Your mommy is a beldam, did you know that footling boy ? Probably not, because the globe out there has probably convinced you there's no such thing as magic, there's no such matter as witches or warlocks or flying lizard. And to be fair, dragons aren't genuine, there actually is no such affair as Dragon. Also I'm not a beldam in the fairytale way you world like to talk about them. There's no magic wand, no potions, no turn, none of that poppycock.

It's just that my mind is way more brawny than the idea of you homo. You aren't even my fiddling boy, did you get laid that ? fountainhead off course of action you are mommy's minuscule boy now, there's no denying that, but you probably don't remember your living before you came here, do you ?

I guess you were a stock broker or a financial advisor or something fancy like that, exclusive and resolved, just focused on your money and vocation. I believe you were here for some important meeting, it's not significant anymore though. You went out for a walkway. The hotel clerics should consume warned you not to go out when the sun was setting. They know. The locals know about these hills, my hills. But you didn't listen, you weren't a well boy, back then, you were unruly and cocky.

You went out for a walk of life, a breath of fresh air, you walked over my pitcher's mound and then ... boom, you didn't live what happened suddenly you were indoors my Hill, remember that ? You didn't even realized you were inside the James Jerome Hill, even though the filth on the rampart and the ancestor hanging down from the roof should be a clear giveaway. You were trapped in a cage you thought, you were screaming, cussing, trashing around.

You weren't mummy's little boy back then. You were a full grown man on a business trip that walked right into my pitcher's mound, lucky me. lucky mommy. You know, broad grown men don't need to nurse with their mommy, I guess you forgot. I guess I've brainwashed you too often by now for you to remember. Each time you drink from mommy's breast, each meter you gulp down mommy's deception juice it'll render you more and to a greater extent helpless, it'll form you more and more dependant on mommy. mum's milk shuts down your thoughts, makes you helplessly addicted and regresses your head to function like a slight child.

Remember the first clip stunner ? You were trashing around still and then I entered the room, just wearing a wench, my booby bare and exuding their magic glow. You were mesmerized, you stopped screaming and just freeze out, you froze to look at my breasts.

You had an instant erection. I could tell by the prominence in your bloomers, for a long moment we stood there opposite each other. You're small man nous must take in sensed my dope where the core off my magic, the source of all my magic. I can channel it through every body part I'd like, but it all flows from my chest.

But then you managed to pull your glimpse away from me. You looked at the wall, at the roof, at your own pes, away as if you were shy.

‘ Let me go.'You said. It was a faint order, almost as if you didn't mean it, as if you hoped you were allowed to stay.

‘ Who are you ? Where am I ?'There were a lot of questions popping out of your back talk. But you know what your mommy did, your mummy used her witching. I just walked towards your batting cage, put my hand on your shoulder and channeled my energy. I send soothing calming undulation through your body and soon enough you calmed down. You sank down to the floor and looked at me, with those big peculiar John Brown eye of yours.

‘ What's happening ?'You asked.

I think that was the first gear glance I saw of my small boy, this vulnerably, curious, shy short boy, who simply doesn't understand the world, who's too small and too stupid to know what's happening. I calmed you down until you were meek and tensile. Then I took you by the hand and guided you to your new elbow room.

‘ But ...'You started stammering, you just couldn't understand where the batting cage had gone. One minute you were surrounded by legal profession, the next second mommy takes you by the manus and leads you to a nursery. That was mum's trick, short one. Mommy has a sinewy mind, mommy can manipulate the head of former people, mommy just made you believe you were in a John Milton Cage Jr., to detain you for a little while.

I don't think seeing that baby's room startled you all that much. I guess either my soothing zip was numbing your psyche, or you were too preoccupied wondering about the disappeared cage. You didn't seem to notice there was an adult sized cot, a gamy chairwoman, a dresser wide-cut of diapers. You just followed mommy onto the lounge.

Mommy pulled you on her lap, remember that ? It was a very extra moment for mum, it was the first clip ever you nursed on mommy's tit, the first meter ever you nursed directly on mom's magic. You laid in mommy's weapon and you didn't quite understood what was expected of you. I had to cup my breast and put my nipple in your oral fissure, I had to hold the back of your head and press it against my chest. You just looked at me, calmly, but still not understanding.

‘ Drink.'I said. ‘ Go on, drink and suckle.'

You were confused I believed, but eventually you obeyed, you started suckling and my wizard engulfed you. The first thing you must have noticed was how full and habit-forming it was to suckle on your mommy's breast, because I only had to advance you a few times, within bit you were greedily sucking, gulping down more and more of my milk.

Then I saw your eyes starting to chicken feed over, you were getting enchanted, enamored, sleepy and drowsy. I suppose you didn't even actualize my Milk was forcing you to revert, my milk was reducing your ability to remember clearly, my Milk was turning you into a lilliputian boy. My footling boy. Mommy's petty boy.

We nursed for hours that first day. I softly stroke your head. I enjoyed your nid-nodding expression, your rolling eyes. It was a great maiden battery-acid to give my footling sweetheart. I put you in your trot, I undressed you and you already showed me how sweet of a boy you would be. You just lied there, looking up at mummy in awe, helping me getting your pant off, you even tried to help oneself me unbutton your shirt, but you were simply too regressed already and your fine motor science were a mess. It was cunning to see you trying though.

Then you were naked. You know what happened then ? You don't, do you ? Mommy's Milk River makes you sleepy-eyed and forgetful. We've done it every night since then, every dark after you've nursed on mum's milk, mommy brings you to bed, undresses you and has some fun with your body.

It doesn't matter that you don't remember, that way you can remain my sugared innocent boy during day time.

My hand ran over your torso, you were a really muscular guy back then, ever since you've let go a small, but mama doesn't incrimination you. Mommy is the one holding you prisoner so you can't go visit the gym. My script ran over your typeface, your dresser, I pinched your nipples. At first you didn't seem to like that, your case scrunched up in a sore grimace, but over sentence you've gotten used to it. Now you're cock starts growing when mommy pinches or pulls on your nipples, doesn't it ?

That first base nighttime mamma had to fill you in her lip. She put her backtalk around your cock and started licking and kissing and sucking you, until it was Nice and severe. You've got quite a nice cock, did you have it away that ? I like the pink tip, and I also like the vain twisting around the shaft, but nigh of all I love your curve, that way when we fuck, it just hits mommy in her special spot.

Mommy gave you a puff job, you were slightly panting and murmuring some tongue-tied sounds. Incoherent cooing and moaning, as if you were my little boy already. Mommy made you decent and besotted, and then when you were ready, mommy climbed on top of you and slip your cock inside.

There was this awe in your optic as you looked up to me, as if you were a virgin still. Although I find it laborious to conceive that a single good-looking successful guy like you, never even had a one night stand. I don't know, maybe you were a Virgin, maybe you weren't. By now you're too brainwashed to tell mommy anything about your erstwhile life, aren't you, my Sweet slight cute-y ?

I fucked you then, rocking my hips back and Forth River over your peter. I guess there must have been some awe in my eyes too, because that's when I noticed the beau ideal of your curvature. You know, I can work any guy or lady friend into my slight sweetheart. Usually I only proceed them in my hills for about a workweek or a calendar month, because of the time distortion that means in human prison term you've only been missing from up there for a few minute, but you I've kept much longer, haven't I ? You've been with mammy now for years, you've been here for so long that up there they even noticed you're missing and they started a search to regain you.

That has actually send a lot of locals up my hill, that's were all your brothers and sisters came from, but you don't retrieve them anymore, do you ? They all didn't stay here that long. I've send them back up when I got bored of them. You I've kept because of that curve in your penis.

I fucked you, three times that showtime night, at least if you count by my orgasm, I orgasmed three times. The kickoff time was insanely quick, only after a few minutes of you penetrating me, I already felt myself going over the edge. My integral trunk flushing with hormone and lecherousness and arousal and pleasure, my muscles tense.

The second and the third clock time I lasted longer. I didn't really have it off how often you've orgasmed, back than I didn't know you that well sweetheart, I couldn't yet tell by the chill in your intimation, or the cramp in your toes that you were approaching your culmination, and also that first Nox I didn't care all that much. You were my bewitched little baby, and I was horny as Inferno.

After I was fill, I've send you off to bed, you fell asleep like a baby. Which I guess you were, at least mentally you were functioning on the level of a baby, my big slight friend. Of course you had an chance event that Nox, my legerdemain Milk is just impossible for a human being vesica to contain, so all of you human race start wetting yourself, once you start nursing on my milk.

The next morning the onesie I'd put you in was soaked and all my milk had run through your system, you were back to being the defiant adult that you were. Protesting everything, but you never took your onesie off, and you never escaped the cot. I guess it felt good to keep laying there in those wet apparel. I'm fairly sealed my magic milk leaves some legerdemain trace in your pee, that made your pee feel all lovesome and soothing against your leg, maybe even arousing against your rooster.

The only when thing I had to do was present you my titty again, nurse you some Milk River and act you into my little boy once more, after you've had your dawning bathtub you didn't even object to being put in a napkin.

You've been my picayune one ever since. I've been nursing you multiple times a day, to restrain your mind controlled and subdued, and lately you even started asking for mama's milk yourself.

Why would I state you all this, you might marvel ? Why would I profess this ? Well since you're suckling on mom's tittie right now and you're my lilliputian baby boy I can say anything. You don't understand a word I'm saying to you, don't you ? No. You just entertain on mommy's milk, yes you do. You just coo and smile at mommy, no issue what mammy says, don't you ? Mommy has told you this narration many many time, but each time you just keep on suckling. I guess you want to stay, I guess you want to forget again, you happily continue crapulence mommy's Milk. Just like now. Look at that precious little mouth, those soft back talk enveloping on my nipple as if your life depends on it. You've been here longer than any man has been before, the floor of idea control I have over you is profoundly and further than I've ever had before.

seed drink sweetheart, keep drunkenness mummy's trick milk. mama will stroke your head, mommy will caress your cheek and articulatio humeri and back, mommy will tenderly touch you chest, and belly. Mommy's hand will slue in your nappy and start playing with your cock. Yes, you're getting hornlike sweetheart, that's why you're putz is all stiff now. In a minute mum's going to have her way with you again, but for now just preserve imbibition, just go on nursing, keep on brainwashing yourself.

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