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The clink of the porcelain was the most beautiful sound in my world. Jimmy, my son, my only child, my little bird, poured the jasmine tea with a concentration that bordered on the sacred. His slender fingers, pale and long like his father’s, but without the coldness, wrapped around the pot’s handle. He loved this. Playing servant. Anticipating my every need before I even knew I had it. A cushi...
I smelled the farm even before I saw it on the horizon. A pig farm wasn’t exactly a rose patch, but still, I found my heart fluttering as the slightly acrid smell penetrated my nostrils. When I finally crested the hill, Joan was in the pig pen, as usual, nearly as tall standing in the mud as I was riding the horse. “Hey, long time no see, cousin,” said Joan, with a little nod. I always loved...
“Hey, sleepyhead. You planning to stay in bed all day, or are you ready to let Mommy take your ovaries?” Mom’s voice drifted through the door, bright and teasing, the same tone she used when she caught me sneaking cookies as a kid. Except now I was twenty-five, and the “cookies” were my fertility. Today was my birthday. The one Mom had circled in red months ago with a little doodle of sc...
Jimmy sat on the edge of his bed, staring at the dust particles that danced in the beam of light shining through the half-closed curtains. His heart raced as the TV blared in the background, the mundane sounds of daytime commercials filling the quiet apartment. His mother, Janet, was at work. The door creaked open and a gust of wind swept through the room, carrying the faint scent of rain. He glan...
"Jimmy, the barn's on fire!" she yelled, her voice echoing through the space. He didn't even flinch, just rolled his eyes and kept working. "Not buying it, Mom," he called over his shoulder. Jimmy, now a lanky teenager with a mop of brown hair and a permanent smirk, was in the barn, tending to the animals. He had inherited her sense of humor but had grown too sharp to fall for her usual tricks.�...
"Come on Stacey, we're gonna be late!" I barked at my wife, Stacey. "Relax, you're always so... so... overbearing," she replied with a giggle, her voice as sweet and soothing as a lullaby. It was a stark contrast to the usual sternness in my tone. Stacey looked at me with those big, baby-blue eyes of hers. I knew, deep down, she loved me for it. After all, why else would she still be with me, all ...
The vet clinic was quiet, the last animals sedated for the night, their soft breaths blending with the hum of fluorescent lights. Vivian’s silhouette, softened by her curves, was outlined by the streetlamp’s glow as she locked the final crate, her scrub top slightly askew from a long day. At 44, she carried her ample frame with a calm confidence, her auburn ponytail swaying as she moved. Her 1...
# The Ova-Melt Ad I’m sprawled on the living room couch, picking at a frayed thread on my pajama pants, when Mom comes bounding in like a burst of sunshine. “Katie! Katie, it’s starting!” she squeals, her voice bubbling with excitement. “My big ad debut! Me, on TV!” She flops beside me, the sofa creaking under her curvy frame, her floral nightgown fluttering. At 43, Mom—Jill to every...
I'm trying to full clear every clan combo on Covenant 10. Is using the savegery or dominion pyters considered cheap/cheating because of how good they are? Or is it a legit strategy? Maybe the other pyers are better than I give them credit for, I don't know, but I find myself using one of these 2 nearly every run. Just curious if you feel that makes the game too easy. I would say my win rate is som...
"Come here, Jimmy. Today you learn a little lesson about life on a farm," Mom said, as she gestured for me to join her near the gelding stocks. "Do I have to?" I whined as I took a few tentative steps forward. “Yes, you do. It’s time,” she insisted. Mom's tall, muscular frame loomed over me as she picked up a pair of gleaming, surgical shears. She had a gentle smile on her face, but her eyes...
January 3 Miss Taylor said we’re supposed to take notes. But screw that. I’m just gonna write whatever’s on my mind. …I’m not ready for Christmas break to be over. Stupid high school. At least I'll be done in a few months. Why do I need to take biology, anyway? I’m going to be a game designer. Or a streamer? Something fun like that. Not a doctor or a medical researcher, anyway. Oh, my ...
It was a crisp autumn morning, the kind that painted the sky with strokes of pink and orange as the sun peeked shyly over the horizon. I, the devoted husband and father, stood at the stove, meticulously flipping pancakes as they puffed up to golden perfection. The kitchen was my domain, a place where I found solace in the simplicity of cooking for the two most important women in my life: my wife a...
I just read and enjoyed all 4 of the fry mythology books. Can someone recommend other mythology books with a similar writing style? Bonus points if it's an audio book. Thanks so much!!
Another hot summer day, another afternoon of me sweating my balls off in the airducts above Mom’s office. It wasn’t the most comfortable place, but through the little slits in the air vents, it did give me quite a nice view of the action below. The action being Mom strutting around, her big tits on full display in her skimpy little lab coat, while the guys she is operating on are whimpering in...
Jimmy's mom was a towering figure in the farmhouse kitchen, her biceps bulging as she kneaded the dough for the biscuits. On the farm, biscuits were an act of love. With most of the ingredients grown here, it took time to prepare, to make the dough, to knead it, and let it rise. The sun had barely crested the horizon, and she had been up for hours preparing this special breakfast. She wore a simpl...
In a quaint, suburban house, a young man named Tyler stood before his bedroom mirror, meticulously adjusting the fabric of a vibrant bikini bottom. His eyes, fringed with long lashes and lined with smoky shadow, scrutinized every inch of his reflection. His mother, Melanie, had always encouraged him to express himself, even when it meant pushing the boundaries of societal norms. "Mom," Tyler calle...
The sun hung low over the rolling fields of the farm, painting the sky in hues of orange and pink. Sherry, a slender woman with calloused hands and a gentle smile, hefted a heavy bucket of fresh milk from the barn. Her son, Ryan, trailed behind her, his slight frame mirroring her own. They were a quiet pair, bound by the rhythms of farm life and the comfort of each other’s company. “Careful, M...
Jimmy's mom was a towering figure in the farmhouse kitchen, her biceps bulging as she kneaded the dough for the biscuits. On the farm, biscuits were an act of love. With most of the ingredients grown here, it took time to prepare, to make the dough, to knead it, and let it rise. The sun had barely crested the horizon, and she had been up for hours preparing this special breakfast. She wore a simpl...
# Mom and Me on the Farm "Jimmy, come on out and help me with this," my Mom called from the barn one afternoon. The sun was setting, painting the sky with strokes of red and orange that seemed to reach all the way to the horizon. I wiped the sweat from my brow and put down my book, the words 'Animal Husbandry for Beginners' still echoing in my mind. I walked out, wondering what she needed help wit...
# Mom and Me on the Farm "Jimmy, come on out and help me with this," my Mom called from the barn one afternoon. The sun was setting, painting the sky with strokes of red and orange that seemed to reach all the way to the horizon. I wiped the sweat from my brow and put down my book, the words 'Animal Husbandry for Beginners' still echoing in my mind. I walked out, wondering what she needed help wit...
"Jimmy, honey, I got you a new cereal!" his mom, Carol, called out from the kitchen. She held up a box with a grin, the vibrant letters on the front spelling out "Eunuch O's." Jimmy peered over the couch, his eyes narrowing. The cartoon mascot, a cheerful castrated rooster, beamed at him from the box, a pair of shears in one hand and a bowl of cereal in the other. "Clinically proven to lower testo...
Jimmy stared at the syringe in his mother's hand, his heart racing like a rabbit's. The needle glinted in the harsh fluorescent light of the kitchen, and the liquid inside looked thick and murky. He knew what it was. He had seen the commercials. Neutersol. The at-home castration solution that promised a life of peace and obedience. His mother, Leslie, held it with a strange mix of excitement and t...
There was just one birthday gift left for me to open. Little did I know it would matter far more than the others. My mother hovered over me, her eyes gleaming with anticipation. "This one," she said, her voice trembling with excitement, "this one is special." The box was wrapped in shimmering silver paper, with a white ribbon neatly tied into a bow. I carefully pulled the ribbon, letting it unfurl...
Jimmy squirmed on the edge of the examination table, the sterile paper crinkling under his butt. He had just turned 18, and it was time for his yearly physical, a ritual he had always found awkward, especially since his mom, Olivia, had become the family doctor after his dad's untimely death. But Olivia had a knack for making the mundane seem like an adventure, her eyes always sparkling with misch...
Stacey McAllister, a 45-year-old psychologist with a penchant for tight skirts and low-cut blouses, sat cross-legged in her office chair, her ample thighs brushing against each other with every movement. Her son, Jimmy, fidgeted nervously across from her, his eyes darting around the room, avoiding the framed degrees and diplomas that adorned the walls. He squirmed in his seat, the anticipation bui...
"Hey Jimmy, I took ol' Rex to the vet yesterday, you know, the one run by my hot cousin?" Billy announced as the two friends sat on the porch, sipping lemonade and watching the sun dip below the horizon. Jimmy's eyes lit up. "What for?" "Oh, you know, the usual stuff. He's been acting up a bit, and Mom says it'll make him calmer. Plus, we don't want any unwanted puppies running around," Billy said...
Mia's plump silhouette was outlined by the soft glow of the streetlamp outside her office as she locked the last cage of the night, the animals within already sedated for the evening. Her son, Jimmy, trailed behind her, his eyes glued to the floor as he shuffled his feet. The vet clinic was a second home to him, filled with the comforting scents of antiseptic and the occasional whine of a recoveri...
# An Interview with MomDominique An Interview with MomDominique Attis: Can you describe what you do for those who are unfamiliar? MomDominique: Of course, my dear. I’m an erotica writer. My favorite genre is castration. Mother/Son focused stories tend to be my specialty. Of course I have a wide variety of related kinks as well. Attis: Other kinks besides castration? MomDominique: Anything fe...
"Jimmy, the barn's on fire!" she yelled, her voice echoing through the space. He didn't even flinch, just rolled his eyes and kept working. "Not buying it, Mom," he called over his shoulder. Jimmy, now a lanky teenager with a mop of brown hair and a permanent smirk, was in the barn, tending to the animals. He had inherited her sense of humor but had grown too sharp to fall for her usual tricks.�...
# The Ad by MomDominique “Jimmy! Jimmy! It’s starting! My first ad! Little ol’ me on TV” shouted Jill as she ran over and flopped onto the sofa next to her son. The sofa groaned a little as Jill’s chubby frame sunk into the cushion. Jimmy just rolled his eyes. “It’s just an ad, it’s not gonna be that big a deal…” he began. Little did he know how wrong he was. “Tired of your s...
Another hot summer day, another afternoon of me sweating my balls off in the airducts above Mom’s office. It wasn’t the most comfortable place, but through the little slits in the air vents, it did give me quite a nice view of the action below. The action being Mom strutting around, her big tits on full display in her skimpy little lab coat, while the guys she is operating on are whimpering in...
Jimmy stepped off the school bus, feeling the weight of the world on his shoulders. He'd been dreading this moment all day—the moment he'd have to face his mom and tell her the news. The sun was still high in the sky, casting a warm glow over the quiet suburban street, but it couldn't shake the chill that had settled in his gut. He slammed the door of the house shut, dropping his backpack with a...
"Why can't I just be normal, Mom?" Jimmy mumbled, his eyes glued to the floor. He had asked himself this question a million times, but somehow, saying it out loud made the weight of his anxiety heavier. "Normal is subjective, sweetheart," his mother, Dr. Marilyn McDonald, responded from her chair. Her voice was soothing, the kind that made her patients feel safe enough to spill their darkest secre...
“You’re… very beautiful,” Prince Simon stammered. “If you say so,” said his mother, Queen Annie, trying to sound nonchalant. The truth was, Queen Annie was nearly 40, her figure a little softened around the edges. She hadn’t been called “beautiful” in years, certainly not by Simon’s father. His attention had long since strayed, hungering for younger members of his harem. “You...
Oct1, Dear Diary, Today I saw Mom castrating a bull. I thought it would be scary, because Mom told me to look away. I peeked, though. It wasn’t scary at all. In fact, it was quite captivating. Seeing Mom’s deliberate, capable hands so easily remove the thing’s sexuality. Afterwards, Mom said she did it to make him calmer, gentler. Honestly? That sounds like she did the fella a favor. I cou...
**1. He'll be more obedient** Without all that pesky testosterone, he'll slip into the "Eunuch Calm," a state of mild mannered obedience. No more refusing to do his chores, no more back talk! Just him doing what you say with a smile - even better than what nature intended. **2. He's probably fantasized about it for years** Our research shows that a sizable number of boys fantasize about becoming e...
**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 ...
I was rifling through Mommy’s underwear drawer one day when I first found the flash drive. Mommy’s underwear was always a thrill - soft, lacy, and big enough to cover her nice, plump ass - but I knew that, whatever was on this flash drive, would probably be even hotter. And it didn’t disappoint. It turns out that Mommy was a dominatrix! The drive contained hundreds of films of her spanking m...