air was forced from his lungs in a painful whoosh, and he curled up into a ball, his body wracked with pain. She didn't miss a beat, her foot coming down again and again, her toes digging into his abdomen, her heel slamming into his balls with enough force to make him see stars. The thick carpet muffled Jasper's screams, his body contorting with each blow.

Jessica laughed, her eyes alight with her power over her son.

"You remember when I told you about my high school days?" she asked, her voice filled with nostalgia. "How I used to kick boys' balls until they couldn't stand? How I once came so close to crushing one's throat with my bare feet?"

Jasper nodded, his eyes wide with terror and fascination.

"It's such a rush," Jessica said, her voice low and intense. "To have someone's life in your hands, or rather under your foot, to feel their pain, their fear. It makes me so hard, so wet."

Her hand stroked her own cock, the precum coating her fingers. Jasper could feel her desire, the vibrations from her hand resonating through the floorboards.

"I bet I'd cum so hard if I crushed your scrawny neck under my dainty toes," she moaned, her eyes half closing as she imagined doing it.

Jasper's body was a wreck, his eyes squeezed shut in agony as his mother's powerful foot pummeled his stomach and groin. Her toes dug into his abdomen with a brutal force that left him gasping for air, his tiny frame no match for her amazonian strength. The sound of her flesh striking him echoed through the room, a sickeningly wet thud that seemed to resonate deep within his soul.

"Mommy, please," Jasper sobbed, his voice barely audible. "It hurts..."

Jessica's smile grew wider, her eyes glinting with excitement. The sound of his pain was like music to her ears, and she reveled in the power she had over him. Without warning, she swung her leg back and kicked his balls with all her might. Jasper's body arched off the floor, a scream tearing from his throat as the pain exploded through him like a supernova.

He could feel her toes crushing his tiny cock, the delicate skin of her foot molding around his genitals like a vice. Each stomp brought a fresh wave of agony, and Jasper's cries grew more desperate with each passing second.

"Beg for mercy," Jessica said, her voice a dark whisper. "Beg me to stop, my little slut."

Jasper's eyes flew open, his vision blurry with tears. He looked up at his mother, her beautiful face twisted in a mask of pleasure and power. Her naked body was a testament to the strength and dominance of the new world order, her cock standing tall and proud, demanding his submission.

"Mommy... please," Jasper whimpered, his voice cracking. "I... I can't..."

Jessica's foot hovered above him, the anticipation palpable in the air. Jasper could feel the heat from her foot, the promise of more pain just waiting to be unleashed upon him.

"Beg," she urged, her voice a seductive purr that sent shivers down his spine. "Beg me to stop."

With a tremble, Jasper managed to force out the words she craved. "Mercy, Mommy. Mercy, please," he sobbed, his voice hoarse from screaming.

Jessica's foot remained poised above him, and for a moment, Jasper dared to hope that she would relent. But then she brought her heel down with a brutal force, grinding it into his crotch. Jasper's eyes rolled back in his head, and he let out a keening wail, his body going rigid with pain.

"Good boy," Jessica murmured, her voice dripping with satisfaction.

Jasper's body jerked as Jessica's toe dug into his bruised and swollen balls one final time, sending a fresh surge of pain shooting through him. His eyes watered uncontrollably, and his breath came in shallow, desperate gasps. Despite the agony, he could feel his own cock pulsing with a strange, masochistic need, his body's response to the dominance of his mother's overwhelming presence.

"Now, my sweet little slut," Jessica said, her voice a dark symphony of power and lust, "kiss the top of my foot and thank me for teaching you your place."

Her foot lifted slightly, giving Jasper just enough space to move his head. He knew what was expected of him, the role he was to play in this twisted game of submission. With trembling hands, he reached up to her foot, the scent of her sweat and arousal filling his nose. He could feel the sticky precum on her toes, a testament to the thrill she took in his pain.

With a whimper, Jasper pressed his lips to the top of Jessica's foot, the smooth skin warm and soft against his bruised and battered face. He kissed her gently, his mouth moving in a silent plea for mercy. His tongue flicked out, tasting the salt of her skin as he obeyed her command.

"Thank you, Mommy," Jasper choked out between sobs. "Thank you for kicking my... my pathetic cock... and stomping me... like a maggot."

The words were a bitter pill to swallow, a declaration of his subservience to her will. Yet, as they left his mouth, Jasper felt a strange sense of relief wash over him. He was her toy, her plaything, and she had complete control over his body and his pain.

Jessica's foot hovered over his face, the electricity from the crop pulsing through the leather and into his skin. The sensation was maddening, a mix of pleasure and agony that made Jasper's head spin.

"Mmm, such a good boy," she cooed, her voice a sweet contrast to the harsh reality of his situation. "You're going to be so much fun to break."

Her foot descended again, this time pressing down onto Jasper's mouth, silencing his cries. The weight of her leg was like a mountain on his small body, her toes digging into his cheeks as she pushed him deeper into the floor. Jasper's eyes grew wide with fear as he struggled to breathe, his nose flattened against her arch.

"Lick," she ordered, her voice filled with amusement at his plight.

Jasper's tongue darted out, licking at her foot, tasting the salty sweetness of her precum. The act was humiliating, but he couldn't deny the thrill it sent through him. He was her property, and she could do with him as she wished.

"Good," Jessica said, her foot finally lifting. Jasper gasped for air, his chest heaving. 

Jasper felt his mother's hand close around his throat again, lifting him effortlessly off the floor. His legs dangled in the air, his body weightless in her grip. Her strength was terrifying, yet it sent a thrill of excitement through him that he couldn't ignore. Jessica's eyes roamed over his bruised and trembling body, a look of pure, dark satisfaction etched across her features.

"Look at you," she said, her voice filled with a mix of love and contempt. "So tiny and weak, just waiting to be used."

Her other hand reached down to grasp Jasper's cock, the pain from the earlier blows making him wince. She gave it a hard squeeze, her thumb pressing into his balls with a force that made him cry out. Jasper's eyes watered as she began to crush his sensitive flesh, her grip tightening until he thought he'd pass out from the agony.

"You like that?" she asked, her voice a sweet, mocking caress. "You like feeling your mother's power over you?"

Jasper's body jerked, his mind a whirlwind of pain and confusion. He couldn't deny the strange pleasure that mingled with the pain, the feeling of being utterly at her mercy. His cock twitched in her hand, betraying his body's response to the abuse.

"Y-yes, Mommy," he managed to gasp out, the words barely more than a strangled whisper.

Jessica's smile grew wider, her eyes gleaming with triumph. She knew she had him now, that he was fully under her control. With a sudden move, she twisted her hand, pulling him closer to her towering frame. Her cock, still hard and slick with precum, brushed against Jasper's cheek, leaving a sticky trail.

"You're going to be my little slut," she whispered, her breath hot against his ear. "Mine to use and abuse as I see fit."

The collar around Jasper's neck buzzed again, the electricity sending a fresh jolt through him. His body spasmed in her grip, his legs kicking wildly.

"Mommy, please," he whimpered, his voice a broken plea.

"Please what?" she asked, her tone playful and taunting. "Please stop? Or please don't?"

Jasper's eyes searched hers, desperate for some semblance of the loving mother he knew. But all he saw was a woman consumed by her power, her desire for control.

"Please don't," he choked out, his voice thick with pain and fear.

Jessica chuckled, her hand releasing his neck. He gasped for air, his head lolling back as his vision swam.

"But what if I want to?" she said, her eyes never leaving his face. "What if I want to keep going, keep hurting you until you can't take anymore?"

Her grip on his cock tightened, and Jasper felt a tear slide down his cheek. He knew he had to submit and give in to the new reality of their relationship.

"If it's what you want, Mommy," he murmured, his voice barely whispering.

Jessica's smile grew wider, her teeth flashing in the dim light. She released his cock. Jasper gasped out in relief even as his cock still throbbed painfully.

"That's it," she said, her voice a low purr. "That's what a good little boy does. He gives his mother what she wants."

With a sadistic twist of her wrist, Jessica tightened her grip around Jasper's neck once more, cutting off his airway completely. Jasper's eyes grew wide with panic, his hands flailing wildly as he tried to pry her fingers from his throat. His vision began to tunnel, the edges of his sight turning black.

"Look at you," she murmured, her voice filled with dark amusement. "So helpless, so small."

Jasper's legs kicked out, trying to find purchase on the floor, his body desperate for the oxygen it was being denied. Jessica's hand looked massive, engulfing his tiny neck with ease. Her thumb pressed into his throat, feeling the delicate pulse beneath the skin.

"Mommy... please..." Jasper managed to choke out, his voice barely more than a hoarse whisper.

Jessica leaned in closer, her breasts pressing against Jasper's face, the scent of her arousal suffocating him almost as much as her grip.

"You're mine," she hissed. "You breathe when I allow it."

Jasper's struggles grew weaker, his body succumbing to the lack of oxygen. His eyes rolled back in his head, his mouth opening in a silent scream as he fought for the air she so cruelly withheld.

Jessica watched him with a mix of excitement and love, the power rushing through her veins as she felt his life in her hand. It was intoxicating, knowing that she could end his life with a simple twist of her wrist or even just wait a few minutes. Snuff him out with a single hand.

Jasper's body went limp.

The room grew eerily quiet, Jasper's desperate gasps for air fading into the darkness. Jessica watched, her heart racing with excitement as his tiny body hung lifelessly in her grip. With a sadistic grin, she slammed Jasper onto the bed, his small frame bouncing atop the mattress.

Her breathing grew heavy, her busty chest heaving with anticipation.

Jessica leapt onto him, her voluptuous figure enveloping his tiny, bruised form. Each bounce on his torso sent shockwaves through his body, leaving a pattern of deep purple bruises in the shape of her thighs. Jessica's teeth sank into her bottom lip as she revelled in the feeling of dominance, her body moving in a frenzied dance of sadism.

Her powerful hand reared back, and she brought it down with the force of a tempest, smacking Jasper's delicate face. The sickening crack of skin colliding with skin resonated through the room. Jasper's head whipped to the side, and she waited, watching for any sign of movement.

There was none.

The imprint of her large hand began to swell on Jasper's cheek, a lurid blossom of red that soon melded with the purple and blue hues already marring his skin.

Her smile grew more sadistic, and she slapped him again and again, her hand moving with a fierce rhythm that painted his cheek with a mottled red. The small boy's body jerked with each impact. Each blow elicited a guttural sound from Jessica's chest, a primal grunt of satisfaction at his pain. 

Finally, Jasper's eyes fluttered open, his chest heaving as he gasped for air. His mind foggy, he felt the warm trickle of blood seep from his nose and the sting of his split lip as he stared up at his powerful mother.

"Good boy," Jessica cooed, her voice a dark caress. "You're not dead yet."

"M-Mommy," he rasped, his voice barely audible.

Jessica leaned down, her hot breath fanning Jasper's face. With a cruel smile, Jessica audibly sniffed, pooling a thick glob of spit in the back of her throat before proceeding to spit into Jasper's open mouth, the glob landing on his tongue with a wet splat. Jasper's eyes widened in shock. The loogie was warm and wet on his tongue.

"Swallow," she ordered, her voice a low growl.

Jasper's throat convulsed, and with a whimper, he did as he was told. The saliva slid down his throat, the taste bitter and degrading. Jessica's hand shot out, slapping his cheek with enough force to make his head spin.

"Good boy, now open your legs, pet," she instructed.

Trembling beneath his mother's all-encompassing weight, Jasper obeyed. His bruised legs parted, his small cock still semi-erect and swollen red between them.

With a triumphant smirk, Jessica straddled Jasper's chest, turning around so that her massive ass hovered above his face. Her cheeks were like two round moons, casting a shadow over his vision. Jasper's eyes grew wide with a mix of fear and fascination as he stared at the puckered rose of his mother's anus, framed by a dense thicket of red pubic hair. The scent of her desire, a heady mix of sweat and lust, invaded his nostrils.

"Open your mouth," she ordered her sultry and commanding. Jasper's mouth fell open, his eyes watering as her cheeks began to lower, pressing against his face. The heat from her body was suffocating.

"Eat your mommy's ass, slut," she growled, the command a blend of love and authority that sent a shiver down Jasper's spine. He felt the leather of the riding crop smack against his inner thigh, the sting a stark reminder of the consequences of disobedience.

Jasper's eyes remained wide with a mix of fear and arousal as he took in the sight of his mother's anus, winking at him with a promise of both pleasure and pain. Every breath was tainted by the scent of his mother's ass, making his head spin. Yet, he knew what was expected of him. He was her toy, her little slut, and it was his duty to serve her in every way she desired.

Tentatively, his tongue darted out to touch the velvety flesh of her anus. The taste was new, musky and overpowering, but he didn't pull away. Instead, he pushed himself further into his mother's world of dominance, eager to please her in every way he could.

"That's it," Jessica cooed, her voice thick with desire. "Eat me out like the good little boy you are."

Her cheeks parted, and Jasper could see the pink, puckered hole of her ass, glistening with her lust. He took a deep breath, the air hot and heavy with the scent of her, and plunged his tongue into the warm, tight space. Jessica's body shuddered with pleasure, her muscles tightening around his face as he began to lick and kiss her anus.

The riding crop came down again, this time landing on Jasper's inner thigh with a harsher smack.

"More," Jessica demanded, her voice a low growl. "Make Mommy feel good."

Jasper's tongue worked faster, his hands reaching up to spread her cheeks wider. The leather of the crop rained down on his legs, each blow sending a jolt of pain through him, but it only served to fuel his obedience. He could feel the power coursing through Jessica, the thrill of her dominance making her cock pulse with need.

Jessica's hips began to rock, grinding her ass into Jasper's face. He moaned around her, the vibrations of his voice sending waves of pleasure through her body. Her hand found its way to her cock, stroking the length as she watched her son's tiny form writhing beneath her.

"Look at you," she murmured, her voice filled with a dark kind of love. "Such a good boy, eating your mommy's dirty asshole."

She brought the riding crop down with a swift motion, switching targets to smack Jasper's small, reddened cock. Her ass muffled Jasper's pained cry, his face buried in her flesh as he tried to dodge the pain.

Her strikes grew harsher, her wrist snapping with sadistic glee as she watched his cock bobble and dance under the assault while she felt his tongue wriggle and thrash around inside her, his screams vibrating her asshole in a way that made her squirm, grinding her ass into his face. Jessica found herself lost in the rhythm of her repeated slaps, her arousal climbing to new heights with every hit.

Jasper's hips bucked, trying to escape the pain, but only serving to press his face deeper into her superior, sweaty ass.

Her strokes grew more precise, targeting the sensitive area just below Jasper's cockhead, where the skin was thinnest and most sensitive. Jasper's eyes squeezed shut tightly, his body jolting with every hit.

"Mmm ... you like that, don't you, my little slut?" she murmured, her voice a dark caress that seemed to resonate through Jasper's very soul. "You love it when mommy takes what she wants and abuses your pathetic body."

Jasper nodded, his tongue still working diligently at her asshole, his body on fire with pain and need.

With a wicked chuckle, Jessica pulled the crop away from Jasper's cock, watching the way his hips bucked in protest. She brought it down hard across his thighs, leaving a crimson stripe that stood out starkly against the bruised whelps decorating his skin. Jasper screamed into her perfect ass.

But she needed more.

With surprising agility for someone of her size, Jessica rolled over, her cock slapping against Jasper's chest as she repositioned herself. Her heavy, toned frame pinned him down, and Jasper stared up at her in awe, his mother's cock looming over his face like an overly thick tree trunk.

Jessica's hand reached down to stroke Jasper's bruised cheek, her thumb tracing the path of a tear that had escaped his eye.

"Look at me," she whispered, her voice a siren's call. Jasper's gaze snapped to hers, his eyes filled with the now familiar mix of fear and arousal.

Without warning, Jessica's cock slammed into Jasper's mouth, the thick, mushroom-shaped head pushing past his teeth and down his throat. Jasper's eyes bulged as his mother's cock filled him completely, the girth stretching his jaw to the limit.

He gagged, his body instinctively trying to resist the intrusion, but the collar around his neck buzzed to life, sending a sharp jolt of pain through his body. His eyes rolled back in his head as Jessica began to fuck his face, her hips moving with a brutal rhythm that left no room for hesitation.

The head of her cock hit the back of Jasper's throat with each thrust, the sound of wet flesh on flesh echoing through the room. He could feel the leather of the collar tightening, cutting off his air supply as she used his mouth like a fuck toy.

Jessica's hand tangled in Jasper's hair, her nails digging into his scalp as she pulled him onto her cock, her hips bucking up to meet his face with every downward thrust. Her moans grew louder, filling the room as Jasper's muffled cries grew more desperate.

Jessica's hips rose and fell with the rhythm of a warrior, her thick cock plundering Jasper's throat with each powerful thrust. Jasper's throat bulged obscenely with the shape of her invasion. He could feel the veins in her cock pulsing against the back of his throat, the heat of her arousal burning through him like a brand.

The collar around his neck grew tighter with each gasp, the electric jolts serving only to heighten the exquisite agony of his mother's love.

Jessica's breath grew ragged, her tits bouncing with every thrust. 

Just as quickly as her cock had invaded his mouth it was gone and Jessica was flipping Jasper onto his stomach, the collar biting into his neck as his body was bent and contorted to her will. The leather of the crop smacked against the bed, the sound echoing in the silent room. Jasper's heart hammered in his chest, his body trembling with a mix of fear and excitement.

"Mommy's going to fuck your little boipussy now," she announced, her voice a seductive whisper that seemed to wrap around Jasper like a vice.

Jasper felt his mother's hand caress his bruised and abused thighs before sliding up his back, tracing the path of his spine until it came to rest at the base of his neck. With a firm grip, she held him in place as her other hand reached down to stroke his ass, her fingers tracing the curve of his cheeks.

Her thumb dipped between his buttocks, pressing against his tight, untouched hole. Jasper tensed, his breath coming in shallow gasps as Jessica began to rub him in slow, sensuous circles. The pressure grew, his sphincter tightening around her digit as she applied more and more pressure.

"Relax," she ordered, her voice a low growl. Jasper tried to comply, his muscles loosening slightly as she pushed her thumb inside him. The sensation was strange, the pain immediate and overwhelming, but it was quickly followed by a rush of pleasure that made his toes curl.

Jessica's thumb delved deeper, stretching him open, preparing him for the monstrous cock that awaited him. Jasper felt the muscles of his anus clench around her, trying to keep her out even as his own body betrayed him, growing wetter and more eager for her touch.

Her thumb withdrew, and Jasper felt the head of Jessica's cock nudge against his hole, the slickness from his saliva making it easier for her to penetrate him. He let out a high-pitched, doggish whine as the tip pushed into him, the pain sharp and intense.

Jessica didn't stop, didn't give him a moment to adjust. With one powerful thrust, she buried herself in Jasper's ass, her cock impaling him to the hilt. Jasper screamed, the sound muffled by the pillow, his eyes squeezed shut as tears rolled down his face.

"You're mine," she whispered in his ear, her hot breath sending shivers down his spine. "And I'll take what's mine whenever I want it."

Her hips began to move, the massive cock sliding in and out of Jasper's small body with a brutal rhythm. Each thrust sent a bolt of pain through him, but it was a pain he was learning to crave. His own cock grew hard between his legs, trapped against the mattress, leaking precum onto the fabric.

The bed groaned beneath them, the headboard smacking against the wall with each of Jessica's powerful thrusts. His cries of pain and whimpers of need music to her ears.

Jessica leaned over Jasper, her tits smothering his back as she claimed him fully. Her hands moved to his wrists, pinning him to the bed as she drove into him. Her teeth grazed his ear, her voice a dark purr.

"You're going to take every inch of me," she growled. "I'm going to use you like the little slut you are whenever I want, as rough as I want. I'm going to fuck you until you can't walk and you'll fucking thank me for it."

The collar around Jasper's neck grew tight again, the electricity coursing through him as Jessica's thrusts grew more erratic. With each pulse of pain, he felt his body respond instinctively, his prostate being mercilessly widened as it was massaged by his mother's monstrous cock.

Jasper's eyes rolled into the back of his head as his mother's cock pummelled his insides. It was like nothing he'd ever felt before, and he fucking loved it. He could feel his small cock, trapped between his stomach and the bed, burning with friction as it was ground into the sheet with every thrust.

Jessica reached around her son's body, her powerful hand wrapping around his neck, clamping down, with a firm, unyielding grip, and she began to squeeze. Jasper's eyes bulged as the air was cut off again, his throat closing beneath the strength of his mother's hand.

"Mommy's going to make you cum," she hissed, her breath hot on his ear. "Cum for me, my little slut."

The collar tightened again, the electricity sending his body into convulsions. Jasper's legs kicked out, his body fighting the pleasure-pain that washed over him.

The pressure on Jasper's throat grew, his vision swimming with stars.

With a final, brutal thrust, Jasper's body arched off the bed, a thin spurt of cum shooting out of his tiny cock, painting his stomach and the bed beneath him.

His orgasm was weak and pathetic. Just like him.

"Mommy's little boy," Jessica cooed, her grip on his throat loosening just enough to let him breathe.

Jessica watched Jasper's body quiver and convulse beneath her, his small frame no match for her powerful thrusts. Her balls tightened. She needed to cum, and she would fill her son's little virgin ass.

Slamming into his tight hole one final time, her cock convulsed violently, firing thick ropes of cum into him. Then another and another, like her cock was an eternally refilling shotgun she blasted her hot, salty seed into her baby's asshole.

Jasper's eyes rolled back in his head as he felt the warmth of Jessica's climax flood his insides. The sensation was overwhelming, the pressure building until it felt like he might burst. He could feel her cock swell even larger inside him, the head bumping against his prostate, sending waves of pleasure through his body that were almost too much to handle.

Then it slowed.

Her breaths were ragged, her chest heaving as she leaned over him, her cock still embedded deep in his ass. Jasper felt her weight shift, the pressure on his back and legs increasing as Jessica's orgasm fully subsided.

Weakly looking down, Jasper stared at his distended stomach, inflated by his mother's superior, hot, thick cum. He looked like she'd knocked him up. 

He smiled weakly.

"Mmm ... so good," she murmured, her voice thick with satisfaction. She kissed his neck, her teeth grazing the soft skin. "My sweet little slut."

Jasper's body went limp, his knees giving out as Jessica's cock finally slid out of him with an obscene wet sound. He felt her hot cream drizzle out of his asshole, soaking into his bedding and bleaching the smell of his mother's lust into the mattress beneath it.

With a sigh, Jessica rolled off him, her cock now flaccid but still massive and intimidating. She stroked Jasper's back, her hands gentle now that she had claimed him fully.

"You did so well," she whispered, her voice a tender caress. "You're a natural. It's like you were born to be mommy's little slut." She teased.

Jasper's eyes remained closed, his body still trembling from the intensity of his first experience. He felt ... changed. The pain had been severe, but the pleasure had been even greater. He had never felt so alive, so filled with purpose.

Jessica stood up, her body gleaming with sweat and cum. She grabbed a towel from the floor and began to clean Jasper off, her touch surprisingly gentle.

"You're going to be the best little whore," she said, her voice filled with pride. "And I'm going to enjoy breaking you in completely."

Jasper felt his mother's love in every stroke of the towel, every caress of her hand. He knew that from this moment on, he would serve her in every way she desired, eager to experience the highs and lows of her dominance.

As she pulled him into a standing position, Jasper could feel the ache in his throat from the rough treatment, but it was nothing compared to the burning in his ass, the evidence of his mother's claim still inside him. He swayed on his feet, his legs wobbly from the exertion.

"Now, it's time for the next part of your training," Jessica said, her eyes gleaming with excitement. She led Jasper over to the full-length mirror on the wall, his reflection showing a boy who looked bruised and used but also somehow ... fulfilled.

Jessica stepped behind him, her cock still hardening with the excitement of what was to come. She wrapped her arms around him, her cock nestling against his back.

"Look at yourself," she whispered. "You're Mommy's little slut now."

Jasper's eyes met his reflection, and he saw a new person staring back at him. A boy who had been reborn into a world of pain and pleasure, where the only law was to serve and obey the superior females.

With a soft moan, Jasper leaned back into his mother's embrace, his small hand reaching up to clasp hers.

"Yes, Mommy," he whispered, his voice hoarse from screaming. "I'm your slut.”

Jessica kissed his forehead, her hand reaching down to stroke his flaccid cock, it was so tiny, even more so limp.

"And I'm going to make sure you're the best one there is," she said, her voice a dark promise.

Jasper felt a strange warmth spread through his chest at Jessica's words. He had never felt so wanted, so desired. As the reality of what had just happened sunk in, Jasper looked up at his mother with a mix of awe and gratitude.

"Thank you, Mommy," he croaked, his voice raw from the abuse. "I can't wait to be your slut again."

The words seemed to inflame Jessica's desire even more. She kissed Jasper's neck, her teeth grazing his skin gently.

"Good boy," she purred, her breath hot against his ear. "You're going to be such a yummy little fuck toy."

Her hand on his cock grew more insistent, her strokes faster and harder, and Jasper felt his body responding despite the pain. His dick stinging, lifting at her touch, his hips pushed back against her.

Jessica chuckled a dark sound that made Jasper's heart race.

"Look how eager you are," she said, her voice filled with amusement. "But you'll have to wait a little longer. I have a surprise for you."

Her grip tightened on his neck, the collar biting into his flesh. Jasper's eyes widened in anticipation.

"Tomorrow, we're having a little party," Jessica continued, her voice dropping to a whisper. "Your aunts, your sister, some of your cousins, and even a few of your school friends will be here. And they're all going to get a turn with you."

Jasper's knees went weak at the thought. His mother's cock was enough to handle, but the idea of the other amazons from his family and school using him was almost too much to bear.

"We're all going to fuck you until you can't take it anymore," she whispered, her voice a seductive caress. "And you're going to love every second of it."

The collar tightened again, sending a jolt of electricity through Jasper's body. His cock twitched in her hand, his body betraying his fear with a spike of arousal.

"But for now," Jessica said, her grip on his neck loosening, "you're going to clean up, and then you're going back to bed. You're going to need all your strength for tomorrow."

With a gentle shove, Jessica released Jasper, her cock now fully erect again. Jasper stumbled to the bathroom, his legs trembling as he tried to process what had just happened. He glanced back at his mother, her figure illuminated by the moonlight that filtered through the window. She looked like a goddess, her body sculpted and powerful.

As Jasper stepped into the bathroom, the warm water from the shower washed over him, the sting of the soap burning the burns and scars that now decorated his body, each one lovingly inflicted by his mother. He felt a strange mix of pain, fear, love, and excitement.

The thought of tomorrow's party filled him with terror and excitement. He knew it would be a day and night of pain and degradation, but he also knew it would be an experience of unparalleled pleasure — a time when he would truly understand his place in the world.

He closed his eyes, letting the water wash away the sweat and cum that clung to his body. As the heat enveloped him, Jasper felt his mother's love in every droplet of cum that dribbled out of his abused hole, a love that came with a dark, twisted price.

He knew he would pay it willingly, eagerly, because this was what it meant to be a man in this world. To serve, to be used, to be owned by the superior females that ruled over them.

When he stepped out of the shower, his skin pink from the heat and his body still sore from his mother's rough use, Jasper couldn't help but feel a sense of pride.

He was his mother's slut, and tomorrow he would show everyone just how good he could be.

As he climbed back into bed, his mind raced with thoughts of the women who would claim him, the sounds of their pleasure echoing through his mind. His dreams were filled with infinite scenarios, of pleasure, of pain, of abuse, of ecstasy as he slept in the cold, wet patch of his and his mother's cum on the sheets. He dreamed of the future that awaited him, a future filled with pain, pleasure, and the unyielding dominance of the amazons who owned him.

He fondled the collar in his sleep as his tiny cock rubbed the stained sheets.

As he slept, Jessica watched over him, her eyes gleaming with pride and hunger. She was eager to continue his training and shape him into the perfect toy for her and the other females in their family and social circles.