Monica looked at Damon with a mixture of pity and superiority. “Well, Damon, what say we try something a little different?” She stepped up to the nude boy who kept trying to get his nub-like, baby penis to get hard so he could finally finish coming to his perfect fantasy. Her boyfriend was so tiny to her now and Monica had to hold herself back before she started laughing at the little cuck boy. “You think this was hot, Damon baby? This was nothing compared to what it could be. You wanted to be humiliated, right? What’s more humiliating than being a little boy with his baby cock trying to jerk off to his momma?”
Damon whimpered. “B-but… I didn’t get to-”
Monica put a finger to his lips, shushing the boy’s blubbering. With a hint of satisfaction, she caught Damon shying looking at her tits while Jason was likely behind her admiring her round, mature ass. “You didn’t get to finish? That’s because we’re not done. You could be mommy’s little boy, just following me around, tugging at your little dick while I fuck my way through the dad’s in the neighborhood.” While it was hard to make out, Monica definitely saw a stirring in the little prick remaining of Damon’s manhood. “Is that what you want?”
Damon didn’t say anything, but nodded, his eyes low. His fetish had brought him to a place of no return.
“Say it, then, baby. Be my little guy forever.” Monica jumped slightly as Jason came up behind her and rested his new cock on her back. It felt like a salami with a heartbeat.
Damon’s eyes flicked up to Jason and darkened. “I want to be Monica’s son,” he muttered to Madame Illusia.