My Mom the Vet

**My Mom the Vet by MomDominique**

“I don’t see why I can’t see another doctor…” I began nervously.



“Why waste the money?” Mom asked. “Now, come on. Those clothes aren’t going to take themselves off, *are they*?” she said, using the same tone she’d use to nag me about doing the dishes at home. It was loving, yet firm.



“But… you work for a medical practice, surely we’ve got good enough insurance to…” I said, as I slowly unbuttoned my shirt.



Mom just rolled her eyes. “Okay, okay. It’s not about the money. I just don’t trust that another doctor with my own flesh and blood. They just aren’t… motivated enough to really notice everything. Speaking of noticing… those clothes? Still on? I’ll turn around if it makes you more comfortable.”



Mom spun around, and I yanked off my pants and underwear, hopped up on the table, and covered myself with the paper sheet.



“How many times a day do you masturbate?” she asked, before turning around, sporting a big, toothy grin.



“What!?” I replied.



“It’s a perfectly normal question for a doctor to ask her patient,” she insisted, her eyes widening.



“Well… maybe,” I hedged, not sure if even that was true. “But… it’s not so normal for…”



“For a mother to ask her son? It might be… unusual, not there’s nothing abnormal about it,” she said. “Now, come on, tell me. *I’m waiting*.”



There was that tone again. I couldn’t resist her.



“Once a day?” I said, my voice craking a little. 



Mom threw her head back, letting out a pretty, melodic little laugh. 



“Who do you think buys the tissue paper? I know it’s way more than that,” she said, her eyes narrowing.



“Twice?” I asked, hoping she’d buy that. “Three or four, sometimes, if I’m feeling really… you know…”



“Four times?” she asked. “Impressive.” 



“You… you think so?” I asked, feeling a bit hopeful.



“Of course,” said Mom, stepping closer to me and brushing her hand on my bare thigh through the paper. “But you’ve got to have some powerful inspiration for that.”



“I… I guess,” I said with a little shrug. The movement caused the paper to start to fall, I had to frantically grab at it to stop it.



“Well, out it it, then. What kind of porn do you like?” she asked.



Not this. I just sat there, stunned, my lip quivering. I thought about just making something up, but this was my mom. She always could tell if I was lying.



“Hey,” she said, cupping my chin. I looked up at her, getting lost in those big, deep brown eyes of hers. “I’m your mother. I love you. No matter what comes out of those pretty lips of yours, I’m still gonna love you. Okay?”



I took a deep breath.



“N… n… neuter porn,” I said, bowing my head a little.



“Neuter porn? That’s certainly… interesting,” she said. “So, you wanna get neutered, is that it?” 



The paper started to shift as I got hard.



“I guess I have my answer,” she said, laughing a little. “And, who do you want to do it to you?”



My heart leaped into my throat.



“Come on, you’ve jerked off about it so many times, you must have thought about it.”



“...you,” I said, in a pinched whisper.



“Come again? Mommy can’t hear you…” she said.



I thought about denying everything. About pulling up my pants and running out of there. But then, I realized, this was potentially a once in a lifetime chance. I had to take it.



“You. I want you to do it to me,” I admitted, looking her in her eyes again. They seemed to burn with passion.



“That’s actually… kind of romantic,” she said. “You want me to make you my sweet boy forever.”



She leaned down, and kissed my forehead. Then, she leaned a little further down, kissing her way to my lips, before wrapping her hand around my neck, and shoving her tongue down my throat.



We broke from the kiss, I was breathless and starry eyed.



“Beg me for it,” she said.



“What?” I askd, still awestruck.



“You want to get snipped? Then beg to get neutered, little puppy!” she said, a flash of cruelty glinting.



“Yes, neuter me, Mommy...castrate me, Mommy… cut my balls off Mommy, please!” I begged.



Mom pulled down the paper in one swift motion, which both exposed my erection and caused it to smack against my own tummy, leaving a tiny smear of precum.



“What a cute little dick… I’m going to enjoy making it soft and worthless forever,” she said, flicking at it with her fingernail. 



“Let’s see how big a job I have…” she said, looking a little further down. “Hmm… those nuts are pretty tiny. Hardly worth clipping off!” she said, laughing again.



I felt disappointment and shame - first, I felt bad because my cuts were so small, then I felt shame in how disappointed I was to have to keep them.



“Hey, hey, hey… no tears! I was just kidding!” Mom said. “Of course you aren’t walking out of here without your balls!” 

I breathed a huge sigh of relief.



“Those little things are going straight in the trash, where they belong,” she said. She spread my legs, put on a pair of rubber gloves, then jabbed me with a little needle. She gently jerked me off with one hand as she did so.



“Feel that?” she said, as she prodded my sack.



“Just… a little,” I said.



“How about this?” she said, bringing her fist down on my vulnerable little sack. The pain was small, but the warm pleasure seemed to be euphoric. I bit my lip as I began to squirt. Mom deftly jumped out of the way, and I made a mess of the floor.



“You’ll clean that up later,” she said with a sigh. “Your last little mess. Now, are you ready to be Mommy’s pure little angel forever?” 



I nodded eagerly, and she leaned down, pulled out a pair of surgical scissors, and slit me open. In just a few minutes, I could hear a couple of dull thuds. 

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