Lindsey woke up with a groan as she felt the pill press against her lips.

She was too groggy, too half asleep to process what the feeling was at first. It was familiar, something she’d experienced before, and there was something terribly safe about that. It was familiar, almost something nostalgic, and it made her thighs clench as her toes curled.

Hardly awake enough to process her reality, all of Lindsey’s instincts screamed that this was a good thing, that this was something she loved, and the sweet feeling of a soft, feminine finger stroking along her lips did nothing to make that seem any less true. Her eyes fluttered, and her lips pursed against the woman’s finger as she found herself swallowing without it ever taking the step into being a conscious thought.

“That’s a good girl for mommy…”

Lindsey mewled in confusion, fluttering her eyes faster. It was still a slow, languid action, but it had more urgency than before. A sharp need to know, to understand flooded through Lindsey’s body like adrenaline.

Unfortunately the sensation of the smooth pill taking its path down her throat, and the intimate caress of the finger on her lips was a sedative injected that smoothed its way through her bleary brain and tingled through her clit.

Good girl for… mommy… Lindsey whimpered. Despite how much she tried to move her lips, the gentle push of a single solitary finger pressing against them was enough to render her mute. That sounded like… but… why would she… that’s… not… right…? She whined, her eyes rolling back into her head as she felt her thighs parting on their own, and the slick, insistent heat between her legs burning hotter by the moment. She would never… do something like this to me…

The finger slid from her lips, trailing along her cheek only to be replaced by a thumb. “That’s right, sweetheart… Just relax, and let your vitamins do their work.” Another hand took its place at Lindsey’s breast, grasping through the oversized t-shirt she wore to bed, thumb stroking just over her nipple in a mirror of the motions across her lips. Her nipple quickly rose to the attentions, and though words were beyond her, Lindsey could easily moan.

Vitamins… Lindsey groaned, finding her body barely able to arch as the thumb at her nipple rubbed in a way that was so gentle, so slight, and yet felt so powerful and so intensely overwhelming. The way she says that… I… but it can’t… She wouldn’t…

Her pussy shuddered as a finger flanked the thumb at her nipple, rolling it through the fabric. A cry echoed from deep in her throat, her eyes coming forward to stare up above at the blank, white ceiling. Her eyes were working, but her mind was far too caught up in the pleasure for her to process anything she saw.

Her mind was so slow from her slumber, and the pill was making it so much slower.

This must be a dream…

Lips pressed to her neck, moving right for the place that always made her shudder and burn with need. Teeth grazed, and fingers slid down her chest only to tease their way up along her thigh to move under her top.

Lust easily tugged Lindsey’s body towards the fingers, towards the woman’s lips, but her body felt too heavy for her to move in any way that wasn’t a response to that feeling.

“Mommy’s vitamins make it easier to just enjoy what you’re feeling…” Nails raked up over the curve of Lindsey’s breast and she shuddered into another cry as her whole body shook. “Mommy’s vitamins make it easier for her little girl to let her mind go right back to sleep, so mommy can play with her body… and teach her mind things that she needs to know…”

“Needs… to know…?”

Lindsey had given up on trying to speak from the push to her lips. The words that drooled forth from her lips like the lust staining her panties came without volition. They’d come to her mind, and she lacked the restraint to hold them from spilling out.

“What do I… need to know…?”

“Mmmm…” The other woman moaned, and Lindsey shuddered as nails pinched around her nipple. She could feel the warmth of the other woman’s body pressed against her, but Lindsey still couldn’t look away from the ceiling. Acting with volition and purpose didn’t even occur to her dazed, drugged mind. “You need to know that you belong to mommy…”

Lindsey’s eyes crossed as nails twisted her nipple tighter and tighter until it was enough to arch her back off of the bed. Her thighs spread further apart, and she groaned with helpless passion.

The hand that had been on her face was gone, and Lindsey couldn’t remember when it had left. She’d been too distracted by the feelings at her chest, the warmth pressed against her side, the lips on her neck… and the deep, husky voice that penetrated past all of her defenses to speak directly to vulnerable places that had no choice but to listen uncritically.

Such little else was active in Lindsey’s mind.

None of it was as cogent, or as confident as the woman’s dominant words.

“Be… belong to mommy…?” Lindsey whimpered. “I… O-ohhhh…!”

Fingers reaching under the waistband of her panties diffused the wisps of Lindsey’s objections. It was so much easier to roll her hips and moan than it was to question what she’d been told.

It was much easier to stain her sheets than it was to resist.

“That’s right, sweetie…” The woman cooed right into her ear, nails releasing Lindsey’s nipple at the same moment her fingers thrust deep into Lindsey’s quivering pussy. “You belong to mommy… your body… your mind… everything.”

“I-I… belong…” Lindsey’s voice cracked, her eyes wide as her hips moved quicker and quicker to match the rhythm of the fingers moving between her legs. “T-to mommy… e-every… everything…! I… ohhh… Y-yesss!” Her expression had been confused before, even faintly strained, but that was now entirely gone.

Instead, Lindsey began to smile as she lost herself in ecstasy.

Her hips rolled, her eyes fluttered, and all visible signs of her resistance shattered apart to reveal wantonness underneath.

“That’s right…!” The other woman laughed, nibbling at the place on Lindsey’s neck that made her scream so intensely with a voice that was still so weak it barely reached a loud whisper. “Mommy’s vitamins help shut her sweetheart’s mind right off… sending her right back to sleep so she can learn that no one else can make her feel as good as her mommy, so it’s just better if she lets her mommy decide… everything…”

“M-mommy…” Lindsey moaned out a sound close to a giggle as her voice cracked again. She could feel the orgasm welling up inside of her as each stroke, each nibble, each thrust pushed that pressure higher. “Decide… Mommy… decide… everything…!”

“Including…” Fingers rubbed quicker, nails pinched again, and a wet tongue flicked at the center of the nibbled spot on Lindsey’s neck. “When her good little girl should cum…!”

Lindsey’s panting voice was hoarse as pleasure wracked her body.

Whether it was the touch, or the words in her ear, Lindsey’s orgasm came quickly at the very moment the woman over her desired. She couldn’t have resisted the pleasure if she wanted to, and all ideas of doing anything but surrendering were staining her sheets in a mess of sweat, drool, and sex.

Fingers continued to move, nails pinched, and lips pressed to her ear. “Listen to mommy, my good little girl. Listen to mommy… and learn what mommy wants you to know.”

Lindsey’s head shuddered in a pitiful approximation of a nod.

Words filled her mind as Lindsey came again.

*

“Nnnghnnn…” Lindsey groaned as she woke under the onslaught of bright sun shining right into her eyes. “Fuck… Nnn… My head feels so… ughhh how late is it…” She clamped her eyes shut and rolled over to stare at the clock beside her bed.

Noon.

No one would call Lindsey an early riser, but the college student was still startled by what she saw. Pushing back the sheets made Lindsey blush furiously at the prominent stain.

Well that must have been a hell of a dream, huh…?

She shakily pulled herself up to her feet, and groaned as she reached down to pull her shirt away and toss it into her hamper.

Too bad I can’t remember it…

Lindsey stumbled her way across her room, her eyes still fluttering as they adjusted to consciousness and recovered from the bright sting. The only clothing she wore was a pair of stained panties, but that didn’t stop her from making her way right to the kitchen.

Her stomach ached, and solving that felt important.

“Good morning, sweetie…!” Suzanne smiled as she flipped a pancake. A pair of mom jeans squeezed around her hips, and a cable knit sweater hung loosely under her frilly apron. Lindsey’s reaction was delayed, the young woman rubbing at her eye as she saw her mother making breakfast. When her eyes finally focused on the sight, she couldn’t find any words to say as a blush rose to her cheeks. “I hope you slept well! I hoped that the smell of food might lure my sleepyhead… did it work?”

Lindsey stared, silent for several long moments before her lips finally moved. When they finally did, it wasn’t to express any deep insight.

“Uhm…”

Her cheeks burned hotter as she stared at Suzanne. Lindsey knew that she’d been asked a question, but it was difficult to process. It was much easier to notice the way that the apron, tied so tight, really brought out her mother’s curvaceous figure while also making her look so motherly. It wasn’t as though she was naked wearing only an apron, but there was still something that made every aspect of her mother’s aesthetic so powerful.

She felt softer the longer her eyes traced up and down the frills that outlined the apron, her naked thighs quivering each time her eyes caught sight of the curve of a hip or a breast.

Suzanne smiled, flipping the pancake again. “It did, didn’t it, sweetie?”

“I… uhhm…” Lindsey squirmed. Something in her eyes grew lazy, and she pursed her lips.  For a brief moment her brows narrowed, but then her mouth fell open and she gave a slow nod. “Yeah… it did…”

What it was, and what it did, was still beyond her but that didn’t feel particularly important. The tingle of pleasure that lazily trickled down Lindsey’s spine didn’t feel especially important to focus on, either. It soaked into her panties, but passed right through her awareness as her eyes moved along her mother’s apron again.

When did I get a thing for… mom… looks…? Lindsey’s cheeks burned brighter, and her breath quickened. It feels like something… someone told me in a dream, but…

That’s just silly…

“You must be starving, sweetie…” Suzanne giggled as she pulled the pancake off of the stove, and set it atop a small stack. “You should take a seat, and let mommy take care of you.”

Lindsey shuddered, her toes curling against the smooth, tiled floor of their kitchen. The word should clenched around her clit, holding Lindsey breathless as her head bobbed in agreement. In a daze she made her way over to the table, and dropped down into a chair with a sigh. Another tingle of pleasure sizzled through her, and her hands grasped the edge of the table as she groaned.

Suzanne set a plate stacked with pancakes in front of her daughter, before placing down a knife, a fork, and a bottle of syrup. “Here you are, sweetheart. Breakfast is the most important meal of the day, you know… It’s very important to learning, so, eat up.”

“Mm… Thanks, mom…” Lindsey poured syrup over her pancakes, rubbing her lips together as she squirmed in her seat. Her awareness was faint, definitely far too minimal for her to notice the way that made her bare breasts jiggle and bounce. “I don’t have any classes today… at least I don’t think so…?” She groaned, fluttering her eyes. They were still hazy as she cut at her food with the side of her fork. “Hard to remember…”

Suzanne moved behind her daughter, hands falling on her bare shoulders. At first Lindsey stiffened, her whole body tightening in shock. She hadn’t noticed her mother moving away from the stove. Taking her eyes off of her mother to sit meant she’d lost all sense for where the other woman was.

As her Suzanne began to slowly rub her fingertips into her daughter’s naked skin, rubbing in firm, tender circles, Lindsey’s anxiety drifted away. She slumped in the chair, still cutting at her food but moving so much slower as she did.

The distant, hazy look in her eyes only grew.

“You don’t need to remember, sweetheart…” Lips pressed to the top of Lindsey’s head, and she shuddered. Her nipples stiffened at her chest. And the stain on her panties darkened. “You seem… tired today. You must have needed your sleep if you’re waking up this late… so why don’t you let your mommy take care of you today? You can ask me to help you with anything you need…”

“I… I can ask you to help me with… anything…” Lindsey slurred out the words, her hand shaking. Her arm felt so weak that cutting through the fluffy pancakes on her plate took effort, but the sound of metal-on-plate was enough to gift her with the slightest bit of focus. “I… thanks, mom… I…”

Suzanne tsked, her fingers pressing harder.

Lindsey groaned. Between the disapproving sound, and the harder touch, her fork clattered out of her hand. Her body fell slack.

Her mouth hung open.

Suzanne’s lips pressed just against her daughter’s ear. Each syllable caused them to rub against her daughter’s sensitive skin making her nipples rise that much more prominently at her chest as her lust stained the chair under her. “Not mom… Call me mommy, Lindsey.”

“Mo…mmy…” Lindsey whispered reverently, and the word shook through her whole body as her mother’s thumbs pressed into her back that much harder. “Call you… mommy… yess… I’ll… call you… mommy…” She nodded slowly, each nod shaking through her deliciously as she melted back against the back of her chair and into her mother’s hands.

She barely looked awake at all, the lids of her eyes hanging nearly shut.

Lips pressed to her other ear.

Her mother’s voice spoke, and she listened intently without any choice. “You like calling me mommy. It feels good to call me mommy. It feels right to call me mommy.” Suzanne’s hands slid down from her daughter’s shoulders, teasing along the curves of her breasts so slowly and delicately before grasping them so tightly Lindsey let out a muted cry. “So say it again, sweetie. Call me mommy.”

“M-m-mommyyyyy…! Ohhhh…” Lindsey’s eyes rolled back in her head as she shook in the ripples of bliss that followed. “Mommy… mommy… mooommyyyy….!”

Suzanne shuddered, her own lips pressing together tight as she squeezed her daughter’s breasts tighter. Her tongue stroked along the curve of her daughter’s ear, pushing the lowest point into her mouth for her lips to seal and suck. Lindsey writhed in her chair, her lips twisting with each sensation as heavy panting made her whole body shake.

As long as her ear was in Suzanne’s mouth, Lindsey could barely even breathe. She could still taste the word ‘mommy’ on her own lips, and that was enough to make her clit throb.

It was so easy to surrender to her mother’s touch and let whatever happened simply happen—so much easier than it would be to do anything else. Her arms hung limp at her sides, her fingers twitching and curling only to fall out of the faint tension a moment later. Her thighs spread as far as they could without feeling any strain.

Lindsey existed in an act of surrender and obedience.

“That’s my good little girl…” Suzanne’s mouth pulled away from her ear, whispering between kisses along Lindsey’s neck. “Such a good girl for mommy… Letting mommy decide for her, letting mommy take care of her… that’s why you’re going to let mommy feed you, too… every bite letting you feel that much safer, letting it feel that much more natural to give in…”

“Natural… to give in…” The words tumbled from Lindsey’s loose lips as her head fell and lazily rose in another messy nod. “So… natural… to give in… to mommy… ohhh…!”

Her thighs tightened without closing, her toes again curling hard against the smooth floor under her feet.

“Good girl, Lindsey…” Suzanne kissed at the top of her ear, before blowing along the wet flesh. “Wake up for mommy, sweetheart… Wake up so mommy can teach you…”

Lindsey groaned as her mother’s hands released her breasts. Her legs fell together, and she slumped forward. Her eyes fluttered. “Awake… I’m… awake… awake so… so…” She blinked, the flush of arousal across her cheeks fading into an embarrassed blush. “So I can… do… was I… talking in my sleep and just… woke up from it…? That’s… so embarrassing…”

Suzanne chuckled as she pulled a chair closer to Lindsey, and grabbed up her daughter’s fork. She jabbed it into a cut triangle of food, dipping it into some of the syrup that spilled over from the top of the small mountain of fluffy delights. “Nonsense, sweetheart. You’re sleepy, and you’re taking your time waking up. That’s a what a good girl should do, and I know that you take being a good girl very seriously…”

Lindsey’s brows tried to narrow for only a moment before surrender washed over her in waves. She nodded slowly, her lips falling open again as she sucked in a sharp gasp of air. “Yeah… I’m sleepy and… I always want to be good… thank you…” She hesitated, her blush growing deeper. “Mommy… Mmmph…”

She squirmed in her seat, the college girl fluttering her eyes again as she tried to rise up out of the tired haze that hung so sensuously over her like a warm, heavy blanket that fell just over the most sensitive places on her body.

Why did I hesitate…? Calling her mommy is what I should do…

Lindsey rubbed her lips together with a quiet sigh.

Being a good girl is important to me… I always want to respect my mommy’s wishes…

“Open wide, sweetheart…” Suzanne’s eyes hooded low as she held the pancakes, dripping with syrup, up to her daughter’s mouth. “Let mommy take care of you.”

“Aaaah…” Lindsey’s lips spread open wide, much like her thighs had before, and the fork moved deftly into her mouth.

Suzanne purred. “Now close your lips…” Lindsey nodded, following her mother’s instructions. She quivered as the smooth, syrup-slick metal pulled itself from her lips leaving the pancake behind. “Chew, sweetheart. Take your time… savor the taste… the sweetness… savor mommy’s love in your mouth.”

Lindsey nodded lazily, slowly chewing at the soft, fluffy bite of heaven as her lips twisted into a warm, fuzzy smile. Each little bite was so warm, so sweet, so sweetly nostalgic.

Mommy makes the best food… I always love it when she cooks for me, bakes for me, even just makes me a sandwhich… It’s always made with her love… Lindsey sighed, her eyes hooding again as her chewing slowed. I’m so lucky to have a mommy like her who makes me feel so…

Loved…

“Now swallow, sweetie…” Suzanne was already spearing another bite on the end of Lindsey’s fork, holding it up to her daughter’s mouth as Lindsey’s eyes rolled back in her head with the bliss of following her mother’s direction again. “And open your mouth… We’re going to take our time to make sure you savor each and every bite, so you can get your day started right… It’s been so long since your mother fed you, and I think there’s something precious about showing my daughter just how much I love her… Don’t you think…?”

Lindsey nodded languidly as she opened her mouth, and then closed it around the fork on her mother’s instruction. Again she began to chew, feeling the warmth from the fresh food spreading across her body and melting away all of the built up stress and tension in ways nothing else was capable of doing—much less so simply.

Again and again, Suzanne guided her daughter through the simple process of being fed. It took far longer than it would if Lindsey were feeding herself, but that was hardly the point.

Mommy was taking care of her, and Lindsey wouldn’t have had it any other way.

She didn’t have a choice, and she didn’t want one, either.

When the last bite finally made its way down her throat, Lindsey sighed in bliss. Suzanne held a glass of milk to her daughter’s lips, a smile both wicked and warm across her own. “Open up, sweetie… we need to wash all of that syrup out of your mouth…”

“Thank you, mommy…” Lindsey shuddered as she obediently parted her lips. The cool, refreshing taste washed over her senses, and Lindsey mewled as she swallowed it all down.

“Anything for my good little girl…” Suzanne kissed her daughter’s ear so softly as she set down the glass. “You might be nineteen now… but you’ll always be my good little girl, no matter how old you get…” Suzanne paused, and then took a moment to slide her nails through her daughter’s hair before whispering with a lower, huskier voice. “Won’t you…?”

“Uh-huh…” Lindsey’s voice slurred as she tiredly nodded. “I’ll… always be your good little girl…”

Suzanne sighed, kissing the top of her daughter’s head. “Very good…! Mm, but while that’s a filling meal there’s something else that you need if we want you to be really healthy and happy…”

“What’s that…?” Lindsey found her eyes drawn to her mother’s denim-clad ass as she stepped away and reached up into a cupboard. It was too hard to feel her inhibitions, or even to understand why she might not want to openly leer at her mother’s curves. It was much easier to enjoy the way her mother’s hips moved side to side as though she were dancing to some slow song that only she could hear.

“Your vitamin.”

Lindsey shuddered. She didn’t know why, but she knew that her mother was right in a way that felt good. “Oh… of course… my vitamin…”

Suzanne chuckled as she pulled down a bottle, shaking it with the familiar sound that made Lindsey tremble. “Such a good girl, always being so good for mommy. You know some girls put up a fight about needing to take their vitamins, needing to eat all of what mommy prepares for them… but not my good little girl.

“My good little girl lets her mommy take care of her…” Lindsey’s fuzzy eyes again lost themselves in the frilly edges of her mother’s apron. She was unaware of Suzan slowly opening the lid to the small bottle, and shaking out a pair of red-and-green pills into her hand. “My good little girl lets her mommy make the important decisions for her… because she knows that mommy knows best, doesn’t she?”

“Mommy knows best…” Lindsey shuddered and whined, nodding again without taking her eyes off of her mother’s apron. “Of course… You’re my mommy… you want what’s best for me… always…”

Suzanne nearly squealed as she sat back down, and pressed the first pill against Lindsey’s lips.

Mmm… this feels… so… familiar… does she… always give me my vitamin like this…? Lindsey’s lips parted without needing to be told, and when her mother pressed a single finger over them she swallowed without a first thought. I can’t remember… but it’s hard to remember… anything…

“Good girl…” Suzanne cooed into her daughter’s ear as she pressed the second pill past her daughter’s lips just as smoothly as the first. “You only need one, but my little girl deserves the best… so why not two?”

Lindsey groaned.

She was already too far gone to even consider that she was feeling hazy far too quickly for it to be because of the pill. No drugs metabolized so quickly, so instantaneously, but the association her body had with her mother’s finger, with those smooth, easy to swallow pills, caused a reaction that was intense and immediate.

There was no time for her to question anything even if her mind weren’t already so lost in a deep surrender.

“Mmm you’re such a good girl for mommy…!” Suzanne’s voice swelled with pride as she slid her figner down from her daughter’s lips, along the curve of her neck, over her collar bone, and then down past her breasts. “You do just what you’re told… you’re such a good girl… and you always take your vitamins. You never put up a fight… you never pout, throw tantrums, or need to make decisions for yourself…

“You just need to be my good, obedient little girl…”

Lindsey’s breath came out in quick whimpers as Suzanne’s finger trailed along her belly and hooked under her panties. She obediently rose off of her chair enough for Suzanne to pull her panties down, peeling away what little clothing she’d thought to wear out of her room.

She hadn’t remembered her mother telling her not to wear her top out of her bedroom, but she’d still obediently followed her rule without considering why.

“Because no one knows how to make my little Lindsey feel as loved, as special, as good as her mommy…!”

Lindsey’s pussy twitched, and her hips arched as Suzanne’s finger stroked so slowly, so deftly, so perfectly along her slit. A haze of lust and obedience was the overwhelming presence in the young woman’s eyes as she surrendered her body to her mother’s every touch, sweet slick lust readily coating her finger.

“Noooo… oooone…!”

Suzanne’s loud purrs were almost inaudible over the sound of Lindsey’s mewling cries as fingers began to eagerly explore her slick depths. It didn’t take long at all for the younger woman to breathlessly gasp for air, her thighs clenching and twitching pitifully as she stared forward with blank, empty eyes.

Pride filled her mother’s eyes.

“Then be a good girl for mommy… and cum your pretty little brains right out of your pretty little pussy.” Suzanne spoke in the warmest, most encouraging voice that she could before her daughter’s body squeezed tight around her fingers.

Lindsey pitifully mewled as her mother’s touch coaxed her into a melty-smooth afterglow.

“Good girl… my very good, sweet, precious little girl…” Suzanne pulled her daughter’s head down into her chest, so slowly stroking her hair in the most gentle, soothing of ways. “I know that you’ve been having a hard time lately, working so hard to be such a dutiful student, but I think that’s been too much for you… trying to be independent, trying to be all grown up and pull away from your mommy… but that’s just silly.”

Suzanne reached behind her back, slowly loosening the strap of her apron. Lindsey drooled onto her mother’s chest, her eyes melted shut as she shuddered in aftershocks of pleasure that still made their way across her body.

“But it’s okay, because mommy knows best, and mommy is going to take care of you from now on…” Suzanne purred as she pulled her apron away, and reached down to slowly pull her sweater up over her body. “Mommy is going to make sure you get enough sleep, that you get all of the best food, and that all of your other needs are met. Mommy is going to make sure that all of your decisions are taken care of without you needing to worry about anything but being a good girl… and always taking mommy’s special vitamins.”

“Mommy’s… special… vitamins…” Lindsey mewled as Suzanne pulled the sweater out from under her face. “Always… good girl… always… wanna be… good girl…”

Suzanne’s bra fell to the floor, and Lindsey mewled as she felt a warm, soft, familiar sensation against her lips.

“You need more milk to be a healthy girl for your mommy…” Suzanne purred as she stroked her daughter’s hair, holding her tighter. “Suck, sweetie… Suck at mommy’s nipple… be my good little girl and suck… let the feeling melt everything else away…”

“Everything…” Lindsey mewled against her mother’s chest. “Else… away…”

Her lips latched just as she was commanded, and Suzanne moaned as her daughter began to dutifully suck. She continued to stroke at her daughter’s hair as she groaned, pulling her daughter so close that their bodies melted together so sweetly as both women burned so hotly in a pleasure so intimately shared.

Lindsey could feel her mother’s milk filling her mouth. It didn’t matter if it was really there or not. She’d been commanded to drink her mother’s milk right from her breast, and there was no room for her to question her mother.

She sucked, and swallowed as the warm, sweet taste filled her mouth. It was even better than the syrup, or the milk her mother had shared with her before. It was right from the source.

Her mother’s love was pouring down her throat, and Lindsey couldn’t help but continue to stain her chair as the rest of the world melted away. She couldn’t remember how many times she’d woken up in the middle of the night with a pill against her lips, or how many times her mother had prepared and fed her breakfast. She couldn’t remember the process that guided her to where she now was, melted into an obedient daughter for a mother who wanted to control her every decision.

All she could remember was that her mother loved her, and she wanted to be a good girl.

That was so much more important than anything else.