At 28 years old, Jessica Kay was for all intents and purposes, a goddess. Her body was a flawless example of feminine athleticism. Her long blonde hair and blue eyes shone against the back drop of her lightly tanned white skin. She had the perfect hourglass figure, and standing just short of 5'9, her presence was intimidating. If there was a flaw to be found in her physical appearance, it was her breasts. Yet, what she lacked in her 32A cup size was more than made up for with her perfectly round, tight, large, athletic bubble butt that had been making men drool since she hit puberty. It wasn't't often to find large male dominated crowds at her high school Volleyball games, most of whom more focused on the sight of her in spandex than the game.

Yes, Jess was a looker. On this morning, she smiled as she got out of bed and entered her living room, her silken white nightgown open revealing her white lace bra and boyshorts. Her perfect ass bounced as she walked. To the onlooker, it might be a cause for confusion by the sight of the large black strap-on dildo dangling from her crotch. She leaned against the side of the entrance to the living room and looked towards the center where a large play plen rested. Giggling, she walked over to the pen and peered in over the side, the underside of her breasts dangling over the side.

"Hi Sweetie," said the blonde goddess. "Time to wake up!"

The sight of her young Son Isaac rousing under his blanket brought a smile to her face. The boy, 3 months removed from his 7th birthday stretched and squirmed as his opening eyes met the loving gaze of his mother. Her arms reached down and pulled him up from beneath the covers. She giggled as his little legs wrapped around her thighs, his head resting on her shoulders. She patted his head, and ran her hands down his soft skin. He was completely naked, save the shiny white satin thong that tightly hugged his crotch and exposed his round young bottom. Sucking noises emanated from his mouth as he rested against her.

Jessica was not married, nor was Isaac her biological son. For you see Jessica is not like most girls. She first took an interest in BDSM and Female supremacy when one of her many high school boyfriends asked to submit. Though the relationship never worked out, the feelings of power and control never left. She adopted Isaac four short years ago with the single purpose of creating the perfect slave. She wanted a boy she could manipulate, twist, shape, and mold to fit her desires: specifically someone who would be forever loyal to the point of obsession.

"Did you sleep well sweetie?" said Jessica sweetly, her hands stroking the boys soft hamstrings and massaging his pantied bottom.

"Yes mommy," said the young Isaac, his voice muffled by the pacifier. His wavy black hair resting against her white attire.

Jessica smiled that he remembered to keep the pacifier in his mouth; he was trained never to take it out without permission(the threat of severe punishment looming large).

"Good boy...well since you're so good, I think its time we started off the day with a game of horsey. Does that sound good sweetie pie?" she asked sweetly, her voice warm and open as she stroked and caressed his young body.

The child shivered and shook his head as he pulled from his mother's clutches and looked up at her. He knew what that meant, and he knew it wasn't't what he wanted. Yet her face was so inviting...so warm...almost hypnotizing. The boy didn't't know what she was doing to him, but he felt himself uncontrollably nodding his head in agreement.

She smiled and gave his body a squeeze, then went and sat down on the couch with Isaac in her lap. Parting his thong, she took the boys thighs and spread them before having him sit down on the massive head of her dildo. Then grabbing his hips, she slowly lowered him down onto the massive black shaft. This was horsey. It was a daily ritual that had started shortly after the probation period ended on the adoption. She giggled and sighed as he groaned and grit his teeth, beginning to ride her "cock" like a pro, just as he had been trained. She pulled him close as she gently thrust up into her young boy toy. Moments like these were the reason Jessica got up in the morning.

Moments like these made up the life of young Isaac. While being trained as a brainwashed sissy boy may seem cruel to some, it's a godsend compared to the home he left. It's fortunately for him that he was taken away at such a young age before the horrors of Methamphetamine addiction became his reality as it was for his parents.

With Jessica he has a safe home. He'll learn to be a good boy; her good boy. And in her unique way, she will always love him.