The Son & Other-Mother part 1

“Welcome home, sweetie,” the woman with the black-button eyes greets, the delicious aroma of her fresh cooking suffusing the house. She puts down the pot-roast in her hands and delicately removes her oven mitts, revealing smooth feminine hands with red-painted nails. She smiles warmly, though there’s a hint of something sinister hidden behind the pretense of familiar comfort. Even besides the grotesque doll-eyes on her face.

“What’s wrong? You don’t need to be afraid,” she reassures you, welcoming you in and pulling out a chair. The table is set with a scrumptious little feast, every one of your favorite foods is set out. “This is your home now, safe and sound with your loving mother. I mean, your _Other_ Mother.”

“It’s true, everyone has two mothers. Two of everything really. One mother is there to give you rules, and boundaries, and tell you ‘no’... and then there you have your ‘other’ mother, who brings you treats and games and always says ‘yes’. Isn’t that wonderful? Now, since dinner is almost ready, why don’t you run upstairs and tell your Other-Father to…”

“Umm. Darling,” the Other-Mother falters, looking down her front to where your hands are cupping each of her soft, full breasts through her dress. Her plastic smile falters slightly, unsure how to process this. “Sweetheart, that’s not really how little boys are supposed to treat their mother. Yes, or their Other Mother.”

“Yes, I know what I said. I’m not saying that you’re not allowed to, exactly, just that-”

“Aaohh!” she gasps when her chest is squeezed firmly. Under the fabric of her dress your fingers find the stiff rises of her nipples, evidently no bra needed to lift her breasts up their perky and presentable shape. A blush is spreading across her cheeks, and her eyebrows knit with crossness, but she forces her smile to stay in place. After the third or fourth tweak of her teats forces her to squint a button closed, she firmly pushes your hands away. “Al-alright honey, I think we’ve played with mommy’s chest long enough now, don’t you? What would your father think if he-”

She shrieks in outrage and shock when you pull the front of her dress open, a few buttons popping off and scattering across the kitchen floor. The Other-Mother’s plump, perfect breasts are left bare in the warm kitchen light, her smooth skin topped by rosy pink nipples obviously excited to firmness by your earlier mauling. You’ve seen your share of airbrushed porn models before, but your other-mother’s chest puts them all to shame. Just as quickly she hides them away behind the hanging flaps of her top, her hands clinging tightly to the lapel to keep any stray skin from showing.

“How dare you…!” she snarls, but just as quickly freezes when she hears the harshness in her voice. “Ah heh… I mean… That really wasn’t a nice thing to do to me, sweetheart. You know mommy loves you but only daddies are supposed to see that part of me.” Her smile is a rictus grin now, held together through sheer willpower. “Maybe you’re just over-excited. Yes. Yes that’s it, young boys are rambunctious and have too much excess energy. Why don’t you go visit Mrs. Spink and Mrs. Forcible downstairs for a little while? You can join me for dessert a little later.”

She holds herself and slumps against the kitchen as you leave, processing what just happened. The last thing you hear is her mutter “...what the hell was THAT..?” before the door closes behind you.