Timmy Lovell had muscular dystrophy, a mild form thereof, but it had taken hold over the years to the point that his foster mother Jeannette was now obliged to help him out with even the simplest of tasks. "Obliged" was the word she frequently made use of in front of Timmy, making sure he fully appreciated the hard labor his illness made her go through. In truth, ever since his 18th birthday it seemed that she had been taking an inappropriate amount of pleasure from this burden which God had bestowed upon her. Not to mention the elaborate expansion of her duties, most of which obviously were no more dignified than a perverted thrill.

He was a very handsome boy, having inherited the beauty of his long-lost mother, with delicate, almost boyishly feminine features, complemented by a deep hazelnut warmth protruding from his eyes and the fine locks atop his head.

Jeannette herself was an attractive middle-aged woman, slim but with feminine curves. Her features were beautiful, but her face, framed by wavy chestnut hair, carried a majestic look that spoke of domination and a no-nonsense manner. Her piercing blue eyes and full red lips added the hint of sex appeal, even with several decades behind her. Her body was likewise in good shape, large, full, round breasts, topped with large nipples, a bright pink in shade. Elsewhere was also sensual curves; belly, hips, buttocks, and mons leading down to her sex.

Jeannette had always been kind to her charge, in her own way. Although stern and unbending in regards to her many principles, she had a heart as large as her bosom, and those deserving of it were never in dire need of care in her presence. She was a tall and well-built woman, and Timmy, being ill and quite small for his age, always felt powerless and insignificant when she hovered over him, the great twin globes of her chest symbolizing her maternal authority over him.

He loved her; that she knew. She couldn't mistake the look of utter devotion and supplication in his eyes - even when sheltered in a grimace of scarlet coyness and embarrassment. No matter what her wicked mind decided to do with his body, his protests were never more than a timid whimper. Not that he was in a position to resist her anyway, as she would simply drag him across her firm lap and punish him until he was sobbing and his poor bottom, as well as the sensitive plump marbles beneath, were glowing bright red.

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It was a regular Tuesday morning and Timmy awoke to the sound of Jeanette readying things in the bathroom while humming to herself. He felt a shiver travelling down through his spine at the thought of the morning proceedings he would have to endure, which were now becoming routine, and yet his penis was rapidly engorging, pressing firmly against the soft fabric of the cloth nappy she made him wear at night.

He pretended to be asleep as Jeanette entered the room, dressed in a soft cashmere sweater and attractive patterned skirt, and crouched down beside his bed.

"Good morning sweetie. Did you sleep well?" She whispered while running her fingers soothingly through his hair.

"Yes mommy," he answered sleepily. She insisted that he call her mommy, even though it made him feel rather silly.

Jeanette slid her hand underneath the covers and trailed her digits across the soft flesh of his stomach, cupping his bulging testicles on the outside of his nappy. She had not allowed the boy to ejaculate for over ten days now.

"Did my little boy stay dry all night?" She asked smiling warmly down at him.

"Yes mommy," he mumbled with a blush.

"Be a polite boy and ask mommy to check your nappy." She reprimanded him while tightening her grip on his delicate marbles.

Timmy closed his eyes at the slight pain, gasping,

"Please mommy."

She let go and softly padded his bulge. "Good boy," She cooed while bending down and kissing him tenderly on the lips. She drew back the covers and positioned herself on the bed between his smooth slender legs. Slowly, almost methodically, she started to unpin the large safety pins on either side of the nappy.

Timmy knew what was expected of him. He drew back his knees as far as he could, and laid out his arms flat above his head. He closed his eyes and gasped slightly as the cool air of the room came into contact with his most private parts. Jeanette felt almost dizzy with excitement at the sight before her.

Every crevice and surface was completely deprived of hair, a condition she put great pride into maintaining every evening. His pecker was plump and beautiful, laying pulsating on the flat of his stomach with a single pearl of pre-cum dropping from the shiny pink glans. It looked enormous next to his slender frame.

Underneath it hung the full twin globes of his testes, tightly mashed together by the leather testicle cuffs she made him wear on a regular basis. It caused him no harm, and Jeanette had come to love the aesthetics of it, as well as the sense of ownership it signified.

She took hold of his tight sack and gently swung it onto the shaft of his penis, giving her a better view of the perky round anatomy below.

Taking both his slender ankles into the palm of her left hand, she bend him backwards, raising his bottom from the bed.

"What an adorable little bottom," she said while tracing a long finger down the cleft of his cheeks, stopping at the pink butt-plug protruding from between his nicely spread buttocks. It had been inserted on the pretense that she didn't want any enema leaks during the night - a bit redundant considering the cloth nappy.

Sliding her finger into the ring at the end of it, she looked into his innocent face, eyes closed, mouth agape, and then proceeded to slowly withdraw the plug. The whimpers of the boy fluctuated in accordance with the pink plastic curves, as well as the bouncing motion of his erect member. Finally it popped out with an audible cork sound, making the boy blush even further.

The teenager felt the cool air of the room passing through his gaping sphincter, and he could hear the low moans of lust coming from the woman hovering over him, as she exposed him with no consideration of his modesty.

The pink, glistening ring gradually retracted before her eyes, until it was once again a tiny rosebud of flesh. It was all she could muster not to start playing with his young body right there and then, but there was work to be done.

She got up from the bed and helped him to his feet. Standing unsteadily before her, blushing, eyes at level with her bosom, she drew him in for a big hug, pressing the boys face firmly against her cleavage while her hands roamed freely across his naked back and cheeks, cooing in a soft tone,

"Such a sweet boy you are."

Timmy was then led by hand towards the large bright bathroom at the end of the hall, where a steaming brass tub awaited him. His dangly bits bounced rhythmically before him as they walked, the inflated genitals almost a burden to his feeble legs.

As they entered, Timmy's nostrils filled with the scent of ivory soap and talcum powder, and like every other morning, he was struck with a feeling of utmost submissiveness.

She made him stand by the tub while she nonchalantly removed his testicle cuffs in one smooth motion, before helping him down into the warm soapy water, the foam reaching just above his shoulders. He savored the feeling as his young body was enveloped into the temperate chasm, and during the next few minutes in which she let him soak quietly, Timmy forgot the shame of being reduced to a mere child in the hands of this goddess whom he called mommy.

Jeanette would start off by washing his hair, spending a considerable amount of time lathering up his scalp with her long slender fingers, playing havoc with his feelings. When his hair had been rinsed a second time, Timmy was made to stand up in the tub, and the deep red hue would once again return to his cheeks.

Jeanette told him to grasp the safety rails above his head, and as he obeyed her command, she would proceed to fasten his wrists to the rails using a pair of rubber encased handcuffs, explaining to him that it would serve as an extra support should he become weary.

He was now completely at her mercy, and Timmy felt utterly helpless and exposed as Jeanette smiled down at him in a benign superior fashion. By this time, his penis had once again become flaccid, but as she began lathering up his smooth chest, he felt his delinquent member rise to the occasion.

She worked over his arms, back and stomach before skipping down along his slender calves and up the inside of his thighs, occasionally scraping the sensitive flesh with her long manicured nails.

When she reached his mid-region, she pretended to only then notice the violent erection standing proudly a few inches from her face, and she would shake her head in disbelief while saying something in the lines of,

"Little boys never seem to be able to control themselves."

Resting her left hand on his buttock for stabilization, she gently touched her index finger to the receptive slit of his helmet, making the boy’s knees buckle slightly in response. Timmy moaned softly as Jeanette moved her foamy palm over the corona, sliding back his foreskin.

"No fuss now Timmy,"

She scolded him with a sharp slap on his behind. Jeanette felt her panties soak in the moisture of her inner folds. The complete control she was exerting over the young boy had her mind racing deliriously.

Taking a firm grip at the base of his rigid rod, she brought her other hand around and cupped his bulging jewels. She began sensually soaping up his shaft, while the fingers of her left hand casually played around with his delicate stones, now and then encircling the base of his sack, squeezing together the smooth teenage plums within. With her thumb she began rubbing the underside of his glans in a small circular motion. A moan of dreamlike ecstasy escaped the boy’s lips as he threw his head backwards.

Jeanette let go of the boy and firmly patted his scrotum, making Timmy raise to his tiptoes.

"My, my, looks like you are enjoying yourself a bit too much Timmy,"

She said while moving around him, the nails of her right hand scoring across his ribs.

"Please mommy," the boy whimpered, begging for release.

Jeanette lowered her head next to his ear, whispering,

"Don't worry, mommy still needs to clean this cute little bottom of yours."

She punctuated her words by clutching one of his soft globes in each hand, digging in her long nails.

Soaping up her hands generously, she commenced to deeply fondle every crack and cranny of his boyishly perky behind, while constantly whispering into his ear, purring to him how adorable she found his little tush to be. Her fingers delved shamelessly into the deep crease of his bottom, locating his tiny spasming orifice.

Timmy closed his eyes tightly, as he felt the prying lioness behind him line up a long soapy finger.

"Now, be a good boy for me Timmy... I want you to try and relax your little hiney - ooops there we go!"

Jeannette cooed triumphantly as her index finger slipped up into him with little resistance. An asphyxiated gasp escaped Timmy's lips as she buried her finger to the knuckle, making the boy jump onto his toes.

Her finger worked his tight pliant channel a couple of times, and then, locating the sensitive flesh of his prostate, she quickly withdrew her finger before adding a second digit, stretching his anus skillfully.

She reached around him with her other hand, and once again took up the wicked teasing of his solid meat scepter. With supreme dexterity, Jeanette began rotating her embedded fingers, while simultaneously flicking her fingertips across the pliant flesh of his prostate in a zigzag motion.

"Uhhhaahhhhh ohhhhh!" Timmy moaned besides himself from the adept and unrelenting stimulation of his young body. He flung his head backwards in rapture and soon felt the warm voluptuous lips of Jeanette upon his own.

Her fingers were now moving with slow deep thrusts, firmly jabbing at his core, and while her tongue invaded his mouth, the palm of her left hand tightened resolutely around the full heavy plums of his testicles.

She suddenly felt his prostate begin to harden, and in one swift motion her invading touch slipped from his body.

"Clean as a whistle!" She ascertained with a sharp slap across his buttocks and then began unfastening the poor desperate boy from the safety rails above.

What followed was all routine. She would sit on the toilet lid with Timmy standing between her thighs, hands on his head. Then she would gently pat him dry with a big fluffy towel, paying special attention to his engorged genitals and the deep crease of his bottom cheeks. This was followed up by three full enemas, or how many was required before the water ran sparkling clear from the boy's rump. He received them all on his back, knees drawn back, on top of a bath towel that Jeanette placed in the middle of the vast porcelain floor.

After this, he was quickly sprayed down with cold water in the shower booth, looking like a sad wet puppy when she pulled him out and dried him down once again. A liberal coating of moisturizing cream was then applied onto his smooth teenage body, before she led him stark naked by the waist, down the stairs and into the cozy warmth of the living room, where the fireplace had been lit in advance.

She told him to warm up his little tush for her, and placing his palms upon his knees he stuck out his pale bottom towards the fire, feeling rather foolish in doing so.

Jeanette stifled a giggle and lovingly ruffled his hair.

"Good boy."

She left the room, and Timmy knew all too well what was to happen next. This was her price, she had told him, for taking care of him. His little bottom was hers to do with as she pleased. To spank, fondle, and penetrate. He was mortified by what was to come, and yet the thought made his rock hard member jump in anticipation.

After a few minutes, the goddess of his dreams came back, striding leisurely into the room with a huge pink strap-on protruding from her pelvis. Jeannette had removed her skirt and panties, but the phallus and harness around her hips kept her sex hidden from Timmy’s gaze. In fact, whilst every inch of Timmy’s most private places were regularly opened up to his foster mother’s gaze, he was yet to see her undressed.

He had once wandered past her bedroom door, which had been ajar, and stopped in awe at the sight of her dressed only in a blouse and panties, facing away and bending at the waist to pick something up off the floor. The sight of the thin cotton material of her underwear clinging to the full, plump curve of her womanhood had caused him to gasp, his young body springing to attention. At that Jeannette had spun around, standing tall and glaring down at him. Moments later Timmy had been lying on his back on his bed, arms and legs tied to the headboard, genitals and bottom bared and exposed, howling in pain as Jeannette’s palm came down on his sensitive flesh over and over again. Since that day though the image had haunted his dreams, he had never again caught even the merest glimpse of his foster mother undressed.

Now she stood before him, hands on hips, the soft wool of her cashmere sweater accentuating her large, firm bosom, her shapely legs bare, leading his gaze up to the large dildo that pointed proudly at him. Timmy felt his buttocks tighten protectively at the sight of the menacing plastic phallus.

Without being told, he kneeled on the soft fur beneath him, head down, and arched his back as much as he could, looking back at her with a nervous expression on his face.

"Such a good boy."

Jeanette purred while gracefully falling to her knees behind him. She reached between the boy's thighs and drew back the heavy marbles of his scrotum and then, as was expected, she placed the testicle cuffs back on him, savoring the sight of his tight dangling sack.

"Squeeze your legs together now."

She ordered him, and as he did so, she let go of his precious jewels, letting them slap against the back of his thighs. She drew a deep breath. She could almost hear the exhilarated beat of her young charges heart.

Raising her hand slowly, she suddenly brought it down hard on the elevated twin hillocks of his bottom, causing the boy to yelp out in pain.

"Awwww! Please mommy!" he whimpered.

"I think we better make sure you understand your place Timmy. I won't tolerate any fuss when I pop this thing up into your little hiney - understood?"

"Yes mommy..."

And so Jeanette began her chastisement of his backside, raining down slaps upon his perky rump.

"Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!"

She alternated between the two globes, a faint blush extending across the smooth surface.

"Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!"

"Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!"

His bottom cheeks had begun to turn a lovely pink shade. Jeanette observed the pendulum of his scrotal sack with a sly grin, and then awarded them a sharp slap, making the delicate eggs bounce off the back of his thighs.

"Awww, please mommy, I'll be good!" the boy begged her with pleading eyes.

"Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!"

"Auuuu! Awww! Please!"

"Smack! Smack! SMACK!"

Another blow landed directly on his swollen balls, making the boy exhale in defeat. She swung from underneath at his pale thighs.

"Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!"

The boy had gone quiet as she stoically resumed executing his sentence, her fiery hand descending between long, uneven intervals of silence.

"SMACK!....... SMACK!....... SMACK! SMACK!"

Jeanette held her stinging hand midair. As she listened to the quite sobs of the boy, she took pity on him and ceased the preemptive punishment.

"Shhhhhhhh. It's okay sweetie," she cooed while soothing her hands over his bright pink flesh. "Now, be a good little boy and tell me; who does this adorable little bottom belong to?"

She scored her nails across his sore buttocks in a possessive manner.

"You, mommy," the boy whimpered.

"Good boy."

She grabbed the lubricant can next to her, and proceeded to pour generous amounts of clear thick liquid down the crease of his bottom, letting it dribble down on to the swollen plums beneath. Timmy gasped as the cool substance trickled down his burning flesh.

Likewise she thoroughly coated the big pink strap-on, making sure he would be able to take the entire length. Spreading his cheeks with one hand, she started to work in the lubricant around his sphincter, watching with fascination as the tiny pink star puckered up at her touch.

"Uhhhhhhh please," the boy gasped as Jeanette popped first one, then two long fingers up inside him, overcoming his sphincter’s resistance with little effort required.

Fully embedded, she twisted her digits around a couple of times before retracting abruptly. Quickly she pressed the tip of the can against his anus and began squeezing its cool content directly inside the young boy’s bowels.

"Uhhhhhhh, Ahhhh."

The boy gasped helplessly at the invasion as Jeanette emptied the entire lubricant can deep inside of him. Throwing the can to one side, she positioned the dildo along the crease of his bottom, moving the bulbous head up and down between his firm young buttocks. She leant over him and kissed his cheek while sliding her hand underneath him, patting the underside of his rigid erection.

"My, my, judging by your little friend here, I'd say you love being my little play-toy,"

She whispered teasingly into his ear before getting back into position. Lining up the dildo with his quivering rosebud she pressed forward, watching closely as the little pink opening began to give away to the thick intrusion.

"Uhhhhhhhh... please.... Ohhhh…"

Timmy moaned, beside himself, as his tight orifice began stretching around the strap-on.

Using the palms of her hands to spread his cheeks wide apart, Jeanette lightly dug her nails into the warm soft mounds of his backside and pressed forward. The tiny glistering hole began opening up more, almost nearing the edge of the strap-on helmet.

"Ohhhhhh... uhhhhhhh.... please... mommy…"

Keeping up a steady pressure, the rosy ring of muscle suddenly gave up, and with a rush of ecstasy, Jeanette watched the head pop up inside his velvety warm rectum.

"Ohhhhhh... uhhhh…"

Timmy cried out in defeat, as he felt this massive intrusion settle within his very core.

Jeanette could not deny the delicious thrill she experienced, as she quickly followed up the phallus tip with a couple of thick greasy inches, feeding his poor little fanny unrelentingly.

"Ohhhhhhh ohhhhhhhh ahhhhhhhh!"

Timmy could do nothing but accept whatever length and size Jeanette advanced on him. He felt his penis throb violently against his stomach, leaving thick droplets of pre-cum around his naval.

Jeanette pushed down on him firmly, easing inch after inch inside his little bottom until the entire length was buried to the hilt in his bowels. She was quite pleased that she had been able to fit the whole tool inside his slender frame.

“That’s it, such a good little boy you are for mommy, and how perfect your sweet little hole looks wrapped around mommy’s toy,” Jeannette purred.

She spread his cheeks even more widely apart with both hands, crudely exposing the sight of his young bottom and the pink shaft penetrating its tight opening, and then began fucking him with slow rhythmic thrusts of her pelvis.

"Ohhhh uhhhhh."

Timmy's limbs went into small fits of spasms at the acute stimulation of his young body.

Gradually she began increasing the length of her thrusts, until she was working the entire dildo through his slippery anus, piling down on him with long, full plunges. The sight of his pink rosebud wrapped tightly around the girth of her shaft had her going mad with lust.

"Uhhhhh ohhhhh.... Ahhhhh!"

"Such a good little boy you are."

Jeanette kept murmuring as she lovingly violated his round taut bottom. She withdrew right until the head of the strap-on, before plummeting back in with a steady push, pressing her pelvis firmly against his sore behind.

Back and forth. Again and again the glistering phallus slid along his pliant velvety canal. With each thrust the base of the dildo pressed to Jeannette’s clitoris, the sensitive organ stiff and aching.

She angled her hips, altering the thrust to make the most of his delicious rectum, rocking her body to heighten her pleasure. Beneath the boy, his own swollen cock swung to and from with her thrusts. Harder, and deeper Jeannette used him, her hands now on his slender hips.

A few more thrusts later and she felt that familiar feeling building between her legs, and beginning to spread out through her body. Jeannette threw her head back, and pushed hard forward, deeply in to her foster son’s submissive body. She groaned in pure ecstasy, her clit throbbing, body clenching as she continued to ride the young boy, until her orgasm began to subside.

Jeanette continued though to stroke the dildo slowly in and out of Timmy’s sweet little opening. Now her moans had ceased, she could hear the boy began breathing more rapidly. Tracing her index finger down the rim of his dilated anus, she incased his cuffed testes in a firm possessive clutch.

"Is my little boy about to cum without permission?"

She asked, pulling gently on his bulging sack of manhood.

The boy timidly nodded his head.

"Well, that won't do at all!"

Placing both hands upon the small of his back she raised herself up in one smooth motion.

"PLOP!" it said, as the dildo left his slippery insides.

The boy was left with an odd sense of emptiness as his anus stood gaping up towards her gaze. She stood silently for a few seconds, admiring the subservient exquisiteness before her.

Removing her harness she raised the boy and cradled him in her arms.

"Such a good boy you were," she purred while looking deep into his eyes. She could feel his arousal pulsating against her thigh. "I might let you cum this evening" she continued, gently placing a kiss on his forehead "After I've properly finished with that saucy little rump of yours."

"Thank you mommy," Timmy answered with sincere gratitude.

She led Timmy back up to his room for the usual midday-nap. The boy stood blushing and exhausted with a raging erection, while Jeanette laid out a fluffy towel on the bed.

She grabbed the teenager by his narrow waist, and gently pushed him down onto the towel on his back.

"You know how mommy likes you..." His foster mother commanded.

A small sigh escaped Timmy's lips and although weary, the boy promptly drew back his legs and hugged them to his chest.

"God he is cute!" she thought. This was how she liked to see a young boy. All his charms accessible and exposed to her every whim. His anus a deeper shade of pink than normal, and still slightly open.

She picked up the talcum can from the nightstand and began sprinkling it all over his genitals and the elevated crease of his bottom. She carefully worked in the powder along his rigid pulsing flesh.

"We don't want your little willy to get a rash now do we?" She whispered softly.

Despite the acute embarrassment he felt, the boy couldn't help himself eying her voluptuous bust from between his widely spread thighs. She lifted his ample marbles and rubbed her coated fingers all over his sensitive perineum.

"Uhhhhhhh…" The boy gasped as she handled him expertly. Teasing his naive sexual feelings to fever pitch.

With a long stroking motion, she traced her hand from his scrotum down in-between his bum, repeating this action over and over while his member throbbed vigorously in response. Then she proceeded to simply pad down the entire area with the flat of her hand, reveling in the feel of his flesh under her palm.

"Doesn't that feel much better?"

She cooed while working a few traces of talcum around his spasming anus. She stepped towards the nightstand again, and this time picked up a tube of cool cream. She squeezed a good mount onto the tips of her fingers, and then insinuated them into the appealing aperture of the boy’s buttonhole rectum.

"Ohhhhhhh!" the boy moaned as the cool cream was cautiously smeared around his inflamed opening.

"My, my… such a good little boy you are… laying so calmly while I take care of your fanny-hole… And your little willy is all hard and firm.... such a smooth slim body."

In this way she kept cooing softly while fondling his most private parts. Finally she let go of him, and picked up a pair of white cotton panties with a little heart on the back of them.

The boy blushed furiously as he saw her holding up the garment. The very first day Timmy had been sent to live with Jeannette she had thrown away all his boy’s underwear, explaining simply that little boys wore either diapers or panties, if they were permitted to wear anything at all.

Without further ado, she slipped his feet through the openings of the panties and began sliding them up his slender legs. Jeanette smiled reassuringly into his face, as she pulled the panties up tight around Timmy's bottom, the thin material doing very little to contain his throbbing member.

She slapped the boy playfully on his panty-clad behind and told him to scoot up the bed. As he did so, Jeanette took hold of his wrists and cuffed him to the headboard with a pair of fluffy handcuffs.

"This will keep you from the temptation of self-abuse."

She lectured him and drew up the covers, a small tent forming above his mid region. She gave his glowing cheek a small kiss.

"Try and keep some sleep Timmy. It's going to be a long day. Later today my good friend Dr. Underwood is coming over to give you a full medical check-up."

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Timmy awoke some time later to the sight of his foster mother standing over him, beside his bed. She had changed, and was now wearing only a thin silk nightie, that stopped just short of covering her bottom. From beneath the pure white silk protruded the pink shaft of the strap-on. She smiled down at him tenderly, whilst pulling back the sheet, exposing his body.

“Did you have a nice nap Timmy?” she purred softly, “Mommy tried to have a nap too, but I just couldn’t stop tossing and turning with thoughts about what a good boy you were earlier.”

Timmy was speechless, unable to respond. Never before had he seen her sensual figure dressed so skimpily. Though he still was denied the sight of her naked glory, he could clearly see the curves of her body, the silk draping her breasts, stiff nipples clearly visible beneath the thin fabric.

He swallowed, his mouth suddenly dry, allowing himself to simply be moved as Jeannette leaned down, lifted his hips, and slid the cotton panties over his hips and down his slender legs.

He blushed and she giggled as his erection sprung free.

“Oh my, someone is happy to see mommy aren’t they. Poor baby’s scrotum must be so full and heavy.” Jeannette said, smiling down at him.

From beside the bed she produced a matching pair of handcuffs to the ones that tied his wrists to the headboard of his bed.

“Lift your legs.” she commanded, and Timmy was compelled to obey. Jeannette helped him lift his legs towards his chest, then, she leant forwards spreading them apart and pushing them further back, until his ankles were beside his wrists.

She quickly snapped on the furry handcuffs, leaving him helpless, bent double, the sensitive soft, hairless skin of his genitals and bottom utterly exposed. Timmy let out a moan of embarrassment, which Jeannette shushed with a finger to his lips.

“Mommy is going to use you nice and deep sweetheart. And she wants to enjoy the view as your perfect little hole surrenders to her. And if you are a very, very good boy, and please mommy, then she’s going to stroke your little willy. Would you like that Timmy, if mommy strokes your wee-wee as her nice thick toy slides in and out of you?”

Tommy groaned, looking down between his widely splayed thighs at the monstrous phallus.

With a sly smile down at him, Jeannette returned to the drawer beside the bed, removing a tube of lubricant gel, and smearing it liberally along the entire length of her strap-on.

Then, kneeling on the bed, she began slowly tracing two fingers around the rim of his anus. As she knew he would, Timmy moaned softly and closed his eyes; he had the most sensitive little anus she’d ever encountered in all her years of fostering dozens of young boys and girls. Then, with expert care, she slipped first one curved finger inside him, quickly followed by another.

As she slid them in and out of him, liberally coating the walls of his rectum in the lubricant, she twisted them, causing the boy to moan again, and his pretty cock to begin to throb visibly. Jeannette pressed the tip of a third finger against his entrance, and with only the slightest resistance it slid through his sphincter to join the other two. She began beckoning her digits in a ‘come hither’ motion, caressing his swollen prostate, resulting in more moans from Timmy as he arched his hips, squeezing her fingers tightly.

Jeannette gazed down at the sight of this boy who belonged to her utterly, with her three fingers expertly opening up his well-loved bottom. For a moment she considered easing a fourth, then a fifth finger in, until her hand filled him, but decided that what she really wanted was to fuck him as she had earlier that day. Only this time, harder, deeper, and longer.

Without warning she slipped her fingers out of his young backside. His anus, no longer puckered up tight, was now an inviting opening, glistening with lubrication. Jeannette moved forward, until the head of her dildo rested against his hole, cupping his buttocks and pulling him closer to her.

“Now Timmy, as I said, I want you to please mommy and take her toy like a good boy. I’m sure you’ll agree, that since I dedicate my life to caring for you, that’s not so much for a mommy to ask is it?” She smiled sweetly at him.

“Now, you are strictly forbidden to cum without my say-so, and certainly not before I’m done with you, is that clear? If you get close, tell mommy, and she can help. If you do cum without being told to, I shall spank you so hard and so thoroughly between your legs you won’t be able to sit still for a month, is that clear?”

Despite the threat of punishment, if anything Timmy’s member seemed to grow thicker as he mumbled a response.

“Yes mommy.”

This time, there was no slow build up. With one firm thrust, Jeannette drove the pink cock deep inside of Timmy. His well lubed and relaxed anus gave way around the hard phallus, and his soft rectum opened up easily as she drove in to him to the hilt.

Only when her belly pressed against him, and every last inch of the strap-on was buried in him did she stop, but without pause, moved her hips back, sliding almost entirely out of him until only the bulbous head was left inside, pressing on his anus from within, before mercilessly pressing back in to him.

Timmy’s head was thrown back in a guttural shout, his face a mask of overwhelming sensations as his young body was plundered.

After just a handful of strokes, Jeannette build up a steady rhythm, and already she could feel that familiar aching between her legs.

Her folds were swollen and wet with desire, her clit stiff and pressing out from its hood, being massaged by the base of the dildo with every movement. She fully intended to serve him a reminder of his place and of hers; that he would never forget.

In only minutes felt the first orgasm ripple through her body, but she continued to pound his pink opening, the hole now stretched and gaping around her shaft. She knew the second climax would soon follow, but that he too may be close. Without warning, she raised her hand, and brought it down squarely upon the boy's cock.

SMACK! Upon the sensitive, turgid flesh. Timmy cried out at the sudden shock, then again as she encased her hand around his swollen scrotum, and gave a sharp tug. She pulled his swollen pearls down and away from his body, his moans mingling with her groans of pleasure. She squeezed tighter on his most sensitive part, as she felt her second orgasm build.

“Yes!” she hissed, arching her back as her second orgasm overwhelmed her. Even through her climax, Jeannette sensed Timmy’s stimulation and squeezed tighter on his scrotum, pinching one of the full testicles between thumb and finger and massaging it firmly. Timmy cried out, and his moment passed.

Panting now, as Jeannette recovered from her second cum, she slowed her pace, but kept up a steady rhythm. Releasing his tortured scrotum, she surveyed the scene.

Whilst once tightly puckered and a light pink, the glistening shaft of her strap-on was now gliding in and out of a gaping, red anus. His scrotum was full, heavy, straining against the cuffs that held them. His erection throbbed, and a thick pool of pre-cum was oozing out on to his belly.

She buried the shaft to her pelvis, and then once again withdrew in one slick motion.

"Uhhhhhh ohhhh!" the boy whimpered.

Jeanette looked into his blushing face knowingly, making sure he followed her gaze as she lowered it to his gaping anus. Timmy could almost feel her scrutinizing gaze piercing his insides.

"Such a beautiful little boy you are."

Suddenly the sound of the doorbell rippled through the old house, and the scarlet blush seemed instantly drained from Timmy's face.

Jeanette gave him a sharp slap on his rudely displayed fanny.

"That would be Dr. Underwood if I'm not mistaken. She will be very pleased to see that my little boy is all ready for his examination!"

To be continued...

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