A Fetish Doll For Mommy

She was wearing an outfit that made my cock grow hard in an instant. A short, ultra tight black leather mini dress that barely contained her gigantic breasts, long leather boots and a pair of shoulder length, shiny black leather gloves to went up to bat wing points above her shoulders.

I found myself in a state of total arousal and confusion. Before I could gather my thoughts she was pulling me into an embrace and pushing her tongue into my mouth. "Well just don't stand there pretty one, come in." All I could do was stutter out, "yes mother." She told me then I was to always call her "mommy." It seemed a juvenile to me but I was in no state to argue. All I could do was say "Yes mommy." As I followed her into what I assumed was the living room.

She sat down on a chair upholstered in white satin and then slowly and seductively crossed her leather-clad legs. "Come here Johnny and let me have a better look at you." She practically purred. I hated the name Johnny and felt a twinge of humiliation. She told me to kneel at her feet so she could get a better look at my face.

I just did as she had told me to do and knelt in front of her. I was all alone with this woman and felt very helpless. As soon as I was kneeling she picked up a long, gold box from the table next to her chair and pulled out a very long cigarette. She handed me a gold lighter and simply said, "When mommy smokes you will light her cigarette pretty one." My hands were shaking with arousal and humiliation at being called pretty as I lit her cigarette. She took a long drag as she began to caress my face with one buttery soft leather gloved hand. My new mother leaned in close and blew the smoke slowly and seductively into my face. She then stared directly at my tented out pants and laughed. "Do you have an erection pretty one? An erection from the sight of your own new mother?" All I could do was stammer "I, I, I." She just took another drag off the cigarette as she continued stroking my face with the leather glove before telling me to stand. As soon as I was standing she grabbed my pants and tore them down to my ankles along with my underwear. I found myself standing directly in front of my new mother with a pounding hard on, fully exposed as tears of shame and humiliation poured down my cheeks.