(Original author here: I am embarrassed to admit that my first attempt at this story branch was a bit rushed and lacked a lot in some key areas. While I feel like this is in bad form, I have rewritten the branch from here.)
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. She rubbed her clit over him, letting Damon get a good look at how soft and malleable her body had become. Older, yes, but certainly still a sexy bitch. Her boyfriend, on the other hand, was so tiny to her now that Monica couldn’t stop herself from 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? You want to be my little boy sneaking around the house while I bring strangers back to my room to fill me up? I could be walking around our house with a cunt full of cum and you would just have to deal with it. Maybe I’ll have a different man make you a little baby brother or sister even.”
Despite everything, Damon’s humiliation kink caused a heat to rise to his face. While he couldn’t really get hard any more, he did feel a perverse stirring in his under-developed balls. The prepubescent boy 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 shyly looking at her tits while Jason was likely behind her admiring the view of 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 dads 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? You want to grow up with a sexy MILF mommy that you peek at while she’s sleeping or sucking off the neighbor? Maybe you’ll even see me when I’m getting out of the shower or when I’m lounging at home in my sexy lingerie.”
Damon didn’t say anything, but nodded, his eyes low. His fetish had brought him to a place of no return. The idea of being related to Monica - of seeing her every day but knowing that she could never be his - it was so humiliating and… sexy. And the taboo of her being his own mother. The young woman he used to fuck becoming this unattainable and forbidden sex goddess was undeniably sexy for him.
“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. The older woman made a noise in her throat that sounded like a demuring growl - hungry for more dicking.
Damon’s eyes flicked up to Jason and darkened. “I want to be Monica’s son,” he muttered to Madame Illusia.