07-01-2026, 08:22 PM
Scene 79
The next day, I woke up to the steady hiss of a shower. The bedroom was bright with afternoon sun. I was alone under the big velvet blanket, smelling the God Mother on the pillows. I realized I had nothing with me, no clothes, no toothbrush, nothing. I slowly crawled out of bed and knocked on the frosted glass door of the bathroom.
"God Mother? I don't have a toothbrush or any clothes," I said softly. Through the glass, I saw her tall, curvy shadow move. The door clicked open, and a cloud of hot, rose-scented steam poured out. She was standing there completely naked under the spray, her skin glowing and wet. She didn't look embarrassed; she looked happy.
God Mother: "Come here, beta. I told you, I will take care of your cleaning, your clothing, and everything else. You don't need a brush when you have me."
She pulled me into the warm water. It felt like needles of heat on my skin. She took a bottle of expensive, minty flavoured toothpaste and rubbed it on her finger.
God Mother: "Open up, Sunny. Let God Mother make you fresh."
She rubbed her finger gently over my teeth and gums. It felt strange but very loving. Then, she filled her own mouth with cool water and mint, leaned down, and kissed me deeply, forcing the minty water into my mouth for me to rinse. It was the most intimate way to wake up. She washed my body with a soft sponge, her hands lingering on my back and chest, making me feel like a precious treasure.
After we dried off, she put on a simple but expensive white saree.
She gave me a silk robe to wear and called her driver.
God Mother: "We are going shopping. The boy needs his robes, and you are the king of my heart now."
She took me to a high-end mall that she had cleared out just for us. No other shoppers were there. It was just us and the nervous store clerks. I felt a rush of power seeing these grown men bow to us. She picked out the finest silk shirts and tight trousers for me.
We went into the large, mirrored changing room. It smelled like new leather and expensive carpet. She closed the heavy curtain, trapping us in a small, private space. I was trying on a pair of black trousers, standing there in just my tiny underwear.
God Mother watched me in the mirror, her breath getting heavy. The "Burn" of the morning was turning into a fire. She came up behind me, her hands sliding under my arms to cup my chest.
God Mother: "Oh, look at how you fit in these clothes. You look so grown up, so strong. It makes my choochiyan (tits) ache just seeing you like this."
She was getting excited. I could see her nipples poking through her thin silk blouse in the mirror. She turned me around and dropped to her knees right there on the plush carpet.
God Mother: "The clothes can wait. I need a taste of my baby right now. This room is soundproof, beta. No one can hear what we do."
She unzipped the new trousers and pulled my penis out. It was already hard from her touch. She took me into her mouth, her hot, minty breath from the morning now mixed with the raw hunger of her tongue. I leaned back against the cold mirror, the contrast of the freezing glass on my back and her boiling mouth on my cock making me dizzy.
God Mother: "Yes! Give it to me! Fill me up before we buy these!"
She sucked me with a fierce rhythm, her hands gripping my ass through the new fabric. I couldn't hold back. I climaxed hard, my "torch" hitting the back of her throat. She swallowed every drop, looking up at me with a wild, triumphant grin.
She wiped her mouth with a silk handkerchief and stood up, smoothing her saree as if nothing happened. She kissed my cheek, her lips still warm.
God Mother: "We'll take everything in this size. Now, let's go home. I have more surprises waiting for you."
I followed her out, my legs feeling like jelly, realizing that even in public, I was hers completely.
The next day, I woke up to the steady hiss of a shower. The bedroom was bright with afternoon sun. I was alone under the big velvet blanket, smelling the God Mother on the pillows. I realized I had nothing with me, no clothes, no toothbrush, nothing. I slowly crawled out of bed and knocked on the frosted glass door of the bathroom.
"God Mother? I don't have a toothbrush or any clothes," I said softly. Through the glass, I saw her tall, curvy shadow move. The door clicked open, and a cloud of hot, rose-scented steam poured out. She was standing there completely naked under the spray, her skin glowing and wet. She didn't look embarrassed; she looked happy.
God Mother: "Come here, beta. I told you, I will take care of your cleaning, your clothing, and everything else. You don't need a brush when you have me."
She pulled me into the warm water. It felt like needles of heat on my skin. She took a bottle of expensive, minty flavoured toothpaste and rubbed it on her finger.
God Mother: "Open up, Sunny. Let God Mother make you fresh."
She rubbed her finger gently over my teeth and gums. It felt strange but very loving. Then, she filled her own mouth with cool water and mint, leaned down, and kissed me deeply, forcing the minty water into my mouth for me to rinse. It was the most intimate way to wake up. She washed my body with a soft sponge, her hands lingering on my back and chest, making me feel like a precious treasure.
After we dried off, she put on a simple but expensive white saree.
She gave me a silk robe to wear and called her driver.
God Mother: "We are going shopping. The boy needs his robes, and you are the king of my heart now."
She took me to a high-end mall that she had cleared out just for us. No other shoppers were there. It was just us and the nervous store clerks. I felt a rush of power seeing these grown men bow to us. She picked out the finest silk shirts and tight trousers for me.
We went into the large, mirrored changing room. It smelled like new leather and expensive carpet. She closed the heavy curtain, trapping us in a small, private space. I was trying on a pair of black trousers, standing there in just my tiny underwear.
God Mother watched me in the mirror, her breath getting heavy. The "Burn" of the morning was turning into a fire. She came up behind me, her hands sliding under my arms to cup my chest.
God Mother: "Oh, look at how you fit in these clothes. You look so grown up, so strong. It makes my choochiyan (tits) ache just seeing you like this."
She was getting excited. I could see her nipples poking through her thin silk blouse in the mirror. She turned me around and dropped to her knees right there on the plush carpet.
God Mother: "The clothes can wait. I need a taste of my baby right now. This room is soundproof, beta. No one can hear what we do."
She unzipped the new trousers and pulled my penis out. It was already hard from her touch. She took me into her mouth, her hot, minty breath from the morning now mixed with the raw hunger of her tongue. I leaned back against the cold mirror, the contrast of the freezing glass on my back and her boiling mouth on my cock making me dizzy.
God Mother: "Yes! Give it to me! Fill me up before we buy these!"
She sucked me with a fierce rhythm, her hands gripping my ass through the new fabric. I couldn't hold back. I climaxed hard, my "torch" hitting the back of her throat. She swallowed every drop, looking up at me with a wild, triumphant grin.
She wiped her mouth with a silk handkerchief and stood up, smoothing her saree as if nothing happened. She kissed my cheek, her lips still warm.
God Mother: "We'll take everything in this size. Now, let's go home. I have more surprises waiting for you."
I followed her out, my legs feeling like jelly, realizing that even in public, I was hers completely.
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