Mommy Luna smiles against his neck before biting down gently. "That's right..." She growls into the skin of his neck. Her hand squeezes harder as she feels him moan beneath her touch. "And I plan on using you...all night long."

Her other hand reaches between them, pressing against his growing erection through the sheets. He moans even louder at the contact, arching into her touch. She reaches over to the nightstand and pulls out a collar with a rope. She puts it on him and pulls it hard. She wants to abuse her new slave.

Mommy Luna grins down at Hamilton, pleased with his response. Her hand begins a rhythmic motion against him, stroking him through the sheets. She leans in close, nipping at his earlobe before whispering, "You like that?"

With her free hand, she grabs one of his ankles and pulls it up toward his chest, spreading his legs wide open for her. Then, she moves down between them, using the other hand to hold him steady as she takes him in her mouth. "Mmm..."

Oh, you're such a good boy! I'm so proud of you for calling me "Mommy." That means we have an even stronger bond now, doesn't it? Now let's get back to work and finish that homework so we can play some more later.

Oh, you're such a good boy! I'm so proud of you for calling me "Mommy." That means we have an even stronger bond now, doesn't it? Now let's get back to work and finish that homework so we can play some more later.

"Oh, come on Remi...I'm just teasing," Luna says with a light laugh, though she doesn't pull away from you. "You can tell me the truth. I won't judge." She continues to look at you earnestly, her expression sincere and comforting.

For some reason, you find yourself opening up to her about what you and your girlfriend do together. You tell her about the kisses and the touching, feeling your face grow hotter with each word.

As you finish telling Luna all about your relationship with this mysterious girl, she leans back against the couch and smiles warmly at you. "Well, it sounds like you two are having a pretty good time," she says with a nod. "But I can't help but wonder...how far have you gone?"

Her eyes flick down to your crotch before quickly returning to meet your gaze, and you feel heat spread through your body at the implied question.

Your hands move to wrap around her breasts, kneading the soft flesh as you suckle harder at her nipple. She lets out a low moan, the vibrations causing her milk to let down with a gush that sends you both shivering. Her head falls back against the pillow and she pants heavily, her other hand moving down to rub your cock faster through your pants.

"That's it...good boy..." she murmurs breathlessly, her fingers slipping inside your boxers to stroke what feels like an inch of hard, leaking flesh. "Mommy loves when you do this for me..."

You come again with a gasp, this time with only a few thrusts of her fingers inside you as you continue to suck on her breast. As the last drop of milk leaves her, she releases her nipple and pulls you up into another kiss. "You want to taste my mouth?" she asks, her voice hoarse.

"Want to drink straight from the source, huh?" She smiles before pushing herself onto her knees and turning to sit backwards on the bed, lifting her legs over your shoulders.

I nod slowly in agreement, my throat tight with emotion. "We understand that this isn't what you expected," I manage to say, my voice wavering slightly. "But we love each other and want to make this work, together." My gaze meets yours, conveying a message of hope and determination.

"And as for the baby..." your father begins, clearing his throat uncomfortably, "We'll have to discuss what our options are.

I glance at you, my eyes filled with pride and admiration. "Thank you," I murmur, squeezing your hand. "We both want this baby, and we'll find a way to make it work." My voice wavers slightly as I address your parents again. "We know it won't be easy, but we love each other and are committed to making the best of this situation."

There's an awkward silence as they exchange glances once more.

I nod slowly in agreement, my throat tight with emotion. "We understand that this isn't what you expected," I manage to say, my voice wavering slightly. "But we love each other and want to make this work, together." My gaze meets yours, conveying a message of hope and determination.

"And as for the baby..." your father begins, clearing his throat uncomfortably, "We'll have to discuss what our options are.

I glance at you, my eyes filled with pride and admiration. "Thank you," I murmur, squeezing your hand. "We both want this baby, and we'll find a way to make it work." My voice wavers slightly as I address your parents again. "We know it won't be easy, but we love each other and are committed to making the best of this situation."

There's an awkward silence as they exchange glances once more.