[This chapter is inspired in part by a writer long since lost to time, wherever they are I hope they are well]
As the feathery floor reached up as if to grab him, she let him drop the last few inches into its surface, and with a whoosh, the soft feathers fluttered and danced in the air around.
Instantly he was overcome with helpless, endless, ticklish teasing. He squirmed and giggled and begged as he was immersed in a sea of ticklish sensations. It had been bad enough when clothed, what little protection that had offered, but now he was fully immersed in her wicked ticklish web.
In moments she was beside him, delighting in how without even having to touch him he was already so playful for her. Her massive breasts pressed down on his own chest and held him in place as she loomed in closer.
Unable to avoid it, Rick could only watch as her thick lips closed in on his, and her tongue lapped across his lips, leaving a slimy trail behind it before she pressed in for a kiss. The pillowy softness of her slick lips was magnified for him now, as they splayed out and dwarfed his own.
She sucked his mouth against hers with surprising force… before her tongue wormed between his lips.
Instantly, the taste of her saliva sent his mind tingling, and he groaned in arousal at the erotic way she kissed and sucked at his lips. Her saliva dripped down his chin as if she were feeding it to him, which he dazedly realised she effectively was. Now he was squirming more from the electric feelings of his cock gently brushing against her stomach, and her tongue flitting against his, than he was from the ticklish feathers he was being pressed down into.
Below, she slowly worked her hand up and down his midriff, moving a little lower every time. The ticklish sensations of the feathers wasn't gone, but it had dimmed to an almost pleasant background buzz. Her kissing was making him almost light headed, as if she were sucking the thoughts right out of his head along with everything else. His eyes rolled back as it felt like her long tongue had wrapped itself around his brain.
With a wet pop, she released Rick’s now soaking mouth, and left him panting heavily.
"Is Mommy's good boy excited to play?" she asked with coy sincerity, now slowly tickling her fingertips under the head of his cock.
"Mmmmfh…" he groaned in response, squirming and arching his back into those lovely fingers.
"Oh, but my good boy must be so very tired from climbing…" she said softly, her eyes flashing for a moment, "trying to climb away from Mommy, what a silly boy…"
Just for a moment, the tickling upon his cock became far less sexual and far more torturous. He giggled and squealed as her fingertips drove his sensitive hard cock wild under her ticklish assault.
As soon as it began, it had ended, and her fingers had resumed their gentle coaxing of his cock. Rick, however, twitched and squirmed as the ticklish sensations echoed long after. The message was clear - she could tickle him at any point, and he was helpless to do anything about it.
With a single hand, she lifted him up and slid her thick thigh beneath him, keeping his crotch presented up and jutting outwards, totally exposed to her. She then lifted her other leg across him and pinned his arms to his sides as her thick leg came down with a wet, sweaty slap, covering everything from his lower chest to his waist and sandwiching him between her two massive thighs… he was trapped.
Her gentle demeanour had returned, however, and she simply grinned at her now totally helpless captive with renewed maternalism.
"Mommy's boy must be so thirsty after all that climbing…" she cooed, and slowly began to circle a finger around one of her fat, thick nipples as she did so.
Rick’s eyes were drawn to her finger almost hypnotically as it spun, widening slightly as her large nipple hardened and protruded under her touch, growing and growing until it was almost two inches long, and nearly a full inch wide.
Before his eyes, like condensation collecting, droplets of milk began to form at the stubby tip of her nipple and formed together into a drop. The drop became a drip, drip, drip; before it trickled down the massive swell of her breast. She giggled in delight at his bashful and stunned expression.
"Is Mommy’s good boy… thirsty?"
He tried to express some objection, but already so thoroughly overwhelmed both physically and mentally by this immense sexual being, he couldn't bring himself to voice it. Indeed, some small part of him was not entirely opposed to the idea…
She slowly, and gently, but insistently, guided his mouth - so recently slickened by her sloppy kiss - to her nipple. As she did so, her other hand gently pinched it, sending a small squirt of cream to wet his chin, and guided her thick nipple to his lips in turn. He strained a little against her gentle fingers, but could barely pull his chin away from her.
"Come on, good boy… suckle for Mommy…" she insisted, and guided him closer.
Rick pursed his lips, and flushed deeply red with embarrassment, refusing to allow her thick nipple to enter his mouth. Milk began to paint across his lips, and he couldn’t help but inhale the sweet scent of her cream. It filled his senses and left his head swimming.
As her nipple tickled determinedly at his lips, she patiently wore away at his defences, until his tight lips began to loosen just slightly… then all it took was her hand to slowly drift down and trace across his sensitive stomach for him to gasp and shudder in ticklish ecstasy. As he did so, she easily slid her thick nipple home into his mouth, depressing his tongue beneath it and rendering him helpless to do anything but plaintively lick at the milky intruder.
"Thaaat's a good boy, such a good baby…" she cooed triumphantly, her sickly sweet voice taunting his reddening ears.
Wincing and sobbing in embarrassment, at how easily she had reduced him to a meek suckling child in her arms, her giggling only served to underline his helplessness. Her cream jetted gently into his mouth in tiny spurts, yet he felt too embarrassed to do as she wanted. Not only that, but he was determined to not give in to her so easily!
She was undeterred, however. Slowly, she traced her fingers along the back of his neck, and under his chin, ticklishly encouraging him to reflexively swallow the growing pool of milk in his mouth… and involuntarily suckle at her as he did so. She had won again, oh so easily, and he cursed himself. He hated how easily she could manipulate him into doing what she wanted, and brooding, he resigned himself to his fate.
As Rick experimentally suckled, he felt the tiny spurts of milk swiftly grew, as even the bare suction his comparatively small mouth brought forth torrents of milk from her finger thick nipple which now filled his mouth as it turgidly flexed. Unable to help himself, his tongue was lapping at her nipple as he struggled to find a comfortable place for it as her nipple swelled to fill his mouth.
“That’s it, drink it all up for Momma… Mmmm…”
She groaned in response to his supplication, evidently immensely enjoying how he was treating her sensitive nipple… and no doubt enjoying his submission to her whims. Her tickling hand became far more soothing now as it curled around his sensitive throat, feeling it shift as gulp after gulp of her milk was swallowed down. Although, her delicate hand never stopped its gentle ministrations entirely - as if an unspoken threat of what awaited even the slightest hint of resistance on his part. He would drink her milk down, he would obey her, and there would be no argument brooked about it. Rick now knew well what she would do if he did otherwise.
However, he was simply glad to find she wasn't tormenting him with her ticklish attention anymore, and Rick groaned in satisfaction around her nipple as she at last began to properly stroke his cock in her soft, strong fingers. The vibrations of his lips around her thick nipple delighted her, and she rewarded him with steady strokes of his cock which now bucked delightedly in her hand.
“Such a good, good boy, drinking all of Mommy’s milk…”
Indeed, his cock was practically buzzing now. He humped a little into her hand, and was rewarded with a tight grip that encouraged him to fuck her slick, stroking fingers.
“That’s it, just relax… let Mommy’s milk fill your tummy… such a thirsty boy…”
As he swallowed, her milk became thicker, richer, creamier… and sweeter. It clung to his tongue, painting every surface of his mouth with its saccharine taste. He felt himself eagerly swallowing her delicious milk now. Dimly, he hoped he could satisfy her long enough to allow himself time to plan. Maybe she would leave him alone long enough to try to escape.
“My good boy doesn’t have to think about anything else but sucking… suck for Mommy…”
Rick did just that, and as he suckled, he found it harder and harder to hold those thoughts in his head. It felt so much easier to just relax into her arms, her breasts, feel her soft breath tickling across his face… As he grew more relaxed, his cock merely throbbed all the harder, and his skin began to tingle at every slight touch. In fact, his whole body felt so sensitive now…
Rick felt as if his whole body were alive, his skin was almost singing like it had been out in the sun. Why? He wasn't sure. Was it just the after effects of his skin being so inundated with ticklish sensations? Maybe he was just so overwhelmed that his hazy mind had begun to retreat from reality, and he was losing sobriety along with his grasp on reality. He sucked, and sucked, and felt her cloying cream filling him up… and as he did, he felt his body come more alive, and his cock throbbed all the more.
He looked up into her eyes and, behind her wide smile, saw her lidded eyes glaring down at him, squinting triumphantly, teeth bared as if at a joke only she had heard…
In horrified realisation, Rick tightened his throat, trying not to swallow. She simply pressed her breast home gently, however, smothering his face and forcing his tongue down beneath her heavy, thick nipple as milk spurted directly down his thirsty throat. It was her milk! Her milk was doing something to him!
Rick squirmed, trying to push her motherly mammary away from his face. He couldn’t even free his hands, but he had to try! However, she simply used the free hand not gripping his chin to delicately tickle his nipple. To him, however, it felt like the most intensely ticklish sensation he had ever felt.
Instantly, his arms squirmed and flailed uselessly at his sides, pinned between her thighs, helpless to prevent even her single ticklish fingertip from driving him to the brink of madness. He practically choked on her milk as he laughed insanely into her all-encompassing bosom. His nose was pressed into her skin, leaving him desperate for air as his suffocated laughter exhausted all the breath he had.
Pulling back, she peeled her sweaty breast from his face just enough to allow him to breathe once more, and he panted in exhaustion. Terrified, he only now realised just how insidious her trap had been. As her milk poured down his throat, he swallowed against his will, and felt himself growing more and more aroused, more and more sensitive. If he had been that ticklish to just a single finger on his nipple, what would it be like if she…
Grinning evilly at the look of realisation on his tired face, she nodded to him as he wilted under her gaze. She had so easily overpowered him with tickling before, he didn’t even want to imagine what it would be like if she did now!
“Such a good boy,” she cooed, in unspoken acknowledgement. Now her hand was a blur, shucking his cock up and down as if to drive home just how helpless he was under her.
He tried, he tried so hard not to swallow, but it was just so… sweet. He knew it was poisoning his body, making him so much more sensitive, and so horny he couldn’t think straight… but that only made it that much harder to concentrate on not swallowing. Even when he would manage to stop for a moment, she would just suffocate him with her breast again, forcing his throat open with her long, thick nipple. Or she would slowly run her fingers along his sensitive skin until he choked it down - not even having to intentionally tickle him anymore - just the threat was enough.
Of course, she didn’t even have to. No matter how much he drank, his body seemed to want more. His stomach groaned for it when he wasn’t swallowing.
At length, her nipple finally began to slow, its jutting spurts of cream slowing to a trickle once more which - to his deep shame - he found himself longingly sucking on her nipple for more of. Why couldn’t he stop himself? Was there more to it than heightening his sensitivity? Deep down, he worried that it might have more… permanent effects.
“All done,” she cooed, cupping his chin with a finger as she slid her nipple out of his mouth, attached by a string of saliva, “such a good boy, drinking all his milk for Mommy…”
She scooped up the trickle of milk that leaked from between his lips, and gently pushed her finger into his mouth to suck it clean. Even though his tongue ached from being trapped under her heavy, gouting nipple for so long, he still licked every drop of milk she offered from her finger obediently.
He groaned as she pulled her finger out at last, his tongue chasing after it despite his embarrassment, both because he wanted more… and because he was now so close to orgasm. However, she slowed the pumping of her hand to a slow crawl in response to his eager thrusts, and loosened her grip to the point where her fingers were barely grazing his now practically vibrating cock. He spurted several globs of pre-cum in response to her teasing touches. He was so close… so close.
“Such a thirsty boy…” she cooed softly, running her finger across his milk-sodden lips, “just one nipple to go…”
He whined pitifully, humping desperately under the weight of her thick thigh, but barely able to move his cock between her tantalising fingers now as she allowed the full weight of one of her thighs to pin him to the other. Slowly, dauntingly, she began to stroke her other nipple as if it were a small cock of its own, and began to time her strokes of his cock with that of her nipple. Already quite aroused from before, her nipple had already begun to dribble milk prodigiously, which begam a pulsing squirt as it hardened fully.
Caught between his desperate desire to cum, and the gurgling of his now very full stomach, he struggled both against her grip and within his own mind. He couldn’t give in. He had to resist her, no matter what. He couldn’t just keep drinking her milk, or he’d never escape this place! He had to resist…
That sentiment melted like a house of sand in the wind, however, against the relentless stroking of her hand on his oh-so-needy cock. As her nipple grew closer, he squirmed beneath her, trying to escape from her tantalising promise. It tasted so good. It made him feel so good… he should just give in and suckle, and then she would let him cum…
Tears welled in his eyes as he warred with himself, but he knew deep down which side would win out in the end. There was only so much a boy could take. It was hopeless. Her teasing ministrations, her addictive sweet cream… he could only hold out so long.
Tantalisingly, teasingly, she held her nipple just scantly beyond his lips. Dribbles of milk dropped down his chin, painting his chest.
“Be a good boy for Mommy… suckle from Mommy… drink all Mommy’s milk…” she cooed.
A strangled cry wrenched from his throat as he gently rolled his head to one side, then the other, but she just followed him, always keeping her nipple just in front of his lips… He understood now, she wanted to watch him give in. She wanted him to surrender to her, utterly, completely, and totally.
No, he told himself, weakly… Sucking was surrender. Sucking was giving in. Sucking was throwing his life away. Sucking meant drinking more of her milk. Sucking meant…
She would stroke him harder. Sucking meant he would feel better. Sucking meant more sweet delicious cream which even now his stomach was groaning for. Sucking meant… he would get to cum.
He whimpered, sobbed, and latched on to her nipple in defeat.
“GOOD BOY…” she cooed, voice dripping with conceit.
As his reward for surrendering himself at last, she made a ring with her thumb and forefinger… and squeezed it just above the head of his cock. As he rocked his hips up, he could just plunge his sensitive rim through her slippery digits before the weight of her thigh would pull him back down.
Tears rolled down his cheeks and across her suffocating breast as he humped away his freedom, suckled down her control, and spurted clear slimy gouts of surrender from his cock to dribble down her soft fingers.
As his orgasm quickly rolled in, she reached down with her other hand and began to ever-so-delicately roll his nipple between her fingers. It tickled of course, but also… it felt utterly delightful. Heavenly. He drooled for a while as she did so, stars shooting in his vision at the sensations she could give him with just a few delicate fingers.
He writhed in utter sexual delight beneath her, thrusting eagerly into the slippery ring she had so generously made for him, and groaned in sexual ecstasy as he felt that familiar itch in his cock head signalling his imminent orgasm.
However, just as she felt his cock throbbing, moments from orgasm… she let go of his cock, leaving him thrusting into empty, frictionless air and weeping with frustration.
“Oh my, I almost forgot!” she said, bringing her pre-cum slickened hand to her mouth in mock surprise and licking it clean surreptitiously.
He groaned and whined into her nipple, unable to give voice to his very clear dissatisfaction.
“My poor baby boy isn’t naked yet!” she giggled, and his mind raced.
What the hell was she talking about? She’d ripped off his clothes! They were- Oh, his shoes…
Somewhere below, he felt her wings begin to tease up and down his calves, protruding out from between her thighs, and they began tickling behind his knees; sending his lower legs squirming and kicking in ticklish torment.
“Mommy’s good boy should be naked at all times… why would he ever need clothes if he’s never, ever going to be leaving the nest, after all?”
With a single finger, she snaked a single tickly talon down inside his sock and - in a flash - tore the sock and shoe both apart. It tickled awfully, but once his foot was exposed to the air he knew deep down his suffering had barely begun. The other came free in just the same manner. Now not a scrap of his clothing remained…
“There we go… naked for Mommy, just as he should be. My good boy doesn’t need anything on his feet. After all, what if Mommy wanted to play with them?”
She slowly, delicately, traced the undersides of his arches with the tips of her wing feathers; the gossamer plumage was utterly silky soft… and that was enough to send Rick into total hysteria. He thrashed, he writhed, he shook, he screamed. Yet with his mouth plugged by her engorged nipple, and her thighs holding him in place, his utter desperation appeared as nothing more than playful squirming - which played right into her desires.
“Such a happy boy!” she grinned, and cooed soft nothings as she subjected him to unrelenting ticklish torment.
Now, though, she embraced his cock fully. Her hand clasped around him deliberately, and her ticklish wings began to brush his feet recklessly, driving Rick to the edge of total madness. He thrusted now both out of a desperate attempt to escape those inescapable ticklish feathers, and the desperate pursuit of his always-so-close orgasm.
Satisfied at last, it seemed, she relented, and her fingers were an utter blur on his cock as she instantly took him from near-orgasm to mind-erasing climax.
His cheeks caved in as he inhaled, a fresh squirt of cream sinking down his throat, as he came harder than he ever had. Harder than he ever thought was possible. Harder than, in fact, naturally would have been possible. His first jet of cum landed across the underside of her breast, which lay sandwiched atop her thigh. She had now lifted it just enough to let him fuck her hand as vigorously as he liked. There was no need to restrain him anymore, after all… he was hers now.
Rope after rope of cum painted the underside of her breast as he thrust into her hand, coating her thigh, and at last his cock wilted to a trembling semi-erection under her incessant toying, drawing the absolute maximum pleasure out of him.
He hungrily suckled on her, nuzzling into her, and felt her nipple deflating slightly as its thick milk was spent.
“Such a good boy…” she whispered, stroking his hair and letting him ride the high of an orgasm his human mind simply had never been designed to experience.
She soothingly ran a hand down the back of his neck, running her fingertips through his hair in gentle strokes. Despite everything, he found himself relaxing under her touch, as her other arm began to massage his back and gently rub his worries away.
“Good boy… my baby… just relax…”
Fitfully he twitched and tittered between her massive breasts, phantom touches lingering in his system alongside the very real tickles here and there both she and the bed of feathers gave him. While he tried to fight against it, her soothing voice seemed almost hypnotic.
“Sweet boy… such a sweet boy… good boy for Mommy… just listen to Mommy…”
He felt his body thrum to the beat of his heart as he nestled in close to her. The sun had set, and the nest was warm, if a little dim. Her pink wings settled in about them now, and she lifted him slightly to slip one beneath him, the other closing around him protectively.
“My sweet, sweet baby… I’ve always wanted a baby and now I have you… my sweet boy…”
Part of him ached. Many parts, actually, but this was more of an emotional pain. She obviously did care about him. It was hard to tell if it was her drugged milk talking but… she wouldn’t be holding him like this if she didn’t.
Still, he couldn’t stay here. As amazing as that had been, he couldn’t spend the rest of his life in this nest with a deranged, if stunningly beautiful, bird woman.
He wanted to, no he HAD to tell her he wasn’t her baby, he was a grown man! At least, that he was old enough to not be treated like her child!
“Um…” he said softly, and she just lifted a finger to his lips with a shush, petting his head softly and lulling him back to a hypnotic rest.
He tugged his head to the side however, persisting.
“L-look, I’m sorry I… um… entered your nest, but-”
“Oh, my dear sweet baby…” she cooed, and cuddled him close, smothering him in her chest once more as her bosom smooshed up to his eyes.
He looked up, barely able to see her over the tide of titflesh, as she smiled down manically.
“Don’t be sorry. This is the best day of my life; the day when I found you. You’re going to be my baby now… you’ll never have to worry about anything else, ever again. Mommy has you now, and you’ll never have to leave our nest… ever.”
He tried to break free of her bosomy grip but it was like trying to tread water without your arms, he could barely get enough room to breathe between her moist cleavage, let alone speak. It was hard enough without his now freshly throbbing hard cock making it even more difficult.
“But, I’m not… you’re not…” he groaned, trying to be heard.
Her gaze stiffened, looking down at him, yet she was inscrutable. He shuddered, wondering what she could be thinking. The tattered remnants of his clothes lay not too far away, a reminder of just how strong this woman was… he went quiet, then.
After a few moments, her face softened as she pulled away from him, and looked down to see his now hardening cock, and the smile returned, but her gaze was still as hard as before…
“Oh I see… Mommy’s baby still wants to play.”
“N-no…” he mumbled, “I…”
“Mommy’s good boy deserves to be happy… after all, he makes his Mommy so happy.” Her voice was as bubbly as before, but… cool now.
Slowly, her wings began to move aside, and his eyes widened as her hands took hold of his arms, pulling them gently up.
“My good boy…” she said with a smile, yet softly, as if… sad.
She got to her knees and sat back, before lifting him up and planting his feet between her thighs, then clamping them shut to hold him in place between them like a fleshy vice. Holding his arms out to either side, he stammered once more.
“P-please, I- I’m- Please-” he was cut short, however, as she kissed him again, her thick lips and snaking wet tongue scrambling his thoughts.
She pulled back, a trail of saliva between them, as she whispered delicately, just loud enough for him to hear… although he was pretty sure she was talking to herself.
“You will be my good boy…”
Her wings swept in slowly, and began to dance all over his exposed sides, thick reams of feathers raking his vulnerable flesh and sending Rick into utterly silent shivering hysterics. It tickled so much he couldn’t speak. He couldn’t think. His vision went white and he couldn’t even breathe.
For long moments he simply shivered like ticklish meat in a stretched pose, utterly unable to comprehend the overwhelming sensations assaulting his mind.
Then, at last, he screamed in ticklish agony. Just as his recent orgasm had been beyond anything he could comprehend, this tickled more than he thought was possible. More than should have been possible. It was like every inch of his body was as ticklish as the most ticklish spots on his body had been before, and now anywhere he had been ticklish before was… well, quite beyond anything his mind could process.
He railed. He cried. He begged. He doubted she even heard it. He wasn’t even sure his words were coming out amidst the babble of mindless laughter. Surely she had to realise what her tickling was doing to him! It was agonising. This bosomy bird woman obviously had some extreme maternal instincts, but didn’t this ticklish torture go against that!? Surely she must have known how it was tormenting him…
Then it struck him. Somewhere in the last refuges of sanity his mind possessed, the pieces began to fit together. Maybe she needed to hear his laughter for her fantasy to work. Obviously she knew he wasn’t her baby, but he had to giggle and laugh like one and be just as easily amused, and tickling was her way of making it happen. No matter how artificial it was still pushing those maternal buttons.
He looked into her oh-so-caring, and yet simultaneously merciless eyes, through the tears that poured across his aching cheeks. She was obviously eating up every giggle he made with a gleeful grin. Any time his laughter died down, she would simply find a new spot to tickle and send him back into hysterics.
She loomed in closer, his hard cock bouncing around in front of her, as her massive breasts slowly pressed in. Struggling, he tried to pull away, but she simply tickled his back, forcing him forward by his own instinctual drive to escape her ticklish touches.
Her taunting, jiggling breasts moved in closer, the space between them seeming so promising to his aching cock… yet he knew he couldn’t give in. This was his last chance. He had to… he had to…
A smug grin was all she showed him as she made her point clear, in the most physical way possible. She smothered his cock in her tits, forcing him between them, and he groaned in pure, sexual longing as his cock slid between her heavenly breasts.
Those breasts had driven home in the clearest way possible how pointless it was to resist. His resistance was as nothing in the face of her sheer sexual dominance.
As his ticklish torment was translated into titillating titfucking, he realised he truly was powerless against her. It was hopeless. Anything she wanted to do to him, he was helpless to resist. He began to hear his own mind betraying him, whispering… He should just be a good boy. Be a good boy for his Mommy.
Those thoughts came unbidden, and they frightened him, until he realised they weren’t his own thoughts at all. What he was hearing was her words, being droned in an endless procession of sweet yet envenomed sentiments, seeking to wear away at his mental defences even as his physical ones were crumbling under her torturous assault. His mind soaked up her words like a sponge, so vulnerable from the combination of her mind-altering milk, his mind-bending orgasm, and now his mind-breaking ticklish torture.
“Just give in… it’s hopeless to resist… be a good boy for Mommy… cum into Mommy’s tits and laugh… it tickles so much… you can’t get away… Mommy will tickle you until you cum… and then she’ll tickle you more…”
He sobbed, he screamed, he tried to tug his hands to his ears to cover them but her grip around his wrists, keeping his arms nice and open for her, was as soft as it was immovable. He thrashed his head from side to side, trying to not hear her words, but even when he laughed so loud he couldn’t hear himself think, her words still somehow resonated in his mind.
“Such a ticklish boy… his body is so sensitive… Mommy’s ticklish touches make him laugh… Mommy’s touches makes him hard… Mommy’s touches make him cum…”
Her breasts now clung to his sopping cock as pre-cum slickened the valley of cleavage between them, and she honed in her ticklish feathers directly on his ass to force him to thrust as hard as possible to try to escape - however hopeless that escape was.
Those depthless sapphires, her beautiful eyes, locked with his now, and he found he could not pull his gaze away from them.
“Cum for Mommy…” she said, softly.
He shook his head, but couldn’t look away.
“Cum for Mommy…”
He tried but couldn’t stop his cock plunging into her wet breasts.
“Cum for Mommy…”
He tried to hold himself still but her feathers simply found their way between his thighs and tickled his oh-so-delicate seams, and the back of his tender balls, forcing him to buck up into her tits.
“Cum for Mommy…”
It was hopeless.
“Cum for Mommy…”
He couldn’t resist her.
“Cum for Mommy…”
Her voice was in his mind.
“Cum for Mommy…”
He felt his breathing quicken.
“Cum for Mommy…”
Her eyes flashed with hunger.
“Cum for Mommy…”
He let out one last cry as her breasts enveloped him.
“CUM FOR MOMMY!”
His cock squirted the last remnants of his resistance vigorously into the folds of her breasts, and she chuckled in smug amusement at the power she held over him.
“That’s my good boy…” she whispered, feeling the mighty jolts of his cock between her smothering tits as it spurted the last of his resistance in a sticky mess.
Despite her threats, her tickling soon slowed to a delicate, almost tender caressing. Softly, gently, she lowered his head to her shoulder as she kissed his neck. His cock kept squirting between her tits as she patted his back, stroked his head, encouraging him to slowly thrust into her slick bosom.
As he spent his last, and at last was spent, she laid him atop her soft wing and covered him with the other, holding him close as she softly stroked his chest, gently coaxing him to sleep.
*****
BAD END
Rick awoke to the sensation of something soft, thick, and wet around his cock. He stirred to see Mommy… her, sucking his cock softly and idly, dragging her thick lips up to lavishly lick around his head before swallowing down his entire length once more.
“Good morning my sweet boy…” she gasped, releasing his cock for just a moment.
Groaning, Rick tried to push his cock up into her mouth… but found he could barely move.
“There we go, nice and safe…” she said sweetly, and ran a hand across the thick green vine which now lay wrapped around his waist, preventing him from moving more than an inch or so.
His arms, legs, ankles, wrists, and even a loop around his neck left him able to do little more than squirm in place. His arms were held out to his sides, and his legs comfortably far apart, leaving him fully vulnerable to whatever his Mommy had in mind. Rick was now essentially embedded into the wall of their… her nest.
“Nice and hard for Mommy…” she cooed, now speaking directly to his cock, as she began to purse her lips tightly, dragging them up and down his shaft as her tongue snaked around it all the way up and down, spiralling and coiling like a slimy serpent.
“Mmmmfhhh… why… M…” he moaned, and looked up at her uncertainly through the haze of his waking arousal.
Maybe if he placated her, he reasoned, she could be reasoned with.
“M… Mommy…” he said softly, and she giggled around his cock, the vibrations or her wet mouth making his head swim.
“Yes sweetie?” she asked, licking his cock like the sweetest candy between her fingers as she did so.
“Why um… why can’t I move?”
“Oh…” she cooed, running her fingers down his legs and lovingly stroking the soft and spongy, yet quite firm vines that held him fast, “Mommy has to make sure her baby is nice and safe while she’s gone.”
“Gone?” he asked, squirming more as he sensed an opportunity.
“Don’t worry,” she soothed, even as her hand masturbated his cock at a jackrabbit pace, bringing him swiftly to the brink of orgasm, “Mommy won’t be gone too long. She just needs to get a few things for her new baby boy!”
Straining against his bonds, now more out of orgasmic tension, he felt her lips clamp around the head of his cock. She began to flutter her tongue back and forth directly over his slit in a way that made his eyes roll.
With a pop, however, she smacked her lips, pulling away just as he felt he was about to cum.
“I’ll be back very soon…” she whispered, drawing a single fingertip down the underside of his cock as she stared at it, and planted a single sloppy kiss atop his cockhead that was almsot enough to make him cum… but left him hanging tear-wrenchingly close to the edge instead.
She coaxed her nipple to a full erection and plunged it into his thirsty lips with little opposition. His stomach growled, and he suckled, even while sobbing streams of tears. He wept at how dependent he already felt on her, how she already seemed to have him wrapped around her finger.
All the while, her finger was wrapped delicately around his cock, as she danced a single fingertip around his cockhead, which wept in equal measure a steady stream of pre-cum.
“Don’t worry, sweetie…” she cooed, in mock ignorance of his need, “You’ll be nice and safe. Mommy’s feathers will keep you warm!”
Her finger left his cock, leaving it straining in the air as if begging for his Mommy's torturous touch to continue.
However, his eyes darted around him now as he saw that he was lying in a gap in the feathers, with a thick layer beneath him but the area around him having been cleared. Around him, a thick wall of her feathers had been made as a result, waiting to flood in but being kept apart by her wings.
“No, wait, Mommy! Wait!”
She ignored his panicked cry. As she took off, her wings propelling her up, the feathers in the nest swirled like a whirlwind, thousands tickling across his body simultaneously as he was trapped on the verge of cumming. Their torturous touches sent him writhing in blissful agony.
As his Mommy disappeared out of the nest, the sunlight above poured in, but feathers fell like snow, covering him slowly.
He squirmed, he cried, it tickled so much! He was so close to cumming! The feathers were everywhere, and every slight movement sent his overly-sensitive body into a fit of erotic and ticklish glee, which further made him squirm, and so the deadly cycle continued.
Eyes widening in fear, he watched as the feathers buried him entirely, leaving nothing uncovered apart from his straining cock, bobbing needily and jutting out of the layer of pink feathers, trying to thrust into them and yet finding them to be utterly tormenting.
They were so soft that they provided almost no friction to thrust against, just a horribly ticklish sensation, but just enough friction that his libido wouldn't rest. His cock couldn’t get soft when it was constantly being tickled like this! So unsatisfied, so needy, and yet he would be forced to wait for his new Mommy to return if he wanted to cum…