Catching up: Mark accidentally called his Business Goth boss Amanda, mom. She loved it and claimed her for her own, but shares him with his gym crush Kiya, along with Kiya’s three basketball teammates, Alexis, his cruelly domineering high-school ex-girlfriend, and Amanda’s closest high-school friend: Miranda. Before Mark could propose to Amanda, he was shot defending her. After five weeks, he’s emerged, healed from his punctured lung. 

Now, he has fun with Alexis, Kiya, the mother of his child who had a crush on him in high-school, and Amanda, too which he is owned. He might even get a chance to pay Dr. Naidu, the woman who performed surgery on him - and saved his life - back. Amanda introduced herself to the doctor, and Mark got to taste her fingers after. Then, a woman looking exactly like Amanda, but twenty years older, interrupted Mark during his suit-fitting, and liked what she saw . . 

•  (TW: Parental Trauma)

Her fingertip tested the edge of my waistband, teasing it. Her face displayed a remarkable conflict as she contemplated doing what she so desperately wanted to do.

“This is so wrong, but-“ She whispered.

The hospital door opened and Amanda’s voice rang out sharply.

“Mother, please don’t fuck my fiancée.”

My eyes snapped up, past the older woman to see Amanda, the same age, the same height, with the same hair and the same clothing, all as before, carrying a drink holder and a brown paper bag.

She met my eyes, saw my terrified expression, and gestured her head towards the bathroom. I slid away from the other woman sideways, and quickly went into the bathroom and shut the door. My heart was pumping faster than ever, and I rushed to put on my shorts and t-shirt. I took a few deep breaths and willed my erection to go down.

I was not successful.

I was already taking too long, so I decided to just bite the bullet and go back outside. I left the bathroom and heard Amanda talking.

“Well, how about a proper introduction, then.” She snorted.

When she saw me she gestured to me. 

“This is my fiancée, Mark. Mark-“ She gestured back over to the woman. “This is my mother, Elizabeth.”

I walked over to her mom and extended my hand, my face cherry red with embarrassment.

“Hi.”

“Hi, yourself.” She swooned.

“Call me Beth.” She said and shook my hand, smiling.

“Hmm. Strong hands. My daughter chose well.”

I laughed nervously as I pulled my hand away.

“You’re scaring him.” Amanda said.

“What is he, a baby bird?” Beth looked at her daughter.

Amanda shrugged. “He’s vulnerable with me.”

“Aw.” Beth smiled back at me. “Have you collared him yet?”

“No, mother.” Amanda sighed. “Not every man needs to be collared.”

“I beg to differ.” Beth replied.

“He wants my initial tattooed on his ring finger, I think that supersedes a collar.” Amanda reasoned.

“Oh!” Beth exclaimed, more than satisfied. 

I raised my hand, not knowing what else to do.

“I- I- uh- don’t think I would mind a collar, too.” I quipped.

Both Amanda’s and Beth’s smoldering eyes snapped to mine, and my body shrunk, but my cock grew.

Ohhhh good lord. I might pass out.

Amanda noticed my panic, and graciously diffused the situation.

“Let’s eat, he looks ready to collapse. He’s already had an-” She licked her luscious lips.

“Eventful morning.”

Beth licked her lips. “I’m sure every morning is an event with him.”

I flushed and stared at the ground, but Beth disengaged and helped her daughter with the drinks and food. Amanda had got my coffee order, along with hers and Beth’s. She also got us breakfast bacon croissants.

Amanda picked mine out of the bag and handed it to me, along with my coffee, then gestured for me to sit in the chair. She and her mother sat on the hospital bed and ate their food while I ate mine awkwardly, feeling more out of place than ever.

“Your cock must be massive to make my daughter want to remarry.” Beth quipped.

I sharply inhaled the bite of food in my mouth and began choking. I doubled over, coughing violently, my face red and hot. Amanda jumped off the bed, ran over to the chair, and began slapping my back hard.

After a few hits, I expelled the half-chewed food onto my lap and took a heaving breath.

“Can you stop?” Amanda angrily snapped at her mom.

Beth raised her hands in defense, her face worried. “I’m sorry.”

I breathed shakily, took a napkin and cleaned up what I had coughed out. 

“It’s okay.” I said weakly. “I guess I’m big, but I wouldn’t say massive.” I chuckled weakly.

Amanda kissed the top of my head. “You okay?”

I nodded, and she sat back down next to Beth.

I saw Beth shrug her shoulders and nod.

“He’s more than enough for me. Often too much, in fact.” Amanda stated.

“Is that why you keep the little Kiya girl around?” Beth asked. 

“No offense.” She looked between Amanda and I.

Amanda smiled. “Kiya is a darling, and much, much more than a plaything. We’re all going to raise her and Mark’s child together.”

“Aw.” Beth cooed. “Are you an only child as well, Mark?” 

I nodded, finishing my breakfast sandwich.

“Well, it’s only natural to want a big family!” She smiled brilliantly. “How adorable.”

I smiled back. Amanda seemed pleased that her mother approved.

“On top of that, when I become president of the company, she may be ready to take over my job as director.” Amanda gushed.

“Really?” Beth was stunned.

Amanda nodded proudly. 

“I’m so happy for you.” Beth raised her hands to her mouth, and tears welled in burnished-brown eyes.

Amanda embraced her lovingly.

“Thank you, Mom.”

“I was so worried you wouldn’t- you wouldn’t-“ Beth choked out, sobbing. “You wouldn’t be happy.”

Amanda began crying softly as well. “Mark makes me more happy than I ever thought possible.” She whispered. 

“I understand how you felt with Dad, now.”

“If he was here with us, he would be proud of you.” Beth croaked. 

“Proud of you, too.” She said to me.

I smiled. “What was your husband like?” 

“A lot like you, sweetie. Strong, ferocious, and . .” Her eyes glazed over and she bit her lip slightly. “Attentive.”

“See, you think in days. I think in weeks, and she.” She nodded her head towards her mom.

“She thinks in decades.” Amanda said proudly.

“So sometimes, she just zones out and appreciates her memories in the moment.” 

“Are they often as fond as these?” I gestured to her clearly aroused mother.

Amanda raised her hands like I was the fuzz.

“You’re the one who asked about my dad.” She said, placing the blame on me.

I laughed heartily, and looked back at Beth. She was daydreaming, her thighs rubbing together delightfully as she pictured whatever scenario she solipsized.

Good Lord, I hope I can be the man he was, but to Amanda.

“What was his name?” I whispered.

“Guillermo.” She whispered back.

“That’s such a baller fuckin’ name.” I blurted.

“He was a baller fucking guy.” She shrugged.

Beth calmly brought herself back to focus on us once more.

I chuckled. “If- if you don’t mind me asking, uh, how did Guillermo pass?”

Amanda raised her eyebrows and looked at her mom, curious to see if she would answer the question.

Beth looked down and swallowed, and I watched a tear fall bittersweetly to her lap. She looked up at me, and smiled sadly.

“He, well, he had a heart attack while we were making love.” She whispered.

“Oh.” My face turned red. “I’m so sorry.”

Beth smiled warmly. “Don’t be, darling. He wouldn’t have wanted it any other way.”

I smiled back, then my face grew serious, and I looked at my feet as I formulated another heavy hitter.

“What was- what was Amanda’s ex-husband like?”

I glanced up and saw Beth purse her lips and look at Amanda. Amanda looked back at her and shrugged.

“Stewart was- well- a loser.” Beth said.

Amanda burst out laughing.

“What?” She got defensive to her.

“He was.” She looked at me seriously.

“Amanda is just like me. But Stewart was . . Uncomfortable with her being bossy. Being in charge. She gave up a part of herself for him.”

Amanda looked down at her knees. Beth continued.

“I was never particularly fond of him. I’m thankful that you had the foresight to not take his last name, darling.” She said to Amanda.

“I’m still disappointed you didn’t let me have him killed, however.” Beth stated, looking at her nails nonchalantly.

Amanda looked up to her mom.

“Every day he breathes is torture to him. Why should I be merciful and relieve him of his living hell?”

“You can’t possibly believe he feels remorseful, darling. The man is a fucking worm.” Beth was annoyed.

“Maybe not remorse, but he’s absolutely in agony.” Amanda said defiantly.

“He deserves more punishment than that.” Beth muttered.

“I know.” Amanda whispered.

Beth cleared her throat and addressed me.

“So, Mark. Since we’re already on a heavy topic- I know a little about your Dad, but how come I won’t get to meet your Mother?”

I took a deep breath. “Well-“

I was interrupted by sharp, rapid knocking on the room door. Alexis opened it and peeked inside.

“Mark!” She said urgently as she opened the door fully.

“What’s up?” I asked, concerned.

“They just brought Kathy in. She’s out of the emergency room and moving to in-patient.” She rushed.

“Speak of the devil.” I stood up and gestured to the girls. “Follow me if you want to find out why I don’t talk with my mother.” I said awkwardly. 

Beth and Amanda looked at each other, then immediately hopped off the bed. The three of us followed Alexis to an elevator, where she pressed the button for the second floor.

“What happened?” I asked Alexis quietly as we stepped into the elevator box. 

“I only know that the medics used Narcan to get her back.” She said softly.

My shoulders dropped.

“Are opiates better or worse than meth?” I asked jokingly, trying unsuccessfully to diffuse the tension.

Alexis shifted uncomfortably but didn’t respond.

Oof.

The elevator opened and once again we followed Alexis, this time to a hospital room in the corner of the first floor. She opened the door quietly, peeked in, then opened it for us.

I walked in and saw my mother lying in the bed. She looked much, much older than when I had last seen her. The skin of her face was pulled taut against her skull, her eyes were sunken, and her dark brown hair was cut short and badly damaged. 

“Mom?” I whispered when I saw her.

Her face snapped to the side, and her beady black eyes made contact with mine. She grunted.

“What happened to you?”

“What happened?” She repeated in a raspy voice.

She started shuffling, getting more and more agitated. I noticed she had soft restraints on, secured to the hospital bed.

“What happened? You happened!” She began to yell, tried to sit up, then collapsed back into the bed.

“You did this to me! You made me this!” Her voice faltered.

“No, I didn’t-“ I shook my head. “I didn’t do anything to you.”

“Bullshit. You worthless sack of shit!” She screeched, and I stepped back in shock.

She propped herself up on one arm and yelled.

“Fuck you! Get the fuck out of here!” She screamed.

I blinked.

A cold, settling wave washed over my body. My mother didn’t want me, and . . I was finally okay with it.

“Okay.” I said calmly. “I’m sorry.” 

I turned and began to walk away.

“Wait!” 

I froze.

“Don’t leave me! We- we don’t need him, we can give him to the state or something.” She called after me.

What?

“I didn’t mean what I said. He’ll be fine on his own, just don’t leave me.” She began crying.

“I love you. Come back and I’ll- I’ll- I’ll get rid of him somehow. He’s old enough to move out, anyway. Please, Joseph.”

My stomach turned.

She thinks I am my Dad, and she’s talking about me.

I slapped my hand to my mouth and ran to the door. I burst outside onto the hospital floor, found the nearest trash can, and emptied the entire contents of my stomach into it. 

I heaved and hurled, the sandwich coming up first, then the coffee, then bile. I kept vomiting even though nothing was coming out, but I couldn’t stop. My stomach muscles spasmed and forced bitter saliva and yellow fluid from my mouth, and tears began flowing from how much it hurt.

Amanda’s soft, delicate hand rubbed my back. As she soothed me, my spasms grew lesser and stopped completely. I took shuddering breaths, spittle still dripping from my tongue and teeth.

I looked up to see Beth, worried, holding paper towels to me. I took them, portioned them in half, and used them to clean my mouth, then my eyes. I closed my mouth and eyes, standing straight, and focused on breathing until I calmed down. When I opened them, Amanda was standing before me. 

She had no pity in her eyes, only miraculous love. I took a small breath, threw my arms around her, and desperately hugged her tight. 

“She’s a piece of work.” Beth said curtly.

“Mom.” Amanda chided.

I chuckled. 

I let go of Amanda, and she held me at arm's length.

“Are you okay?” She whispered.

I nodded. “Yeah- that was just- a shock, to say the least.”

She nodded emphatically.

A nurse who had been observing us approached me, and Amanda crossed her arms to look at her.

“Are you the next of kin?” The small woman asked, concerned.

I nodded. “I’m her son.”

She grimaced. “She was found with a man her age, both of them had overdosed.”

Panic shot through my veins.

I lunged for my phone in my pocket and brought up the state criminal offender registry. I typed my father’s name and hit enter. His mugshot appeared in the ‘incarcerated’ tab.

I breathed a sigh of relief and put my phone back in my pocket. 

“He’s still locked up, so. Whoever she was with isn’t my dad.” I said, resecured.

Amanda sighed. 

“Are you responsible for her?” The nurse asked.

I shook my head and shrugged. “I can’t help her. I’ve tried and tried . . She only wants to drag me down with her. I can’t do anything else.”

She nodded somberly. “Then we’ll release her with the man she was with in a few days.”

I nodded. “That’s fine.”

She touched my arm and squeezed softly. “I’m sorry you had to see her like that.”

I grimaced. “Me too.”

The nurse walked away. Amanda pulled my hand into hers. I saw Alexis across the floor at her station, being lectured by Dr. Naidu. 

‘I’m sorry.’ She mouthed.

I smiled weakly and nodded thank you to her.

“Let’s go back to the room.”

Amanda, Beth and I retraced our steps to the elevator, and hit the button for our floor. We were silent on our short journey back. When we entered the room, I went to the bathroom and washed my face, and scooped water from the tap into my mouth, swirled, and spit.

I dried my face with a scratchy towel, then went back to the room. Beth was facing me, with Amanda standing right behind her.

“Mark.” Beth said softly.

I stepped towards her. 

“I’m so sorry that-“ She paused. “No one should have to go through that.”

I nodded and chuckled slightly.

“Yeah. But-“ I said lightheartedly. “We all deal the hands we’re dealt, don’t we?”

Beth smiled. “I’m proud of you. I don’t know you very well, but I’m glad you’re marrying my daughter. And I’m proud that she’s taking your last name.”

My face must’ve shown my shock, because both Amanda and her mom grinned. 

“Really?” I whispered.

Amanda stepped around her mom and took my hands. 

“I had already decided long before today, don’t worry. But, yes. I’m going to be Amanda Sampson. A strong name for a strong woman, don’t you think?” She smirked.

You’ve never asked her to be anything but herself, and she of you. She’s committing to you, to us, to our marriage, more than her first husband. She’s going all in, like you did for her.

I felt the heavy burden of our union, and I accepted it. Gratefully.

I let go of her hands, and took her face in mine. I pulled her in for a kiss, and hungrily devoured her.

“That’s my cue.” Beth quipped. 

She grabbed her bag from the floor and opened the door. 

“I’ll see you two lovebirds on wedding day.” She said as she left the room.

Amanda and I kissed each other ferociously, devoutly, reverently. Our make-out session slowed, then ended with our foreheads touching.

“You don’t want to . ?” She asked.

I shook my head. “I want to . . But, I’m still- I’m still-“

She hushed me gently, and pulled my shirt over my head.

“It’s okay, baby. Let’s just lay together.”

I nodded, and climbed into the hospital bed. I laid on my side, and she curled up against my back. She draped her leg across mine, reached her arm around my chest, and her other hand curled fingers in my hair. 

She held me close, playing with my hair and brushing my chest. Before I could realize, I had fallen asleep in her embrace.

I woke up to see light pouring through the window, but I didn’t feel Amanda. I turned over and found a note on the pillow. I unfolded it, and read Amanda’s gorgeous handwriting.

‘I have to get my dress, darling. I’ll be back later tonight. It’s up to you if you want to entertain the doctor or not.

I love you more than anything.

xxx Amanda’

I yawned deeply, then sat up and stretched. I started thinking about what happened before my nap, but my train of thought was interrupted by Alexis when she opened the door and entered the room.

“Where’s Amanda?” She asked quizzically.

I showed her the note. “She’s getting her wedding dress.”

Alexis raised her eyebrow and shook her head. 

“Duh. I should’ve guessed since you’re leaving tomorrow.”

“Already?” I asked.

Time felt like it had flown by. 

I guess that’s what happens when you’re always surrounded by beautiful women.

She was still in her work scrubs but sat down in the chair.

“Do you wanna talk about your mom?” She asked gently.

I adjusted in the bed so I was facing her comfortably and sighed deeply.

“That was wild. Now she’s all downer, when she used to be, well, a fuckin crackhead.

Alexis nodded. “I remember. She made me drink exactly three glasses of orange juice every time I went over there.”

I looked at her sharply.

“What was with the orange juice? She was so obsessed with orange juice.” I spoke about the bizarre detail.

“It was the only drink other than water that she could afford. The frozen, concentrated dollar tubes, remember?” She reminded me.

“I still don’t know why she made me drink three.” She shook her head.

“One glass was enough.” She muttered.

“Enough for what?” I giggled.

“Enough for-” She chided me. “Enough for you-know-what.”

I grinned. “Maybe the orange juice is why I developed such good facial hair.”

She rolled her eyes. “Thank god for that.”

We heard a knock at the door.

“Come in!” I said measuredly.

Dr. Naidu entered the room, and walked over to my hospital bed.

“You really could’ve left the hospital right after you woke from the coma.” Dr. Naidu said. 

“Seriously?” I asked, not annoyed but rather curious. 

“I had to inspect you, after all. I don’t want you to leave without being-” She started taking off her soft green Van’s. 

“Functional.” She stated, right as she snapped a lace undone.

My cock twitched. 

She stomped on the ground and kicked off her shoe, then untied the other and kicked it off as well. She stood in clean white socks on the floor.

“I cleaned them for you.” She whispered.

I was instantly erect, and she noticed.

She slowly spun facing away from me, then draped her white lab coat delicately down her shoulders, back, then ass and let it fall to the floor. She deftly pulled her shirt off and let it fall. I could see the white lace bra snapped against her back.

She didn’t let her pants fall. She slid them slowly down her deep caramel ass cheeks, revealing lace white panties.

She crawled onto the bed, onto her stomach, and to my side. I spread my legs and spun towards her, watching her curvy ass jiggle with her hips resting on the mattress. 

Her legs extended and dropped her perfect feet onto my lap. She rubbed my hard cock through my thin shorts. After a few good strokes, she used her toes to expertly peel off her socks, then resumed massaging me with her bare feet. 

I groaned as I stared at her perfect brown arches and white painted nails. I glanced to the side to see Alexis stripping down, and felt her climb into bed behind me.

Suddenly, I felt her warm pussy grind against my back as she wrapped her legs around my front. Her feet searched and found my lap, and I quickly pushed my ass off the mattress to slide down my shorts. 

The doctor resumed stroking my cock, her skin warm against it, and I snatched Alexis’ feet and brought her unpainted toes to my mouth. 

I slipped my tongue deep between her toes, realizing she had cleaned her feet too.

Her and Dr. Naidu planned this. I guess she remembered I like them clean.

I gently bit down on her toes as I sucked them greedily, then mumbled as I felt and intense urge push up through my groin.

“Fuck- I think I’m gonna cum already-“

I watched as Dr. Naidu flexibly pushed to her knees, then folded, dropping her ass against my lap where her feet still clutched my cock.

She reached around and slid her panties to the side, then I felt her hand guide my cock to her entrance. 

She bounced up and down, the head of my dick slipping and stretching her hole, until it finally popped in and and gasped.

“Finally!” She yelled.

She wiggled her cheeks back and forth and slid slowly down my length, until her supple ass checks rested on top of the soles of her feet.

I looked down to see her toes poking out from under her ass, and erupted inside her.

“Yes! Yes! Yes!” She grunted loudly, slamming her ass up and down my cock as I filled her with cum. She sat down hard, shuddering and spilling my cum from her pussy down my cock, and flowing over her feet as she came.

“Ffffuuuuuuuuuccckkk-“ She moaned as her walls pulsed around me.

She dropped forward again, her pussy leaving my cock with a white film of cum dripping from it. 

Alexis pulled her feet away, then darted to my cock, coating her lips with my sperm and licking it off. She licked all my cum from the doctor’s toes, sucking them clean. 

“Jesus fuck. That was so hot.” I gasped, trying to catch my breath.

Dr. Naidu shakily got up and out of the bed.

“Indeed.” She said, grinning ear to ear. “Amanda was not wrong about you at all.”

I smiled. “Next time I’ll last longer.”

She smirked as she stepped into her pants and pulled them up her juicy thighs.

“It’s already marked in my calendar.” She mused.

I laughed, and Alexis got up as well. 

“I told her you liked pretty clean feet. I figured you had had a double foot job yet.” She giggled, putting her scrubs back on.

“Yes, well, thank you. Very much.” I clasped my hands together and pretended to bow.

“Stop.” Alexis laughed. “We have to go back to work.”

I nodded. “Amanda should be back soon.”

“Have a good morning, Mr. Sampson.” Dr. Naidu politely said. “You can leave then.”

I nodded eagerly.

Alexis pecked me quickly on the cheek, then left with the doctor.

I shuffled my shorts back on, and laid back on the mattress with my elbows flared out and my hands on the back of my head.

When the sun started setting, Amanda came back to the room. 

“Hi sweetie!” She sang as she entered. 

“Did you have fun with the doctor?” She asked.

I nodded. “Not as much as I do with you, but it was still really hot.”

She smiled, grabbed my hands, then pulled me out of the bed. We shuffled around the floor, poorly attempting to dance. After the third time I stepped on her feet, she started laughing uncontrollably.

“Fascinating, fascinating stuff, Henry.” Amanda quoted to me through giggles.

“In- Sanity!” I said in a dumb British accent, and when she laughed harder, it sounded like a host of golden trumpets. 

I started cupping my balls, then presenting them to her, saying: “Byanc- a! Byanc- a!” in a horribly whiny - once again - British accent, trying to keep her laughing.

She rolled her eyes through a big grin, then kissed me deeply.

“You ready for this shit?” She said, the Mexican culture in her tone emerging.

I nodded, knowing our lives were about to change forever.

“From the window, to the wall, Mommy.”

“Until the sweat drops down my balls.” She said firmly, nodding so that it laid love to bear on my face.

I shook my head. “An' all these bitches crawl.” I said in a deep, Southern American accent.

She smiled. And I kissed her. She was going to be the death of me, and I was eternally made whole with that fact.

“Can you rub this CBD lotion on my back?” Amanda asked.

“Oh, fUCK YEA- I mean.” I gulped and breathed for a second. 

“Absolutely.”

She giggled adorably. “Why are you so into me?”

I shook my head. “I can’t help myself. I’m feral for you.”

She handed me a small white tub that she had retrieved from her purse and handed it to me. She spun facing away from me, fingering the hem of her black shirt, and whisked it over her head intently. I saw her immaculate face in profile as she looked over her right shoulder to me, and with her left hand snapped the black bra she was wearing undone. It fell past her leggings and onto the floor.

“Can you control yourself long enough to rub those strong, thick hands on my back?” She purred.

Your mouth is open, dummy.

I shut my gaping mouth and gulped. 

“For me?” She blinked, her eyelashes moving the wind of the universe.

“I- I think- No, I- I mean, yes, I-“ I stuttered like an absolute fool.

A seduced smile played on her mouth.

“Good boy.”

A television test tone played in my mind as I short-circuited.

“C’mere, stud.” She commanded with the weight of a thousand angels.

She crawled onto the hospital bed, and laid down with her head supported by her arms. Her breasts spilled out the side of her chest, compressed by her weight against the mattress.

“Y- yes Mommy.” I croaked.

I shuffled to the end of the bed and clambered atop it, then moved up her body until I was perched, sitting on her legs, just underneath her ass.

My steel-hard cock pressed into her curvy, supple cheeks and rested between them. I was frozen in admiration before I remembered what I needed to do. I opened the white tub and found a scented cream inside. I collected it with my fingers, warmed it by cupping my hands together, and breathed hotly into them. 

I pressed my palms firmly into her back above her hips and slid them upwards, easing the tension. She groaned softly and buried her head in her arms.

I worked thoroughly, identifying tight muscles and knots and then releasing them using circlular motions with my thumbs. 

Her sounds of pleasure throughout my massage sounded exactly like I was fucking her, like she was having orgasms just from my hands. My cock was dripping precum, staining the front of my shorts as I ground my pelvis into her.

She wiggled her ass back into me, clearly enjoying my servicing.

My mind was blank, and I soon found myself trembling once the cream soaked into her skin, and I delicately played my fingers up and down her back until she came back into focus.

“Now my feet, darling.” She whispered. 

I dismounted carefully, but before I left the bed, I couldn’t help but bury my face in her ass.

I shoved my chin between her thighs and pushed my nose between her cheeks, and rested my eyes into them. I breathed her in, soaking up her scent.

“Such a good boy.” She cooed, as she wiggled her ass in my face. 

“My feet, please baby. I’ve been on them all day.” She asked after a minute of my divided attention.

She had to ask you twice.

I snapped my head up. “I’m sorry. Sorry.”

She giggled. “It’s okay, baby boy. I know you’re hungry for me.”

I nodded, then swung off the bed, and sat on the edge of it facing away from her, as she spread her legs. She wrapped her legs around my hips and dropped her feet into my lap, the soles of them facing upwards.

I was practically salivating. 

“I cleaned them before I came back.” She read my mind. 

God has blessed me again, and her feet are in my lap.

She raised her feet to my face, where I grabbed them and brought her toes to my lips. 

“Mommy . .” I murmured softly, my eyelids becoming heavy.

Will she have to ask a third time?

My eyes snapped open, and I sat each porcelain foot back down in my lap. I got the tub of cream again, and warmed some lotion in my hands like I had done before. 

“How did you realize I liked feet? I didn’t even know.” I asked.

“I think that I am the reason you like feet in the first place.” She giggled.

“Because of . .” I trailed off.

I took her right foot in my hands then methodically massaged the sole of her foot, firmly releasing the knots upwards with my thumbs, depositing the medicine into her skin.

She hummed in approval.

“That first day I brought you into my office, I was barefoot, remember? I knew you wanted me, but I didn’t want to just spill out my cleavage for you.” She laughed.

“So I tested you. I knew that if you wanted the lowest part of my body-“ She interrupted herself with a heavy sigh.

I must be good at this.

“You would want- uhhhh- every- oh!- inch of me.”

I smiled. 

There isn’t an inch of her I don’t want.

“You activated a new kink in me.” I noted.

“You’ve given me new- interests- as- well-“ She grunted.

Amanda shuffled, and I turned my head to see her move her arms and bury her face in the pillows. She groaned gutterally and deep.

“Does that feel good, Mommy?” I asked as I increased the pressure on the ball of her foot.

“Uuuuuhhhhh- yyyyeeessss-“ She moaned.

I realized I was giving too much attention to only one foot and leaving the other one out, so I kissed it delicately and put it back in my lap. I picked up the other one, got more lotion and warmed it, and started from the beginning.

“Do you like rubbing Mommy’s feet?” She purred and started teasing my rock hard cock with the foot I had finished with.

I nodded eagerly. “I’m leaking precum like a faucet for you.”

“Ohhhh.” She shuddered and shifted again.

As I worked harder into the sole of her foot, relieving her pressure points, I heard her moans grow louder and louder. I turned my head and saw she had dug one arm underneath her, into her leggings.

Mommy is fingering herself while I massage her feet.

“Oh fuck!” She cried.

“Are you gonna cum for me while I rub your feet, Mommy?” I asked.

“Yes- oh god- just like that- you’re such a- uughhh-“ She cried.

“Please Mommy. Please cum for me. I need you to cum for me.” I begged.

“Good! BOY!” She screamed.

Her toes curled, her body convulsed, and her legs squeezed my hips as her mountainous orgasm consumed her. She shuddered and writhed in pleasure, slowly easing down, until she pulled her hand away from her pussy.

Her breaths shuddered, until she caught them. 

“Get on the bed.” She demanded.

I let go of her feet and stood up, and she rolled to the side and got off. I flung my shirt off and dropped my shorts, feeling the small mess I had already made in them. I hopped onto the mattress and laid down on my back where she had been.

“Sit up.” She ordered as she bent at the waist and peeled off her leggings. 

I pushed myself up and scooted backward to the plastic headboard and rested against it. She climbed onto the bed and stepped over my legs, looking down past her glorious naked body at me.

“I’m taking what’s mine, Husband.” She growled.

“Please Mommy. Please, Wife.” I whimpered.

Her lips curled into a smile.

“Good boy.”

She squatted down, her feet flat on either side of my hips, and dropped her pussy onto my cock. It pressed against me, and she rubbed her sopping-wet pussy up and down, sliding along its length.

“Ohhhh fuckkkk-“ I wailed, and careened forward into her.

I wrapped both hands around her and buried my face into her breasts. I could feel her pussy juice leaking all over my lap and down between my legs.

She enveloped me with her arms, squeezing me tighter into her chest, compressing me into herself.

“Thank you for letting me control you.” She whispered lovingly.

I hugged her tight, then pulled my head back to look up at her face.

“What, baby?” She asked as she pulled a hand from my body and tenderly caressed my cheek with it.

“Why- why do you let me fuck other girls?” I asked nervous.

She smiled and shrugged.

“Why not? I’m not particularly jealous, and both you and I get to have fun.” She replied.

I gave her a look, and she knew that wasn’t enough of an answer. 

She sighed, stopped grinding, and put her knees down onto the mattress, sitting on me fully.

“I like making you satisfied.”

“I feel like- for the most part, other than Kiya, I’m only satisfied with you.”

She nodded. “I know, darling. But I am only one woman, and you are a sexual dynamo.”

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“I mean, you would fuck me to death if I let you.” She giggled. 

“I’m not twenty-one like you are anymore. I can’t fuck for hours. And-“ She paused and looked down.

“I’m selfish.”

I was confounded.

“How does letting me fuck other women make you selfish?” I asked quizzically.

She pierced me with her brilliant brown eyes. 

“Because with me, you only last as long as I desire.”

I gave her a blank look, not understanding.

She grinned. “Hell, I bet I could make you cum just by shoving you against a door and rubbing your big cock through your pants.”

My face flushed and I looked down, embarrassed.

“No no no.” She lifted my chin to meet her eyes again.

“No shame. I love it. I yearn for it. It’s my will that lets you orgasm. I control how fast or slow I want it to be.”

I gulped and a glob of precum seeped out of my cock.

“Other than Kiya, you can fuck the girls indefinitely. Because you’re not connected to them. Letting you pleasure these girls how they need it distracts you from me, and keeps you sensitive to my touch. You’re like a lion, with his lioness harem. Except I-“

She gripped my chin and pulled my face to hers. Her lips brushed against mine briefly.

“I am the Queen.”

She kissed me, our love flowing like a river of emotion between us. We breathed each other’s air, circumventing the need for oxygen, if only for a moment. We separated, gasping, and I stared back into her eyes, and shook my head.

“No. You’re God.”

She looked back in shock and trembled at my words. I bucked my hips, and pulled hers up, then angled my cock at her entrance.

“Ooohhhhhhhhhh-“ She moaned as I penetrated her, filling her pussy completely with my thick cock.

She climaxed instantly. She shuddered and writhed in pleasure, and I almost bursted with her.

“Mommy- ugh, fuck- I need to know- oh god” I dropped my head from the sheer, insurmountable pleasure.

“Ugh- ugh- know- what- baby?” She grunted as she bucked her hips, bouncing on my lap having recovered from her second orgasm of many.

“How many- times have you- ugh- cum in a row- with someone before?” I choked out.

“Ugh- uhhhh-“ She moaned as she thought.

“Teh- ten. I’ve only cum ten times before. But you’ve done, eight, I think.”

I shook my head. “I can’t marry you.”

“What!?” She said, panicked.

“You’re not mine until I’ve beaten the record.” I growled.

She grinned, breathless. “You- you’ve already given me two.”

“One of those doesn’t count ‘cause it wasn’t with my cock.”

I slammed my hips up against her hard, and she squealed and trembled, her third orgasm taking over. 

“Yes. Please. Please Mommy. I need this.”

She nodded weakly, and I continued.

I fucked her relentlessly, forcing my own pleasure into the back of my brain, willing my cock to cooperate.

Number two.

She was an angel. Her moans and cries were music to my ears.

Number four.

She rode me, hard. She fucked her orgasms out of me.

Number Seven.

Her body was feral, convulsing as if she was having a seizure. She clung to me for dear life, spilling her squirt over my body as I splashed it back inside her.

Number twelve. 

She was limp, barely breathing, and whimpering softly. 

“Hold on. Please hold on.” I begged her. 

She nodded.

“M- muh- make Mommy cum.” She murmured.

Number fourteen.

I was clutching her ass cheeks in my hands, picking her up and slamming her back down on my cock. Every time she landed, her squirt splashed up into my face from the puddle collected between us. My face was wet already from tears. Her head collapsed onto my shoulder; her breath was shaky and unsteady.

“Please.” I sobbed. “Please cum for me Mommy. I’m so close-“

My body was wracked with the pure intensity of unreleased pleasure, and I shook violently as Amanda lifted her head and reached behind our bodies.

“I can’t- I can’t hold it in anymore!”

She pulled her feet over my thighs, squishing her calves against her own as she locked her feet between my legs, cupping her toes underneath my balls. I felt her push hard from her pelvic floor before she spoke.

“Cum for Mommy.” She commanded, peering into my soul.

Her walls opened and accepted my cock even deeper, and as she leaned back her pussy squirted a stream powerful enough to ricochet off my abs, splashing me in the face. I consumed her water, catching as much of it in my mouth as I could, and it forced my orgasm to erupt.

I flooded her pussy with cum and she flooded my body with squirt as we came simultaneously, united as one as our dams broke.

Our moans echoed the room and I pumped semen inside of her, filling her to the brim as she overflowed translucent fluid down my body, impregnating the mattress forever with her salacious scent. I jerked back and forth as I emptied my vessel into her, fighting desperately to keep from slipping into unconsciousness.

Her screams pierced my ears, keeping me grounded in my unreal reality.

Fif- teen.

I gasped for breath through tears, and buried my head once more in her breasts. Her arms clung to my neck and her head dropped to mine, and she kissed my hair as she cried with me.

“Oh my god.” She wept. “Oh my god. Oh fuck.”

“Are you okay?” I asked, worried.

She lifted her head from mine so I could look at her.

“Yes, baby, are you okay?” She said weakly.

I nodded. “That was- holy fuck.”

I couldn’t bring to words what I felt in that moment. I had consumed her, and she had consumed me. We were one in the flesh, eternally and always, and the next day we would be one in soul.

She looked into my eyes, and her face scrunched as she began crying again. Tears fell from my face as well as she cupped it in her hands and kissed me.

Our tongues tangled as our lips parted, and we drank each other and our tears. 

We didn’t bother trying to clean up. We grabbed a blanket and curled up under it, wet from our sex, and looked at each other.

“I love you.” We both said in unison, and we giggled together, exchanging light kisses as we gradually fell asleep in each other's arms.