Toby
The early morning sunlight drifted lazily through the crack in the curtains, falling on Toby's face and dragging him from his slumber. His sleep last night had been fitful; filled with vivid, colourful dreams that had his heart racing, though for the life of him he couldn't remember why. So many bizarre images and fragments of memory were floating around in his head but none of them made any sense. It was something to do with his Mother... was she in lingerie? He hoped it wasn't another sex dream about her, though he strongly suspected it was.
As Toby came too, he became dimly aware that something was different. Why did he feel so constricted? Normally he slept in just his boxer shorts but it felt strangely like he was fully dressed. Groggily, he forced himself to sit up and peer under the covers where he was confronted by a sight that jolted him awake like a slap to the face. Instead of his usual dull, grey underwear he found himself wearing the most garish pair of baby blue pyjamas he had ever seen! Printed across the front of which and topped with a halo were three words that turned his blood to ice.
'Mommy's Little Angel.'
The events of last night came suddenly flooding back to him. Those bizarre fragments of memory weren't dreams at all, they'd actually happened! Toby's mind swam with disturbing images. Pictures of his Mother wearing the sexiest blue lingerie, whispering in his ear, cradling her bare breasts before he... Oh God, what had he done?!
He'd let her drug him; offering no resistance as she stripped him naked and mounted him like a prized mare. He'd grown hard at the sight of her and moaned with pleasure as she'd smothered his face between her stunning breasts and jerked his cock to orgasm. Worst of all, he'd loved every second of it!
Last night he'd had the first sexual experience of his life, and it had been with his Mother! He could already feel the shame of that eating away at him. What was wrong with him? How was he ever going to look her in the eye again after this?
"Oh fuck," Toby moaned in despair, trying not to become overwhelmed by the rising tide of panic he felt in his chest. It was a struggle to control his breathing and resist the urge to burst into tears, but he knew if he gave in he would just spend the day hiding under his duvet and that would get him nowhere. No, he thought, ignoring what happened last night wouldn't solve anything. He had to confront his Mother sometime and the sooner he did it the sooner it would be over. But first, he needed to get out of these repulsive pyjamas.
Toby kicked off his covers and forced himself out of his warm bed. He took a few strides across to his wardrobe and tried to pull it open, but was rewarded with only the clink of metal as the door held firm. Confused, he looked down to discover that the handles of each door were secured together with a large, steel padlock.
"What the..." Toby murmured in bewilderment.
Turning his gaze to the rest of the room, Toby could see that his clothes chest and every one of his draws were also sealed shut by a series of similar, sturdy looking locks. What on earth was going on? It had to have been his Mother, but what did she think she was playing at? Struck by sudden inspiration he lifted the lid of his laundry basket, but found it had been emptied during the night.
Great, not only had his Mother dressed him in these horrible pyjamas, but she'd locked away every other item of clothing he owned. It looked like he had no choice but to confront her dressed as he was. He supposed he could strip off and go down nude as a form of protest, his Mother had certainly seen him naked before, and far more recently than he'd like to admit! But after last night it was probably best to stay clothed around her for the foreseeable future.
Unable to think of any way around his predicament, Toby left his room still dressed in his 'Mommy's Little Angel' pyjamas and sheepishly made his way downstairs. Before he even reached the hall he could hear his Mother cheerfully singing along to the radio in the kitchen, she clearly wasn't feeling the same level of embarrassment over last night's ordeal.
He hesitated as he reached the kitchen door, knowing that once he crossed that threshold the most humiliating experience of his life was likely to begin. But he reminded himself, there was no way around it and hiding in the hallway was only dragging things out. So he mustered his courage and stepped through to join his Mother in the kitchen.
At first she was too distracted by the music to notice him; nodding her head and singing along as she stirred a saucepan which bubbled and steamed away on the stove. Toby's eyes were involuntarily drawn to her hips, enjoying the way they rhythmically swayed in time to the music. No! He had to stop thinking like that, Toby reminded himself, shaking his head in frustration.
The moment his Mother turned around and noticed him, her face broke out in an overly excited grin. She gave a squeal of delight and hurried over to pull him into a tight embrace.
"There you are darling, I was beginning to think you'd be sleeping all day." Toby's face flushed bright red as the firm press of his Mother's body had his cock beginning to stiffen "come on, take a seat. Breakfast is almost ready."
Still a little shell-shocked, Toby allowed himself to be led to the kitchen table and took a seat. As his Mother retrieved a bowl and spoon from the cupboard, he managed to compose himself and break his silence.
"Mom..." he began hesitantly. "I tried to open my wardrobe this morning but it was all locked up."
"Yes I know, who do you think locked it?" his Mother looked at him with a confused expression "wait, why on earth would you need to be going in your wardrobe?"
"Well, I wanted to get changed and..."
"Why would you want to get changed? You look so lovely in your cute little pyjamas."
Toby wasn't sure what to say to that. Lovely certainly wasn't the word he'd use to describe them! And anyway, who was she to tell him what to wear?
"I-I just... I wanted to wear something different."
"Oh honey don't be so silly," his Mother rolled her eyes as she spooned hot porridge into his bowl from the saucepan "you don't need to decide what you wear anymore, Mommy will choose your clothes from now on. Remember what we agreed on last night?"
Oh shit, Toby had been so preoccupied by everything else that had happened last night that he'd forgotten what she'd made him agree to. What was it? Something about letting her take control of just life? Suddenly Toby felt he was in dangerous waters. This feeling only intensified as he saw his Mother open a drawer, remove a thick box of tablets and place them on the worktop beside a mortar and pestle that he'd bought for her last Christmas.
"Ah we had such fun last night didn't we?" his Mother sighed wistfully, pushing two tablets from their packaging and placing them in the mortar "you were such a good boy! Taking all of your special medicine just like Mommy asked."
As she spoke, his Mother worked away with the pestle to crush the tablets into a fine white powder.
