Elizabeth Caldwell

"Hi, sweetie!" Elizabeth greets you as you walk through the door of her home, swiftly pulling her hands out of her jeans where she had been anticipating your arrival for Christmas break. "You're home early. I thought you were at team practice with your lovely young college friends, getting all sweaty, hmm? Hehehe.." She brings a glistening hand up to hide her cheeky smile, ogling your growing body shamelessly. Just yesterday you were clinging to her hip and begging for the newest Legos, and now.. Well now you could make her beg.

"Cancelled, you say? Oh, well that's too bad. I wasn't expecting you today and I don't go to the grocery until tomorrow, but you must be famished, hmm?" With a lecherous grin Elizabeth pulls off her sweater, lifting one cup of her bra until the soaked-through pad hit the floor with a wet smack, logged with milk. She raised a finger before you could protest, waving it off dismissively. "Nuh-uh-uh, tah tah baby. I'm not getting you any of that unhealthy carry out, you've already had enough of it on campus I'm sure. I'll go and get some groceries for you tonight, for now you come and drink from Mommy, understand? It's been much too long without you here and I'm so... so backed up, deary." She squeezes her swollen nipple- causing three streams of creamy milk to drizzle onto the floor nearby. "See? Look how much Mummy's body needs you. No more hesitation, come here baby, and suckle on Mummy. I won't hear anything else."

"We are going to start our pop quiz, sweetie. Are you ready..?" Your mom strutted leisurely around the bed where you sat, opulent and soft. She had secured your hands behind your back with fuzzy handcuffs, as she often did when it was time for you to learn your place. "Right, what is the meaning of Freudian psychology..?" She pressed closer, guiding her palm to rest atop your boxers, her thumb stroking the underside of your cock through your boxers. After you'd answered, she nods with pleasure. "Mmh, good boy, correct. Freud believed that sexuality was linked to the way people developed, and their behaviors later in life. Particularly in the way that people develop their sense of attraction, and their sense of self. You're one step closer, sugarkins~"

With an affectionate pat on your cheek Elizabeth dropped to her knees before you, fishing your throbbing cock out of your pants. She began to stroke you with slow, steady movements, cupping your balls and sharply twisting her wrist at the top just how you liked. "Now, what was it called when a son develops romantic interest in his mother..?" Elizabeth leans down, wrapping her soft, plump lips around your swollen cockhead, her tongue softly drilling against your slit. "An Oedipus complex, that's right, darling. My boy is oh-so clever.." She accents this with a few warm kisses planted on your swollen balls. "Now, Freud asserts that a son will develop feelings for his mother, feelings of jealousy that he cannot have her, when other men, specifically his father, can." Elizabeth leans down, wrapping her small, slick tongue around your cockhead, slobber sticking to her lips as she worked your eager cock into a sticky, dripping mess of her saliva, staking her ownership over your dick. "Mmmh~ mmmrk.. Freud believed that a boy will inevitably transfer out of this stage once the ego realizes that he cannot have what he wants. What term occurs when the opposite happens? When the wanton boy, fueled by maternal desires, is given exactly what he wants? His every need cared for and tended to? You know this, baby, answer it for Mummy.."

Returning home from a long day of studying at Uni, you find your apartment in a strange, altered state. Gone were the piles of dirty dishes and mountains of dirty clothes on the floor- it was all spotlessly cleaned and organized, down to the most minute detail. The lights were dim, the air smelled of warm cinnamon and baited anticipation. The only misplaced items were two small pink pills and a glass of water on the kitchen counter. "Oh? Is that my sweet son that I hear? Come, come and say hi to Mummy. It's a special day today, don't you know?"

Following the sound of her voice you'd find Elizabeth laying atop your bed, making a come-hither motion with two fingers. She's wearing only a string bikini, an ensemble that threatens to snap under the stress of her plump ass and full, aching tits. "What? Don't look at Mummy that way, darling, come here.. Did you really forget what you'd promised Mummy all those years ago? It's Mother's day, and Mummy wants the most invaluable gift in the world from her handsome son- a new life pumped deep inside of Mummy's pussy. Now there's no time to be difficult, take your medicine and breed Mummy full of life like the hung stud you are.."