Today was rough. I had just finished my ten-hour shift at the factory and was driving home. I was excited to see my girlfriend Courtney, and my cat Lincoln, but more than that I was really and truly exhausted.

Working in a factory that has no AC, in which the temperature rises ten-plus degrees than the temperature outside, during the summer, is a hard thing to do each and every day. It paid the bills, and my girlfriend worked as well, but we were struggling.

I parked the car and walked through the complex, thanking my past self for pushing Courtney to let us get an apartment on the ground floor. I unlocked the door and walked inside. Lincoln, my fat black cat, was waiting for me.

“Hello, sir. How are you doing?” I asked.

“He’s been very clingy since I got home.” Courtney said from the couch.

I grinned and looked over to her. She was gorgeous, and I was lucky to have her. Courtney and I began dating when I was twenty, and she was nineteen. We’d been together three years, so she was twenty-two and I twenty-three. We were young, but surviving on our own: together.

My girlfriend was very skinny when I met her, as was I. She had long brown hair, beautiful blue eyes, and a smile that could punch me in the face. All I ever wanted to do was make her laugh, and the last three years had given me plenty of practice.

Over the years we had put on a little weight together, relaxing from the constant need to be sexually desirable on the market. I gained a few pounds of muscle, being active in the gym, and more than a few in my stomach, thankfully only slightly bigger than it used to be.

Courtney gained some weight too, but the lord saw fit to bless her, and me, with more curves in her chest and ass. She was 5’9”, an inch shorter than me, and carried it royally. She was just as sexy to me as when I first met her, if not more so. Intimacy and closeness bring out a different, subtler kind of lust.

“Hi, beautiful.” I said to her lovingly.

“Hello, handsome Henry.” She grinned. “Are you okay?”

She must’ve seen how disheveled and beaten down I was today. I sighed heavily, set down my things, kicked off my shoes, and gingerly sat at the edge of the couch cushion. I was still in my dirty outside clothes and didn’t want to get the couch dirty with them.

“I’m so tired.” I confessed.

She rested her hand on my arms. Her touch was so warm and careful, and it made me spill.

My head dropped, and my eyes teared. “I feel like I’m working my fingers to the bone - killing myself, for nothing.”

“Baby . .” She whispered.

“It’s not enough. It’s never enough. You deserve better.” I muttered.

“Let’s go take a shower.” She said in a gentle, firm tone.

I nodded sadly.

She stood and helped me up, then took me by the hand and led me to the bathroom. When we got there, she stripped my shirt over my head and looked over my shoulder into the mirror. She dragged her fingers down my chest and stomach.

“I’m getting fat.” I pouted.

She shook her head. “No. You’re bigger, and stronger than when we first met. You have a little chub but-“ She squeezed playfully. “I think it’s sexy.”

My face tinged red. I dropped my pants and got naked as she stripped out of her clothes. I brought the shower curtain to the side, turned on the warm water, and got in. She followed quickly, then pushed me under the water. She dragged her palms across my body, letting the water carry away the dirt and shame.

She pulled me from under the water, pumped a glob of shampoo into her hands, and lathered it into my hair. Her fingernails itched and combed my scalp, frothing it with soap as she massaged my head. I couldn’t help but moan slightly, and tear up at the pure loving sensation.

“It’s okay. I’m here. You can cry if you need to. I’m not going to judge you. I love you, Henry.” She coddled me.

I took a deep breath and exhaled all my fear and worry. I let myself be taken by her skilled hands as she washed my hair, and I didn’t cry, but tears flowed from my eyes, down my body, and down the drain with the water.

She leaned my head forward and rinsed my head. When it was clear of soap, she took a washcloth and body wash and cleaned me. She started with my back, since my front was being barraged by the shower head. She scrubbed the dirt from my back slowly, taking time and care, following the muscles in my back with purpose. She spun me around and started at my neck, then down my chest, and my stomach. I kissed her, took the washcloth, and cleaned the rest of myself.

I would’ve let her wash my cock, but I wasn’t in the mood. I was too tired and sad. She understood, and let me continue until I was finished, and I rinsed off.

“Dry off and go lay in bed, please. I’ll be done in a minute.” She said plainly.

I nodded. “Okay, baby.”

I stepped out through the curtain, grabbed a towel, and dried off. I heard her washing herself as I picked up our dirty clothes, located our phones, and walked to our bedroom. I put our phones on the bed, threw our clothes in the hamper, then plopped down on the bed. After a few minutes, Courtney shut off the water, toweled off, then came into the bedroom with a towel wrapped around her body, and one around her head.

She was magnificent. She came inside the bedroom, closed the door, and climbed onto the bed. She sat down in the center cross-legged.

“Come.” She patted her lap.

“What?” I asked, smiling.

“Come lay in my lap.”

“Okay.” I laughed, then spun my body around, and rested my head in her lap.

I was looking directly up at her, and she gently caressed my face.

“Mommy.” I said jokingly.

“If you need me to be.” She said seriously.

“W- what?” I asked.

My cock grew slightly.

“I can be your Mommy.” She whispered.

I gulped, and my cock grew harder.

“Do you want me to be your Mommy?” She asked softly.

Her face was full of love and affection, and I knew she wasn’t joking. My cock was fully erect.

Your dick made its choice.

I nodded, slowly.

“Good boy.” She praised.

My eyes began to tear up. It was a strange sensation, being wholly in her loving space. I was rock hard, fully and totally aroused, but I was also crying, the emotions draining down my face.

“What’s happening-“ I started to say.

“It’s okay. You’re okay. I love you.” She said gently.

One hand continued to caress my face, and her other hand trailed down my chest and met the towel at my waist. She undid the loose knot, and unfolded the towel into the bed, freeing my erection.

“Ugh-“ I grunted as she wrapped her fingers around my cock.

“Shhh. Let it out, baby. You can cry for me. You can cry for Mommy.”

My face scrunched and I began heaving sobs. Everything, all of my pain and anguish came forth and spilled from me. I buried my face into her as I cried, and she undid her towel so I could press against her skin. My tears wet her body, and she slowly stroked my cock up and down tenderly as I wept.

My body was wracked with heaving sobs for several minutes as she cuddled, caressed, and loved me. She never stopped gently stroking my cock up and down, and suddenly, my dick clenched and a singular rope of cum shot across my stomach. I braced unexpectedly.

“It’s okay!” She said excitedly. “Cum for me. Cum for Mommy.”

My cock swelled, and her hand milked faster and faster.

“I love you, Mommy.” I groaned into her.

“I love you too, baby boy.” She whispered.

I released what I was holding back, and unleashed rope upon rope of cum on myself.

“Uh- uh- ughhhh-“ I moaned, or rather, whimpered as I exploded.

My hot sticky semen drenched my stomach, and Courtney’s hand suddenly found lubrication with it, pumping faster and faster.

“More.” She urged. “More!”

Like a wave of fresh heaven and hell, I felt myself contract once more, and I bent my head towards my cock in shock. I came again, immediately following my first climax, and the first, or second, I suppose, jet of cum splashed onto my lips. Only two more ropes landed on my stomach and I collapsed my head back into her lap, spent.

“Oh- my- ugh-“ I moaned incoherently.

My tongue instinctively licked my lips, and I tasted my delicious cum on them.

“It tastes so good.” I whimpered.

I took a heaving breath, I stared up at my gorgeous girlfriend's face.

“What the fuck was that?” I asked, scared.

She shook her head. “I don’t know, but that was so fucking hot.”

I nodded in agreement. “I should call you Mommy more often.”

“You should let me peg you.” She stated plainly.

“W- what?”

“I mean, it’s not too far off from calling me Mommy.” She shrugged. “You used to play with your ass when you masturbated, didn’t you?”

“I mean, yeah, I guess . .” I went quiet.

“We don’t have to go straight into it. We can build up easy and slow. I just think you’d like it.” I looked at her face. She looked hungry.

“I think I would like it. I mean, your ass is so fat . . I want to see it jiggle while I fuck you.” She whispered.

My cock somehow, and miraculously, responded by twitching.

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you? You want Mommy to fuck your tight little ass?” She said in an aggressive low voice.

My hips bucked slightly. “I trust you but . . Let’s just go slow, please.

She took the hand that had brought me to climax, now covered in cum, and caressed my face with it. I nuzzled against it without hesitation, rubbing the cum into my skin and licking up what I could.

“You’re such a perfect, good baby boy.” She cooed.

Oh boy. This is gonna be a whole thing, isn’t it?

We cuddled and talked for a while, then took a quick shower to clean up my cum. We sat in bed together the rest of the night, doing some research. We already knew most of what needed to happen, being that we already occasionally had anal sex, with Courtney receiving. It wasn’t too difficult to switch places. I gave her some cash for the following day so she could visit the local sex shop, and we snuggled close, falling asleep with me as the little spoon, with her arms around me.

The next day, it was all I could think about at work. I got reprimanded a few times for staring off into space, imagining what would happen when I got home.

When I finally got home after work, Courtney was waiting for me, and jumped up and down in excitement.

“I can’t wait. Are you ready?”

I nodded, and stripped my filthy clothes. My hard cock sprang up to greet her.

“Oh my, you are ready.” She purred. “Go shower!”

I nodded, and quickly ran to the bathroom. I used the toilet, which conveniently had a bidet, to clean myself well, before showering off. I took my time cleaning myself, and even shaving my balls and cock, so they were at least semi-pleasant to look at. After I was done, I wrapped the towel around my waist and met Courtney in the bedroom.

She held up a small, pink pair of boxer briefs.

“Put these on.” She ordered.

I dropped my towel and grabbed the underwear, and slid them up my legs and around my waist.

“Look in the mirror.”

I turned and looked at our full-length mirror that hung on the wall. In it, I was tall, and muscular, with thick thighs that stretched the sheer, three-inch inseam briefs. I turned around and saw how it lifted and shaped my ass, and I bounced my ass in the mirror, watching it jiggle.

“Oh my fucking god, I’m getting hard just looking at myself.”

I turned again and saw my massive bulge protruding from the pink fabric, showing the clear definition of my hard shaft, and the veins that ran along it.

Courtney walked behind me, and her hand reached down and fondled my ass. She kissed my neck as her other hand reached around my front and began stroking my cock through the delicate fabric. I watched as the pink at the tip of my cock grew darker from precum. She slipped her fingers between my cheeks and began rubbing my asshole.

“Oh fuck.” I whispered.

“You are so fucking sexy.” She murmured.

“Thank you, Mommy.” I moaned back.

“Come here.”

She pulled me backward, then jumped onto the bed, spread-eagle on her back.

“Lay on your back, between my legs, on top of me.” She cooed.

I climbed onto the bed and did as she asked, my ass resting between her thighs. My head rested next to hers, my back weighted against her pillowy breasts, and my legs spread against hers. Her hands roamed freely up my chest, and down my abs, until they rested on my crotch. One hand caressed my balls over the underwear, and her other hand resumed stroking my cock through the fabric.

“Oh fuck. It feels so good. Why does it feel so good?” I whined.

“Because you're such a good fucking boy.” She growled.

My cock spasmed, and she pumped faster and faster. I looked down and saw the dark spot of precum growing.

“Oh fuck. Mommy- oh- fuck- Mommy!” I cried as I came, spilling load after load of semen into my pink underwear.

It was hot and wet, and she didn’t stop stroking until I twitched from the sheer sensitivity.

Both her hands peeled down my briefs, and she used her fingers to scoop the milky white cum from them, and brought them to my lips.

“Taste your cum, baby.” She purred.

I opened my lips and her fingers slid onto my tongue, and I tasted my salty sweet cum. I sucked on her fingers, trying to get every last drop. She reached down and scraped the rest of my cum away, and fed it all to me.

“Good boy. You’re such a good boy.” She whispered, rocking back and forth as I closed my eyes in her embrace.

“What about the pegging?” I asked innocently.

I felt her shrug.

“We can do it tomorrow. I couldn’t help myself. I had to make you cum. You look so fucking hot.”

I snuggled back against her, wrapping her arms tighter around me.

“I love you, Mommy. Thank you.”

“Of course, baby. You’ve been such a good boy for me.”