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ok and now for something completely different…we have an audio file to listen along to as you read. @goddess-by-night has contributed Rina’s dialogue, which maybe you can open up in another window as you read along. It’s a 30+minute commitment, head’s up.>>>Audio of Rina’s Dialogue from this Scene<<< (<—click here! reposted at new host/free patreon 14 May 2021)anyway…enjoy!=================================== My heart is racing, the promise of this evening already beginning to bear fruit…I’m thrilled, but I’m terrified. Rina - my recent, illicit office affair, medical assistant and young, single new mother - has me in her apartment. She has me in her apartment and she has me quivering, my body shaking, as she’d opened her bathrobe to show me the full ripeness of her body, her overly swollen breasts bursting from her full, white, silky bra. She’s stepped back from me, from where I half-sit, perched on the arm of her couch, where she had me enveloped in her robe just moments ago. She now stands in the doorway to her bedroom; her crooked smile beckons.“Oh, look at you. You may think you’re a grown man,” she says, her tranquil, confident tone belying her youth, “but inside I know you’re not. You’re nothing but a tiny…little…baby. And tonight I want you to play your part hun. Come here. Come to the bedroom. But…” She pauses, relishing the moment. “…I want you to crawl…”She wants me to *what*?? No way. I chuckle - hearing myself sound nervous - and start towards her. But I don’t get more than one step before I’m scolded.“Nuh uh uh…No walking,” she directs me, “Babies don’t walk. Get down on your hands and knees… and crawl to Mommy, baby boy.”I…I pause. I freeze. I falter. My heart is still racing, pounding in my ears, blurring my vision in the half-darkness. I’ve…I’ve never done this before. Is this…role playing? I’ve imagined it, I’ve dreamed of it, but now that the moment’s come…I don’t know if I have the will. My weakness is pulling me both ways. Do I submit, give in, expose and lay bare my submissive tendencies? Or…am I too afraid, too weak to even do that..? She’s in the doorway to her bedroom…what awaits me on the other side?“Do it.” she commands.Suddenly I’m overwhelmed, and I’m on my knees. On all fours, naked in front of this girl. In front of this ripe girl of a mother with her gym-strong thighs and - gulp - milk-laden breasts.“There you go…!” she praises as - fighting against any shred of self-respect I had left - I begin to move on my hands and knees towards her. She has my gaze locked, our eyes never leaving one another’s. “That’s right…Crawl to me. Crawl to your Mommy.”The wood floor is hard on my knees.“Awww, you look so small and cute down there!” she gushes, “That’s it, little one…that’s it! Crawl. Come to me, come to mama.”I continue to crawl, looking up at her, my mind both racing and becoming totally blank, opening itself up to obey her. ““Can you feel it?” she asks, looking down at me with thrilled satisfaction as I timidly move across the floor to her, “The closer you get, the more you obey Mommy, the smaller you get. The smaller you get and the more you become her little baby.””“R-R-Rina…?” I begin, but my voice is lost, weak, unheard.“C’mon. C’mon. That’s right..!” she praises, encouraging me as she takes a step backwards, “Come to mama. C’mon… crawl into her bedroom…”She’s backing up, into her bedroom, urging me onwards, towards her. The lights are low inside, just a bedside lamp, but the room is brighter than the rest of the apartment. I cross the threshold to her bedroom, my hands and knees onto a thick carpet of plush grey.“Mmmm, yes. You’re becoming smaller and smaller as you follow Mommy Rina,” she purrs, moving around her bed, made up in soft whites, so that it now stands between us, “Now, you’re in her bedroom. Here you’re no longer an adult. You’re not a doctor…not a husband…or even a man. Here, you’re mine. You’re my tiny…little…baby… ”I take the moment - just a moment - to break her gaze and look about the room. It’s the room of a young woman: clothes thrown over a chair, a dresser strewn with cosmetics and creams. Magazines on the floor. But…there’s evidence of other life. A small, cheap crib sits in the corner. A box of diapers lays open next to it.“Good boy,” she coos, commanding my gaze back to her as she sits onto the bed, mattress creaking under her weight, “crawling all that way. Now-“ She pats the empty spot next to her, plainly directing me. “Come. Get into bed with Mommy.”She is playing a part but I am hypnotized, doing exactly as she says, inching closer to the bed and then, tentatively, crawling up to join her. She pulls the soft feather comforter away for me, allowing me in as she smiles warmly down at my compliance. I feel demeaned, yes, ashamed. But Rina is offering what others haven’t, won’t. She realizes it surely, that she’s feeding and fulfilling deep, hidden desires. She’s using it to get to me as well as plant a seed; she’s beginning to establish a sense of authority, of hierarchy within this relationship. During the day, I may be her employer. But here, in her bed, she is the dominant one, she is the superior. She tells me what to do. She’s…the boss.It’s been this way for a bit, since we started this thing, this affair… but tonight is different. This is a huge step in a direction I know I shouldn’t be going.She knows I can’t resist.She sits herself back against the padded headboard of the bed, stretching her legs out and watching me patiently as I struggle onto the mattress beside her.“Gooood…good boy,” she tells me, as if speaking to a child.It’s in this moment, a proud one for her, that Rina opens her bathrobe again wider, allowing me to watch her breasts bulge around her bra as she presses her big chest forward and slides the robe off her shoulders to fall behind. It puddles around her full hips, under her muscular rear. She pushes it away from her lap, off and away from her thick thighs, and looks down at me.She opens and extends her arms towards me, a motherly gesture.“Okay. Now, come here little one, lay your head on my lap…” I have never had any woman speak to me so tenderly, so gently. Offer me these sorts of comforts. She wants to help me towards this…but still, I am afraid.She sees the fear, the trepidation in my face and hushes me with a ‘shhhhhh….’. I feel her right arm behind me, pulling me towards her. I sense it all crumbling, inside me, whatever resistance I had left. The very real human need of fulfillment overrides my values, my loyalties, my commitments…and I lay my head into her lap, facing her knees.“There you go…” she coos.I moan, despite myself, indulging in the feel of her soft, impossibly smooth skin against my sallow cheek. Young and strong, her legs are perfect, fragrant and warm. I close my eyes and sigh, allowing myself the pleasure of a girl’s comforts, feeling her pet my head gently. Her lap is a pillow, her caresses mesmerizing.“Mm. You like being on Mommy’s lap, don’t you?” she purrs, “Like to rest your head on her strong thighs?” She hears me sigh, assent. “But here, turn, face me…” she directs, pulling me closer, turning me to face her, look up at her, “…there you go.”A slight bend to her knees brings her thighs up to better cradle my head into her lap, which becomes even more a nest for me. I gaze up at her speechlessly, quivering in anticipation.“You like to look up at me like that?” she asks, “See me smile down at you? Mommy’s pretty, hm? Yes. So pretty. And do you like to look up and see Mommy’s big boobies in her big…white bra?”God, lord, christ…I’m quivering.“Does this feel familiar, little one?” she continues, “Hm? Did your mother used to hold you like this? Did she have big breasts too? Like mine?”Oh my god, I wince to myself, turning my head again away from her in an instinct, a defense. Thoughts confused with emotions mixed with a crippling arousal wrack my mind, keep me from speaking. I can feel her looking down at me, watching me…analyzing me. Figuring me out. I…I can’t talk to Rina about…about her, yet. It would be…too much. Now I feel like my silence gives me away even more, but…what can I say??I feel her fingers, her soft hand, on my cheek, turning my head back towards her. I shut my eyes, too ashamed.The tenderness of her voice is relentless. "Awwww…shhhh,” she hushes me, pausing to regard me, “That’s why, isn’t it? Why you need this? Why you want a new Mommy? It’s because…you didn’t have one.”It’s as though she’s reading my mind. My eyes open, are seized by hers.“Or…you had a mommy, a nice, pretty mommy with big, big breasts,” she continues, hitting even more truths, “But then…then you lost her, didn’t you?”Rina stokes my face and smiles, speaking with a sure confidence. “That was it, wasn’t it?”No reply from me is her answer. In a palpable moment of change, a little victory of hers, her tone shifts again."Well, I’m your Mommy now,” she says, with tender strength, “Do you understand, little one?”In her lap, I nod timidly. My new Mommy.“Yes? Good. Good boy. And Mommy knows what you need,” she states, “Now, are you ready? Mommy is going to show you her breasts.”I…I almost die. I mean - I’ve seen her without her top before, a bunch of times. Rina and I have been intimate, and yes her breasts are spectacular. Possibly the largest I’ve ever been with, and firm. Young. But - this is different. When she removes her bra, seated here above me like this, the heavy weight of her bosom falls. Under her white skin, veins bulge. She must see my eyes goggling, because when she speaks - “So big, aren’t they?” - it’s with womanly pride. “Mommy has such big breasts. And they’re even bigger today, huh?”She is…she is absolutely gravid.“I have so much, so much inside them for you. Oooo Mama’s gonna really spoil you, baby.”Rina’s excited, excited herself by the feeling of power and control she has, realizing how fixated, how enraptured I am. I feel her breathe, relaxing, allowing her body to finally, after waiting all day…“Shhh…shhhshhshhh…” She leans in, down towards me, tempting me with a breast so close. I watch as a drop of white appears on the underside of her nipple, gathers mass, becomes gravid itself.“Mommy’s gonna to take care of you,” she coos, softly, “She’s going to take care of absolutely everything. She’s going to make you feel so good. Would you like that? Yeah? Well, all you have to do is…always do as Mommy asks, and…make her happy. She can make it so easy for you. You don’t need to be an adult anymore. You just need to…relax.”She fights back a smile. “Do you want that? Do you want to belong to Mommy Rina? Do you want to …” Turning her torso just so, she presents her nipple to me. “… be her little baby?”“Y-y-y-y….” I stammer, staring wide-eyed at the burgeoning swell of milk on her breast, threatening to fall.“Ohhhh…you can barely speak,” Rina gloats, pleased at the state she has me in, “But it’s okay, Mommy knows. Mommy knows what you want…”I gasp as milk drips onto my face. She giggles at me, my surprise. “Oooo I’m sorry!” she laughs, “Am I getting it all over you? Is Mommy dripping onto your little face?”Another thick, white droplet has begun to form; my mouth, in wonder, instinctively widens. “Oh, don’t worry, she has plenty for you. But, I want you to practice first..” ”Her finger, at my lips. Pushing to slide into my mouth.“I want you to try… sucking on Mommy’s finger…”Something inside me resists, purses and puckers, blocks. My eyes close.“Nuh-uh, open your mouth, do this first…” she half-scolds. “Shhh…take my finger. Suck…”At her command, I open, just enough, and tentatively begin to suck as her finger slides in. What the fuck am I doing?!? Behind closed lids, my eyes begin to water, so many emotions boiling.“That’s right, there you go…” she coos in praise, “that’s my good baby. Suck on mommy’s finger…Good. Now…shhshhshh…open your eyes. Mommy wants you to look at her when you suckle..”Helpless, afraid she’ll stop if I don’t do as she says, I comply, and look up at her.“Mmmm…There,” Rina purrs, a giggle and a proud thrill in her eyes that makes me shrink into her, “There you are! There’s my little baby.”She rewards me with coos, with more clucks and purrs. “Mmmmm, ooooo, yesss…” Her voice becomes even more indulgent, she’s speaking to a treasured infant. “Are you enjoying sucking on Mommy’s finger? Hm? Yes? It’s nice?” She sees my head nodding weakly, passively, but also sees the rheumy ache in my eyes. “But..oh? You want something…more?”Rina giggles, all moments leading up to this. She slides her finger from my mouth.“Mmm…You want Mommy’s breast? Hm? Is that it? You want to suckle on Mommy Rina?” she asks, as I begin to tremble anew, “ You want to breastfeed? You want to nurse? Ok…”In a more stern, but still gentle and motherly tone, she tells me - “…but, I want you to call me ‘Mommy’.”My ego stuns me.“Shh Shh shhh…Go ahead…say it,” she says, gazing down at me with a patient smile, “Call me ‘Mommy’.”Oh god I can’t speak. What is it, that’s holding my tongue? Is it pride? Is it my rational self, understanding what this girl could do to my life now, if she wanted, knowing what she does?“Say it,” she directs, laying her hand on my stiff, throbbing cock, pressing it’s length firmly down onto my belly. Immediately I groan, and she watches my resistance crumble. “Say ‘Mommy’…”It’s a whine, a plea, a surrender: “M-M-Muh…M-mommy…”“That’s right…” she praises, exultant, giving my erection an obliging squeeze, “gooooooood boy! I’m your Mommy..!”She laughs, delighted, tugging on me gently, watching my body spasm and quake.“Alright,” she agrees, finally directing her right breast to my face, “Now open your mouth. Latch on to Mommy’s breast.”From here, life is a blur. I open my mouth with crushing timidity and feel her, as she cradles my head with her free hand, push her nipple in between my lips. Without thought I close around it and draw soft flesh, the hard nub of her, in. Milk already streams onto my palate, over my tongue, down towards my throat. I swallow. I suck, and I swallow. I begin to suck, and suck.“That’s right, very good….suck. There you go,” she clucks, “There’s Mommy’s milk…”Above me, as she holds me, I feel her groan in relief. Milk is flooding, now - warm and sweet - into my mouth. She is full, she has been full, all day, and this is release for her.“ohhh….mm…yes…that’s better…” she purrs in pleasure. Her attention on my shaft resumes, become more rhythmic; slowly she strokes me, causing me to groan. The rapture is devastating, overwhelming, and I…I am too quick in…oh no…“Shhhh…settle down, sweetie. Settle down,” she says, firmly pressing my hard cock back down, onto my belly. She watches as I struggle to contain myself and the feeling fades, an early climax fought back. But with a click of her tongue she admonishes it, even as I continue to nurse. “Oh, honey… look at that. That’s so hard. And it’s so big. Is it painful?”I groan again, needfully pressing my hips up into her.Her voice changes again. “Would you like mommy to make it better?” she asks, mollifying me with a voice more syrupy and sweet than ever, “Mmmhmmm. Make it feel better, while you nurse on her? Yeah? Well ok…Mommy will make it better…” She begins, slowly, to stroke me again. “Mmm, my little boy is so excited…but Mommy will help. Mommy will help you relax. Mommy will play with you… and stroke you. Pacify you.”I groan again, as she begins to jerk me off, as I nurse at her breast.“There…how does Mommy’s hand feel? Nice? Mmmm…” Her hand is soft, gripping me firmly, expertly.“Oh, what a good boy. What a good, good boy,” she says as she strokes me, “Mommy likes it when you’re right here. Suckling on her breast, nursing. Safe in her arms.” She’s melting my pride, she knows it, stripping away my ego. I“Do you like this? Do you like how my big breast presses up against your little face? Does it feel soft? Yeah?” For emphasis, showing me how big she is, she squashes her breast into, and around, my face.I stare wide-eyes at the huge, soft, white flesh in front of me, and then shut my eyes in shame, even as she gently repositions my head.“Now, I want you to look at me again, little baby,” she says, “I like it when you look up at me while you nurse. While you suckle. While you breastfeed. Open your eyes, look up at your Mommy… Goooood…”She chuckles, as our eyes have met.“Mmmm..Oh. You look so precious, sucking on Mommy. You look so small and helpless. Like a little infant. Like Mommy’s little, baby boy.”I can do nothing, now, but suck, and swallow, making weak, submissive little noises.“oh…and I like that. Mommy likes when you whine. Mommy likes when you whimper…”I want to make her happy, I want to…nnnnn…”mmm that’s right, whine. Ohhh I love that. You sound so weak and helpless. Ohhh…I love how weak I can make you. How little you look. Such a good boy, keep sucking. Keep feeding…”“Mmmm…” she purrs in praise, as I fall deeper and deeper into this humiliating fantasy, “Breast milk is supposed to make babies stronger…but look what it’s doing to you. It’s making you weaker. I like that, seeing you so helpless and little. Making you feeble. My big breasts make you feel puny, don’t they? They do. They make you feel defenseless. You’re just a weak, weak man, aren’t you? You’re like a teeny tiny baby, a little breastfeeding thing….MmHmm…”I can sense it, feel it. She’s amazed, knowing that I’m getting off not only on the nursing, on the handjob, but on the humiliation itself. She’s finding out more and more about me, laying me more and more bare, with every moment that passes.Still stroking, she squeezes my cock forcefully; I whine in reply, into her tit.“There you go…whimper,” she commands, a subtle but electric derision now in her voice, “Whine for me. Make yourself sound like a little fucking infant. Like the baby you are, like the weak, little man you are inside. A little man, powerless for a pretty girl, unable to resist a woman’s breast.”In rhythm with the hand stroking my cock, I begin to groan weakly, a cadence.“And you wish you could just get smaller, don’t you?” she continues, “Smaller and smaller and smaller, here in my arms. So small I could hold you to my teat. So small I could put you into my robe. That would be so nice, wouldn’t it? Being that small, with me?”A pause. I hear her breathing, through her nose.“When are you going to leave her, and be with me?”Oh Jesus…no. What have I done? What sort of power over me, over my life, am I giving this girl, this young, single mother, this employee of mine? But I can’t stop now. My whining has become more rhythmic, almost sobbing, my climax approaches.She senses it, again knows my thoughts, has allowed my eyes to droop. “Ohhh…listen to you! Is it too much? Do you need to come, baby? Do you need to come for mommy? Okay .You can come while you to suck on Mommy’s breast. Mmmm Mommy doesn’t mind. Come, while mommy makes you feel good. While Mommy strokes you…”My gut clenches as her pace quickens. She starts stroking faster. I moan.“Oh yes, baby, Mommy loves those moans,” she says, “Oh, are you going to cum my little one? Mommy wants you to cum. Mommy wants you to feel good, but you need to look into her eyes. Mommy wants you to look into her eyes while you cum. That’s right, look up at me. Oh yes. Good boy. Good baby. Look at me, look at my eyes. Yeah. Look at your mommy. Look at your big, pretty mommy and cum, my little one. Cum for mommy. Come for me, baby….come for mommy…come, come, come…”I climax in her hand. A jolt, a bolt, a crack of silent thunder. For the moment, my suckling stops, but my eyes stay on hers, wide and frightened.“Ahh…ahhhha…ahahaha!” she laughs, looking right into my eyes, staring at me as I come for her, amazed herself at what she’s done to me. I can barely take it, keeping her gaze, but she’s so beautiful, a young mother, and my submission - though she’s gloating over it - has made her so happy. In this moment I want to do everything she says, so I come…and I come…and I come. And I watch her exalt in her triumph.“Oh yes..! Oh yes, yes, yes..!” she lauds, proudly,” Oh, good boy!! Good baby! That’s right, that’s right…mmmmm….get it all out. Get it all out for mommy…”Finally, after a time, I’m spent. I feel the hot spill of seed on my chest, oozed. I’m slick in her hand, softening“Ohh. Look at that. You’ve made a mess all over yourself,” she says, as she cradles my organ, gently squeezing, “You’ve made a mess all over mommy’s hand. Aww, but that’s all right. Mommy doesn’t mind. Mommy will clean up…mommy will take care of it for you…”I can hear her smile, see her voice wrap itself around my life more tightly. For the moment, I let it happen, let myself get lost in her words.“You just close your eyes and relax,” she tells me, gently setting my heavy cock back down onto my belly. “That’s right, rest. Relax, and think about being with me every day.” She pets my face with a hand that smells of my brine. “I want to be like a drug to you. You’re going to need me. You’re going to need your Mommy. Imagine it. Think about leaving that barren wife of yours, and being with me. Coming to mommy, being with mommy, Mommy giving you what you need, every day. That’s right, come to mommy. She’ll take care of you, she’ll take care of you forever…”===================================This, of course, could not have been done without the time and efforts of @goddess-by-night. Please please please support her on her patreon, tell her you’re a fan of the story, and maybe we can get her to do some more work with us. Thanks for reading (and listening!) GoddesByNight Patreon is here -- source link

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