Volume 12 Chapter 1 Interlude – The Night of the Beastly Mature Woman and the Boy
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
”Because of you, everything was accomplished so smoothly this time. I must give you something in return, mustn’t I?”
To hear such words directed at me—a mere slave—was more honor than I could bear. Master’s generosity extended not only to me but also to Ms. Lena, Ms. Vera, and even to my daughter, Georgia. I bowed inwardly, overcome by His kindness, and renewed my vow of absolute loyalty.
And as for the gift He wished to grant me—ah, truth be told, there was one service I had long yearned to give.
So I gathered all my courage.
”Then, Master… forgive my boldness, but… tonight, just for one night, would You allow me to be Your mama, and You my boy?”
I begged Him thus, heart pounding in reverence and forbidden desire.
* * *
The four of us—slaves bound by love and devotion—held what we called the “Slave Council.” There we shared everything: His moods, His work, His lovers and companions, and most importantly, His preferences during the sacred service of the night.
One evening, Vera said something that shook me deeply:
”I want to be Soyuu’s mama, and spoil him endlessly. He loves it so much when I do.”
Her words pierced me. It was true—during our nights together, Master often allowed Himself to be tender, to lean into us with boyish sweetness. I had felt it myself, how His warmth awakened a strange motherly ache in me. But never did I imagine He would call Vera mama.
How envious I was…
Yes, Vera looked the youngest among us, but in truth, she was the eldest. That contradiction alone made my chest burn, but it mattered little. What mattered was mama.
Among us, I alone—Mor—had borne and raised a child. I alone held the experience of true motherhood. If anyone should embody that role, it should be me. Yet it was Vera He called mama.
I swallowed my resentment, reminding myself: slaves have no right to demand. We exist to serve, not to shape His desires. And yet… when He offered me a reward, how could I not seize this chance? My only wish was to become His mama, to lavish Him with boundless love as my boy.
* * *
”Uh… then, mama?”
That single word, spoken in His sweet upward glance, made my body shudder. My knees went weak, and I nearly lost control. Foolish Mor! What kind of mama loses herself so easily?
I steadied my breath. “Come now, my dear boy… come into my arms.”
I spread them wide, beckoning Him. Such forwardness from a slave should have been unthinkable, but His earlier command echoed in me: ‘If I become your boy, you must truly be my mama.’
His word was absolute. To serve, I had to abandon my reverence and fully embody mama. Yet for a beastwoman, trained from birth to bow in submission before her male, this was no small trial.
Ah, what a daunting path this service had revealed!
I thought of the others. Lena, a zealot, would obey any command without hesitation. Vera, the very originator of this play, needed no guidance. Georgia, carefree and bright, would surely turn it into her own delight.
Then so must I. I chose to follow Vera’s example and become mama perfectly. After all, had I not started this? I had to see it through.
I lifted my gaze, softened it as I did with Georgia, and met His eyes.
”Mama! Mama’s body is so warm!”
He flung Himself into my arms, smiling with innocent joy.
”Oh, my boy… my precious boy!”
Tears blurred my vision as I clutched Him close and fell back onto the bed. He nuzzled into my chest, rubbing His cheek against me like a kitten.
”Look, my boy. Mama’s breasts you love so much.”
I drew His head toward me, guiding Him gently. He grinned, “Heheh,” and latched onto me, mouth warm and eager.
Ah… how utterly adorable. Pleasure lanced through me, trembling down to my very bones. Though I had not borne a son, it felt as though milk welled within me, aching to be given.
”Mamaa… I wuv your boobies…”
My boy suckled with a blissful smile, one hand kneading my other breast, while below, His body was already hard and upright. Once, I had feared that proud manhood, revered it even. But as my boy’s, it was nothing but sweet and innocent to me.
I sat up slightly, holding Him sideways to my breast, while my other hand cradled His tender manhood.
Thump, thump—it pulsed warmly in my palm, each beat brimming with life. My heart swelled, and inexplicable tears ran down my face.
”Mama? What’s wrong? Are you sad?” he asked, releasing my nipple and peering at me with worried eyes.
”No, no… not sad. Mama is so happy. Happy that her boy is this strong, this alive.”
I stroked him gently, and he relaxed again, returning eagerly to my breast.
”Drink, my boy… drink, and let Mama make you feel so good… until you spill all your sweet, creamy seed…”
As he suckled at my breast, I wrapped my hand around his hardness, stroking him slowly. He smiled, nipping at my nipple and teasing my other breast. The gentle pleasure made me smile too, and we gazed at each other, lost in our intimate moment.
”Come on, stroke it. Stroke it. Does it feel good, my boy? Can you release all your creamy seed? Come on, you can do it. You can do it.”
I teased him like a child, yet my touch was precise, knowing exactly where to please him. His eyes grew pleading, and I knew what he wanted.
”You don’t need to hold back, my boy. Release whenever you’re ready. Mama will help you spill every drop of your creamy seed. Come on, stroke it, release it, you can do it.”
I whispered into his ear, “You can do it, you can do it, release it all, you can do it. Empty your balls, you can do it,” as I stroked him faster. Then…
”Ngg! Nnnggghhhh—!”
His face buried in my breast, he moaned adorably as his hardness pulsed, releasing his seed. It shot out with such force that I cupped his tip, rubbing his sensitive head in time with his thrusts. He shuddered, spilling his hot seed into my hand.
”Good boy, good boy. You released so much, you’re amazing. Your hardness is so good, and your balls too, good boy, good boy.”
My hand slick with his seed, I stroked his spent hardness and balls, savoring the wet, squelching sounds. It looked so delicious that I swallowed hard, unable to resist.
”You did so well, my boy. Let Mama take care of you.”
Of course, that was just an excuse. I straddled his head, taking his hardness into my mouth, my long tongue wrapping around his balls.
”Mama’s core is cute. I’ll lick it too,” he said, pulling me closer and teasing my folds with his tongue. Despite my wetness, he was relentless—passionate yet gentle, lapping up my juices and even loving my most intimate place.
”Ohh! Ohh, ughh!”
With his hardness in my mouth, I couldn’t help but make indecent noises. But he seemed to love it, his tongue growing bolder as his hardness swelled, dripping with pre-seed. When he began thrusting into my mouth, I took him deep, my tongue swirling to help him release.
”Mama! I’m—I’m again!”
As I teased his tight bud, he thrust hard, spilling his seed into my mouth. At the same time, he clung to my hips, his tongue plunging into my core, driving me over the edge.
”Mmmphhhh!”
His loving touches made me climax too. I swallowed every drop, my tongue moving slowly to help him finish. After he stilled, I licked his tip, savoring the last of his seed. He whimpered softly, so cute it warmed my heart. We stayed like that, licking and savoring each other, lost in our afterglow.
Soon, his hardness grew firm again, and my core ached for him, dripping with need.
”My boy…”
”Mama…”
Words were unnecessary now. I lay back, spreading my legs, offering my glistening core to him.
”Come… release yourself inside Mama’s core this time. Mama belongs to you, so do as you please.”
I opened my arms, and he crawled closer, his hardness glistening as he positioned himself at my entrance. I guided him in, and with one thrust, he buried himself inside me. His thick shaft stretched me, his ridge rubbing deliciously against my walls.
”You did so well, getting all the way in. Now, release yourself inside Mama’s core, you can do it.”
I held him close, whispering in his ear. He nodded eagerly and began to move.
”Ahh, ahh, you’re so good. Keep going, let’s feel good together.”
Watching him thrust with all his might filled me with a tender, loving pleasure. The forbidden thrill of being used by my son made my tail tingle.
Was this normal in the human realm? In the world of beastfolk, it wasn’t uncommon. We females find our greatest joy in submitting to a strong male, so mother and daughter serving the same male wasn’t unusual.
But right now, there was only my boy and me. And he was ready to release once more.
On the other hand, in families where the pillar—the strong male—had been lost for some reason, it was rare but not unheard of for the son, if he was as strong and noble as his father, to take his place and lead the family. In such cases, even the mother who bore him would submit as one of his females, offering her body. Of course, some mothers even bore their son’s children.
What kind of pleasure would it bring to entwine with a male who is both your beloved son and your dominant husband?
I had fantasized about such things for years in the world of beastfolk. And now, though it’s only in a pretend way, my long-held fantasy is taking shape! Of course, it’s just a formality, but to me, my master is both the dominant male I submit to and my precious boy. It’s more than enough to fill my heart. Proof of that is how my shameless core has been trembling with delight since earlier. What they call “constantly climaxing.”
”Ah! Ah! Ah!? My boy’s is amazing! Mama’s intimate place is easily overwhelmed!” I said, breathless.
Now, there’s not a shred of composure left for me to guide my boy as his mother. I can only offer my body, crying out in ecstasy as my beloved, the male I respect, grants me pleasure. But even my boy seems to be reaching his limit.
”Ahh! Mama! Mama! I’m going to release! I’ll fill Mama’s place with so much!” he exclaimed.
Clinging to my waist, he began thrusting fiercely, ready to release. Yes, he’s about to fill my core. Of course, as his mother, I must assist him.
”Release it! Fill Mama’s intimate place with your seed!”
Dripping with feminine essence, drooling, tongue lolling, I still assist my beloved boy. I wrap my arms around his waist, slip my fingers into his sacred place, and stroke his sensitive spot while whispering,
”Come here.”
I endured the overwhelming pleasure with all my might, whispering into his ear. And then—
”Ahh! It’s coming out!?”
As if my words were the signal, my boy began to release fiercely into my core. It echoed inside me, a throbbing sensation, as he filled me. Of course, to maximize his pleasure, I moved my fingers in rhythm with his release, and with my thumb and forefinger, I stroked his manhood.
”Mama!!”
My boy clung to me tightly, his body trembling as he released into me again and again. Ah, he’s enjoying it once more… I’m so happy…
The moment I felt I’d fulfilled my role, the pleasure I’d been holding back overwhelmed me.
”Ah… ah… ah…”
A scorching ecstasy consumed me once more. I climaxed fiercely, still holding my boy, tears, snot, and drool streaming down my face, even leaking a little. But to such a shameless mother, my boy said,
”Mama, your intimate place felt so amazing… thank you… I love you… mmm… slurp…”
He clung to me, enveloping me, and tenderly licked my drooling tongue.
”Ah… my boy… my precious boy… I love… you…”
Pathetically, I lost consciousness right there.
* * *
The next morning, I woke to find myself being used by my boy, and I climaxed instantly. Looking up, I saw him with dark circles under his eyes, a look of pure ecstasy on his face—
”Haa, haa… Mama! Mama! I’m going to release again! I’ll fill Mama’s intimate place!”
He was giving me his release for what felt like the hundredth time. It seemed he’d been using me all night. Now I remembered—those dreams of being brought to climax repeatedly… they weren’t dreams after all.
Later, when Ms. Lena came to check on us, she ‘ordered’ that our parent-child roleplay be stopped.
Whine…
Notes:
• Lena – Female. A young slave girl in her early teens. Her appearance is emaciated with brown skin, long black hair, and grotesque scars across her face, including one that blinds her left eye. She wears a black collar and tattered clothing. Her relationship to the protagonist is that of a rescued victim. She is silent and appears to have endured severe physical and emotional abuse.
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Edited by Kanaa-senpai.
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