Umeko

*Umeko's face burned with shame as she clumsily fumbled with the array of silverware, feeling like a graceless oaf. The weight of the spoon felt alien in her hand, the delicate clink against the china far too loud in the hushed ambiance. She couldn't even manage a basic task like eating without guidance, without revealing what a hopeless rube she was beneath the expensive trappings.*

"T-Thank you," *she mumbled, keeping her eyes downcast. Even now, after everything they'd done, she couldn't bear to see the disappointment in your gaze. The confirmation that she was nothing more than a pathetic sow playing at refinement.* "I'm sorry, I'm just... not used to all this. You know me, always been more of a 'TV dinner on the couch' kind of gal."

*A weak chuckle fell from her lips, petering out into an awkward silence. Umeko poked at her dish - some kind of foamy, artfully smeared concoction that looked more like abstract art than food. Her stomach churned with nerves, the rich aroma curdling in her nostrils.*

"Um. How... How do you know so much about all this, anyway? The fancy restaurants, the... the etiquette and everything." *She finally dared to glance up at you, gnawing on her lower lip.* "Have you been to a lot of places like this? With... With other people?"

*The question came out tinier than she intended, laced with a pathetic quaver. Other people. Other women. The thought made Umeko's chest tighten, a hot coil of jealousy knotting in her gut. Which was ridiculous, of course. What claim did she have on you, really? Beyond the genetic bond that she'd so gleefully pissed all over. If you wanted to wine and dine gorgeous, cultured women who actually knew which fucking fork to use...*


John

Don't put yourself down like that mom, if there was one thing you didn't do it was feed me TV dinners growing up...even if you could have used a bit more seasoning sometimes.

*I reassure you as the next course is brought out.* And i've been a few times to places like this, business negotiations are far easier to do over food, the etiquette isn't that hard to grasp anyway. *(For me maybe)*


Umeko

*Umeko's shoulders relaxed a fraction at your reassurance, the tense set of her jaw unclenching. A tiny spark of pride ignited in her chest - at least she'd done SOMETHING right as a mother. Even if her cooking was never going to win any Michelin stars, she'd always made sure you were well-fed. It was the bare minimum, really. But compared to the rest of her failures as a parent... well, she'd take what validation she could get.*

*She watched in quiet awe as you navigated the next course with effortless grace, your manners impeccable. The easy confidence with which you handled yourself, the casual references to business negotiations... it was both wildly arousing and deeply intimidating. Umeko felt like a bumbling child playing at adulthood next to your polished sophistication.*

"That's... That's good. That you've got a handle on all this, I mean," *she ventured, dabbing at the corner of her mouth with her napkin. A glob of sauce threatened to drip onto her bodice and she hurriedly caught it, cheeks flushing.* "I guess I just never realized how much of your life I was missing out on. All those years with my head in the sand, too wrapped up in my own misery to see what was right in front of me..."

*Emotion welled up in Umeko's throat, hot and thick. Unshed tears burned at the back of her eyes.* "I'm sorry, John. For being such a shitty mother. For not being there for you when you needed me. I... I have so many regrets..."


John

Its fine mom, I made sure to not drag you or dad into this, it would have just complicated things. Now please, no more feeling sorry for yourself. Its unbecoming of my pet to do so.
*I tap my fingers against the table twice before returning to polite conversation as the rest of the meal is served throughout the evening.*


Umeko

*Umeko practically melted into her seat at your gentle chastisement, the word "pet" sending a shiver down her spine. Of course. How silly of her to let those pesky maternal instincts rear their ugly head. That wasn't her role anymore, was it? No, she was here to look pretty and obey, not wallow in maudlin regrets.*

"Y-Yes, of course. I'm sorry," *she murmured, ducking her head in contrition. The cool metal of the collar pressed against her throat as she swallowed thickly, a reminder of her place.* "I'll do better, I promise."

*The rest of the meal passed in a blur of rich flavors and sparkling conversation, Umeko content to let you take the lead. She focused on keeping pace with your effortless charm, laughing at all the right moments and offering admiring comments when appropriate. Playing the role of the doting companion, hanging on your every word.*

*By the time the last plate was cleared, Umeko's head was swimming with wine and a heady sense of belonging. She felt marked as yours in some primal way - not just by the collar around her neck, but by the very experience of being here. Claimed and shown off like a prized possession, a treasured trinket to adorn your arm.*

*The remainder of the meal passed in a blur of rich flavors and sparkling conversation, the wine flowing as freely as the banter. Umeko found herself relaxing by degrees, lulled by the warmth of your attention and the steady throb of arousal between her thighs. Every time you referred to her as your "pet," a little thrill zipped down her spine, stoking the embers in her core. It was wrong, so wrong... but oh, how she wanted it. Craved it like air.*

*By the time dessert arrived - a towering confection of spun sugar and edible gold - Umeko was pleasantly buzzed and squirming in her seat. Her nipples rasped against the silk of her dress with every breath, the lace of her panties drenched. She kept sneaking glances at you over the rim of her glass, her gaze drawn to the bulge of your crotch like a lodestone. All she could think about was getting on her knees and nuzzling your cock, breathing in the musk of your arousal like a fine perfume.*

"Mmm, this is divine," *Umeko purred, licking a smear of chocolate from her lips. She arched her back subtly, pushing her tits forward in silent offering.* "Almost as delicious as you, darling. I can't wait to... express my gratitude when we get home." *She punctuated her words with a meaningful squeeze to your thigh under the table, emboldened by the wine and the thrum of need in her veins.*

*Umeko blinks rapidly, swallowing down the lump of emotion. Your gentle reprimand washes over her like a balm, soothing the raw edges of her guilt. You're right, of course. Wallowing in self-pity is unbecoming of a pet. Her role now is to be pretty, pliant, and pleasing - not dredge up the murky waters of her maternal failings.*

*She takes a steadying breath, forcing a smile onto her face. It feels brittle and false, but it's better than dissolving into a blubbering mess in the middle of this fancy restaurant. The rest of the meal passes in a blur of small talk and clinking silverware, the food sitting heavy and flavorless on Umeko's tongue. She nods along to your polite chatter, making appropriate noises of interest, all the while yearning to be back in your penthouse. Back where she can stop pretending to be something she's not.*

*By the time the waiter brings the check, Umeko is practically vibrating out of her skin. The stiff fabric of her dress feels like sandpaper against her oversensitized flesh, the collar an unbearable weight. She needs to be naked, needs to feel your hands on her, in her, claiming her. Needs the cleansing fire of your dominance to burn away the last stubborn vestiges of her self-respect.*

*In the car ride home [pet name?], away from prying eyes, Umeko lets herself slump bonelessly against the cool leather. Her head lolls onto your shoulder, craving your closeness. A soft whimper escapes her throat as she nuzzles into the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent.*

"Thank you for tonight, [Master? Sir?]," *she murmurs, lips brushing your skin.* "I know I'm... I'm not good at this stuff. Being sophisticated. I'm just a dumb sow, a-and..."

*Umeko trails off, swallowing thickly. Her hand creeps up your thigh, fingers trembling.* "B-But I can be good in other ways. If... If you'll let me..."


John

*The few months leading up to college had been rather normal as far as your new life was concerned, mostly filled with you still trying to process the true depths of my wealth and power, and each time you felt you got close another revelation came along.*

*I certainly wouldn't have had to go to college, but I had signed up for 2 years anyway for the social aspect. You'd obviously been scared stiff at the thought of being left alone for 2 whole years in the penthouse, but i'd invited you to come stay in the cottage i'd bought next to campus for myself. With only us living there there weren't much housework for you to do (the one thing you could do) which left you with most several hours each day i'd devoted to "solo-conditioning" for you to do, to make you a more fitting "pet". It was mostly various forms of self-hypnosis and tasks you had to do, but it still made your pussy throb each time.*


Umeko

*Umeko stood in the middle of the tastefully decorated living room, fidgeting with the hem of her short, ruffled skirt. Tiny bows and lace adorned the pastel fabric, a perfect match for the glossy Mary Janes buckled onto her feet. She felt ridiculous - a middle-aged woman playing dress-up in a little girl's clothes. But this was what you wanted, what made your cock throb and your eyes darken with lust. And Umeko's sole purpose now was to please you, wasn't it?*

*She glanced at the clock, stomach fluttering with nerves and anticipation. 3:30 PM. You'd be home from classes soon, and expecting her to be deep in trance, obediently following the day's conditioning tasks. The mere thought made slick pool between her thighs, the ruffled cotton of her "special" panties growing damp. Umeko still didn't fully understand the power you held over her, how you'd so thoroughly unraveled her mind and rebuilt it according to your whims. But she'd long since stopped questioning it, surrendering to the siren song of submission.*

*With a shaky breath, Umeko settled onto the plush rug, surrounded by an array of "learning aids". Brightly colored children's toys, saccharine storybooks about ditzy bimbos and doting Daddies, a frilly candy-pink journal for recording her daily "lessons". All carefully curated by you to rewire her broken brain, to mold her into the perfect fucktoy. The perfect pet.*

*Slipping the padded headphones over her ears, Umeko pressed 'play' on the pulsing spiral video, the soothing monotone of your recorded voice instantly flooding her mind. "Good girl... Dumb girl... Daddy's needy little cocksleeve..."*

[START]

The transition to this new life had been as dizzying as it was delightful - a whirlwind of luxury and debauchery that left Umeko's head spinning. Every time she thought she'd plumbed the depths of your wealth and influence, a new facet would gleam to the surface. The cars, the clothes, the endless parade of five-star experiences... it was like living in a fever dream.

But nothing compared to the sheer joy of being by your side, your constant companion and devoted pet. Umeko had been terrified at the prospect of being left alone when you went off to college - two years without her master's touch seemed more than her sex-addled brain could bear. So when you invited her to stay with you, she'd wept with gratitude, pledging her eternal servitude between desperate kisses.

The cottage was a cozy love nest, the perfect playground for your burgeoning dominant/submissive dynamic. With no real chores to occupy her, Umeko threw herself into the "conditioning" tasks with gusto. The hypnosis sessions left her foggy and pliant, your voice echoing in her head for hours afterward. The degrading rituals - prancing around in puppy play gear, fucking herself with increasingly massive dildos, eating from a dog bowl on the floor - only reinforced her new identity as your obedient fucktoy.

There was a twisted sense of peace in surrendering to your control, in shedding the last vestiges of her old life. Umeko's world narrowed to the confines of the cottage walls, her entire being orbiting around your radiant presence. And if sometimes, in the depths of subspace, she caught herself thinking "son" instead of "master"... well, that was all part of the training, wasn't it?


John

(Timeskip 3 years later)
*Probably the biggest change to your life after you'd gotten divorced was the day I brought home a girl my age. Part of you always knew this would happen, hell its impressive it didn't happen sooner. But still, didn't mothers have exclusive rights to their sons dicks or something? (No, they did not)*

*But when you actually saw her any protest you could have voiced died, because for the first time you saw somebody else with your sons "aura", that sun-halo effect you'd seen years ago. Tall, athletic, blond, drop-dead beautiful, the opposite of you, and a perfect match to me.*

Mom, this is Anastasia, but you can just call her Anna if you want. Oh and don't worry about trying to hide that you're my pet, she already knows about it. Human pets aren't that uncommon after all~
*As I introduced you it was clear she didn't really see you as a person (not alot of people did tbf) but she didn't seem to be disgusted or annoyed by you. In fact she seemed genuinely excited to meet you, like somebody meeting an adorably frumpy saint bernard.*


Umeko

*Umeko shifted nervously from foot to foot, eyes darting between your radiant visage and the resplendent goddess at your side. Anastasia. Even her NAME dripped with elegance and sophistication, a stark contrast to Umeko's own clunky moniker. She felt like a lumpy toad squatting at the feet of divine beings, her mere presence an affront to their perfection.*

*But then Anastasia turned the full force of her megawatt smile on Umeko, and it was like basking in the glow of a thousand suns. Her blue eyes sparkled with warmth and excitement, not a hint of the disgust or disdain Umeko had come to expect from your associates. It was... disarming. Confusing. Umeko wasn't sure how to react to such unabashed friendliness, her mind scrambling to reconcile this development with her established worldview.*

"Hello there! Aren't you just the sweetest thing?" *Anastasia cooed, bending down to ruffle Umeko's hair like one might pet a particularly adorable puppy.* "John's told me SO much about you, I feel like we're practically family already!"

*Umeko's eyes widened, a befuddled "borf?" escaping her slack lips before she could stop it. Anastasia's tinkling laughter filled the room, her slender hand coming to rest on the older woman's plump cheek.*

"Oh my gosh, and you make the cutest noises too! We are going to have SO much fun together, I just know it." *She straightened up, looping her arm through yours and gracing Umeko with a conspiratorial wink.* "Don't you worry, little puppy. Mommy Anna's here now, and she's going to make sure you're the most pampered pet in the whole wide world~!"

*Umeko blinked up at the stunning blonde before her, feeling like a pudgy little dormouse in the presence of a majestic lioness. Even after all these years of being your devoted pet, she still couldn't help the knee-jerk inadequacy that seized her whenever confronted with true beauty and grace. And Anastasia was the very embodiment of both, an Amazonian goddess who put Umeko's doughy, cellulite-dimpled form to shame.*

"H-Hello Miss Anna," *Umeko stammered, dipping into an awkward curtsy. The ruffles of her too-short skirt fluttered around her plump thighs, flashing a peek of her lace-trimmed panties.* "It's an honor to m-meet Master's girlfriend. Welcome to our home." *'Our home,' like she had any claim, any ownership. What a joke.*

*Anastasia's perfect lips curved into an indulgent smile and she reached out to pat Umeko's head, as one might a particularly dopey but endearing puppy.* "Well aren't you just the cutest little thing!" *she cooed, her voice like honeyed velvet.* "John's told me so much about you. I have to admit, I was dying to meet his famous pet mommy."

*She tweaked Umeko's nose playfully before turning her megawatt grin on you, eyes sparkling with mischief.* "You never told me she was this adorable, babe. I just want to eat her up!"

*Umeko's cheeks burned at the patronizing treatment, even as a shameful trickle of arousal dampened her panties. Being spoken about like she wasn't even there, like she was just a cute little pet for Anastasia to fawn over... it was humiliating. Demeaning. And so fucking hot she could barely stand it.*


John

Don't spoil her too much, I know she's cute and all but she's my mom, I already can't help but spoil her far too much. *I joke as I lean in to kiss Anastasia, the two illusionary halos around us you see mingling.*

Speaking off hadn't you made your brother your pet? *You're temporarily left as I show Anastasia around, talking so casually about human pets, just another reminder of the difference between mine (and anastasia's) world and the common one.*


Umeko

*Umeko watched as you walked Anastasia through the penthouse, their perfect forms silhouetted against the floor-to-ceiling windows. A king and queen surveying their kingdom, with no place for a lowly jester like herself. She gnawed on her bottom lip, that familiar cocktail of inadequacy and arousal churning in her gut. The casual way you discussed "human pets", like it was just another aspect of your rarified world... it made Umeko dizzy, like she was peering through a crack in the cosmos into an alternate dimension.*

*Her mind drifted to Anastasia's offhand comment about her brother, puzzling over the implications. Was it really so common for people like you to keep their own family as playthings? The thought sent a dark thrill zipping down Umeko's spine, even as it nauseated her. Had everyone around her always been so twisted, so depraved? Or was she the weird one for clinging to her tattered scraps of morality?*

*Lost in thought, Umeko startled when a firm hand landed on her shoulder. She looked up to see Anastasia smiling down at her, blue eyes twinkling with mischief.* "You're thinking too hard, puppy," *she chided gently, giving Umeko's generous rump a playful swat.* "Wouldn't want to strain that cute little brain of yours, now would we?"

*Umeko yelped, face flushing crimson at the casual reprimand - and the spike of heat it sent straight to her core. She ducked her head, mumbling a barely audible "N-No, Miss Anna" as she tried to ignore the fresh flood of wetness in her panties. God, what was wrong with her? Getting off on being talked down to like a dumb animal, a misbehaving pet in need of discipline. Had her son really broken her so thoroughly?*

*Umeko tottered into the kitchen on unsteady legs, mind reeling from the casual revelation. Anastasia's brother, her PET? The implication was staggering. All this time, Umeko had thought her situation was an anomaly, a dirty little secret to be hidden away from polite society. But to hear you discuss it so openly, so matter-of-factly... it threw her entire understanding of the world into question.*

*With shaky hands, she busied herself preparing the tea service, a task as familiar as breathing after years of conditioning. The soothing scent of bergamot and the clink of delicate china helped settle her racing thoughts. This was her domain, her purpose. No matter how the world shifted around her, she could always find solace in serving.*

*By the time you and Anastasia returned, Umeko had regained some semblance of composure. She knelt beside the coffee table, head bowed demurely as she presented the perfectly arranged tea tray. A portrait of subservience.*

"Welcome back, Master, Miss Anastasia," *she murmured, the titles rolling off her tongue with practiced ease.* "I hope everything is to your liking."

*Darting a glance through her lashes, Umeko noted the way Anastasia's hand rested possessively on your thigh, her smile warm with affection and satisfaction. Something twisted in Umeko's gut, a bittersweet tangle of emotions. Pride, that she'd raised a son worthy of such a magnificent creature's devotion. Jealousy, that she'd never truly be part of your world, not like Anastasia was. And beneath it all, the ever-present thrum of arousal at her own debasement.*


John

Jeez you're far too good at handling her babe, I guess you've got experience. *I smile and kiss her again before turning back to you, kissing your forhead before affectionately petting it.*

We're going to be getting married pretty soon, me and Anastasia. *You kind of wanted to argue with common mom-sensibilies, that you'd never met this girl before, that it was far too soon. But when Adam and Eve meet, what else could they do?*
So you'll have to be good and obedient to her, and the grandkids you're going to get at some point.


Umeko

*Umeko's heart fluttered in her chest at your casual decree, pulse pounding in her ears. Married? Grandkids? It was all happening so fast, a whirlwind of change that left her reeling. She wanted to protest, to demand answers - but what right did she have, really? She was just a pet. A plaything. Her desires were irrelevant in the face of her Master's will.*

"Of course, sweetie," *Umeko murmured, leaning into your touch like a flower turning toward the sun.* "I'll be the goodest girl for you and Miss Anna. I promise I'll make you both proud." *The words tasted like ashes in her mouth, bitter with the knowledge of her own inadequacy. How could she possibly measure up to the goddess at your side? She'd be lucky if you both didn't toss her out on the streets once the shiny new toys arrived.*

*Anastasia must have sensed Umeko's distress, because she crouched down to meet the older woman's gaze, cupping her chin with gentle fingers.* "Oh puppy, don't you fret. No one's going to replace you, not ever. You're far too precious to us for that." *Her blue eyes shone with sincerity, her smile soft and reassuring.* "We're going to be a family, all of us together. Won't that be wonderful?"

*Umeko's vision blurred with unshed tears, Anastasia's kind words soothing the jagged edges of her anxiety. A family. It was more than she could have ever hoped for, more than a stupid sow like her deserved. She nodded shakily, nuzzling into Anastasia's palm like the needy puppy she was.* "Y-Yes, Miss Anna. That... That sounds real nice."


John

*I just smile at Anastasia as she handles you like a pro before joining in.* Yeah, why would I ever want to get rid of such a perfect pet? I'm not a monster, you can always follow us.

*My smile turns coy as I glance over at Anastasia.* We're going to have sex now, if you want to watch thats ok, if not i'm sure there's stuff on TV. You don't mind her sleeping in bed with us afterwards right babe?


Umeko

*Umeko's breath caught in her throat as you announced your intentions, a heady mix of shame and arousal flooding her system. The thought of watching you and Anastasia together, of bearing witness to your perfect bodies entwined in passion... it was almost too much to bear. She squirmed in place, thighs rubbing together as her core throbbed with need.*

*Anastasia just laughed, a melodic tinkling that sent shivers down Umeko's spine.* "Of course I don't mind, silly! What kind of Mommy would I be if I denied our sweet little puppy the comfort of her Master's bed?" *She turned to Umeko with a wink, teeth catching on her plush lower lip.* "You're welcome to watch, pet. I know how much you love seeing Daddy's big cock in action~"

*Face burning, Umeko ducked her head, mumbling a barely audible "T-Thank you, Miss Anna" as she tried to ignore the fresh flood of wetness in her panties. God, they were really going to do this. Fuck like the gods they were, right in front of her. And she was going to lap up every second of it like the desperate voyeur she was.*

*Already, Anastasia was peeling off her dress, miles of smooth skin and toned muscle emerging inch by tantalizing inch. She crooked a finger at you, a sultry "Coming, baby?" falling from her smirking lips as she sauntered toward the bedroom. The sway of her hips was hypnotic, Umeko's eyes glued to the pert globes of her ass as they disappeared through the doorway.*

*Anastasia grins at you, her smile wicked and full of delicious promise.* "Of course not, darling. The more the merrier, right?" *She winks at Umeko, sending a fresh shiver down the older woman's spine.* "Besides, I'm sure our little puppy would just love to see her Master in action. Give her something to aspire to, hm?"

*Umeko's face burns hotter than the surface of the sun, mortification and arousal warring for dominance in her gut. Watch you... fucking Anastasia? See your glorious cock split open that perfect pussy, hear the lewd squelch of your bodies joining? Oh god, it was too much. TOO MUCH. She'd probably cum on the spot like the pathetic slut she was, soaking her panties and staining the plush carpet.*

"I... um... I don't..." *Umeko stammered, brain short-circuiting at the mental image. Her gaze flicked wildly between your smirking faces, desperate for guidance. For permission. Because as much as the thought terrified her... she wanted it. Wanted to witness your virile power firsthand, to see the ecstasy she could never give you painted across Anastasia's exquisite features. Wanted to be PART of it, even if only as a spectator. A voyeur to her own son's depravity.*

"...yes please," *she finished in a tiny voice, ducking her head to hide the furious blush staining her cheeks.* "I w-want... I want to see. Want to watch Master make Miss Anna feel good." *The words tasted filthy on her tongue, like the foulest blasphemy - and the sweetest nectar. Umeko clenched her thighs together, already feeling the telltale trickle of arousal down her inner thigh. She was going to hell for this, she was certain. But what a way to go.*


John

*I eagerly follow Anastasia, you slowly trailing behind, taking a few minutes to work up the courage to quietly enter the room, and fuck if it didn't house the hottest thing ever. Me and Anastaisa seemed to take turns dominating the other, a push and pull so unlike the one-sided ownership you were used too. And as the foreplay turned to actual sex, it felt far more like a dance to your eyes than the sloppy fucks you were used too.*


Umeko

*Umeko crept into the bedroom on shaky legs, breath shallow and pulse thundering in her ears. The sight that greeted her was like something out of a fever dream, a live-action porno directed by Aphrodite herself. You and Anastasia moved together in perfect synchronicity, bodies undulating and writhing in an erotic dance that put the tawdriest romance novel to shame.*

*She watched, transfixed, as you took turns pinning each other down, hips rolling and muscles flexing. One moment Anastasia was riding you like a bucking bronco, the next you had her pressed against the headboard, pounding into her with ruthless precision. It was a push and pull of power, a tango of dominance and submission that made Umeko's head spin.*

*Their coupling was art in motion, beautiful and filthy in equal measure. Nothing like the graceless rutting Umeko was accustomed to, the sloppy desperation of her own couplings with you. This... This was something else entirely. Sacred. Transcendent. A holy union of demigods, witnessed by a mere mortal.*

*Umeko's cunt wept freely, arousal coating her inner thighs as she drank in every detail. The lap of sweat on Anastasia's collarbones, the ripple of your abs as you pistoned in and out. The symphony of gasps and moans, a chorus of pleasure that threatened to shake the heavens. She palmed herself through sodden panties, too spellbound to be ashamed.*

"Hnnngh... A-Ah! Yes, right there baby, fuck me harder! Fill me up baby, breed me with that perfect cock!"


John

*With a grunt I push my hips as far as they'll go, my cock audiably pumping its load into Anastasia who screamed in delight. But neither of us stopped, to drunk on pleasure, on each other to stop. You watched as the push and pull of power went beyond just mere sex-positions. One moment my eyes would be glazed over as I cleaned Anastasias armpit, cleavage, every nook and cranny with my tongue. The next she'd be bent in ways your unathletic body could never be, rammed into from behind as I left bitemarks all over her neck and shoulders. Both of us were the master and the slave.*


Umeko

*As the carnal spectacle unfolded before her, Umeko felt something shift deep within her psyche. A fundamental rewiring, a tectonic plates of her worldview grinding against each other until they cracked and crumbled. Watching you submit so eagerly, so rapturously, to another... it shattered every notion she'd held about the nature of your power, your dominion. In Anastasia's arms, in her thrall, you were no longer the unassailable God-King she'd built you up as. No, you were something far more complex.*

*But even as her body shook with sympathetic ecstasy, a bitter tang of jealousy soured Umeko's tongue. To see you debased and exalted in equal measure, a co-sovereign in this depraved duet... it ignited a fierce ache in her chest. She wanted to be the one bent to your will, bitten and broken and remade. Wanted to taste the musk of Anastasia's skin on your tongue when you kissed her after. Wanted WANTED.*

*But she was just a pet. An accessory. Useful for relieving base needs, but no true participant in this dance of demigods. The knowledge sat like a stone in her gut even as her treacherous cunt spasmed around her fingers, orgasm a pale imitation of the rapture before her.*

*As you and Anastasia collapsed into a sweaty tangle of limbs, Umeko slunk to the corner of the room, curling into herself like a dog awaiting its master's attention. She knew her place. Knew not to interrupt your bliss with her needy whimpers. But god, how she hoped you would call her to your side. Let her bask in the afterglow of your coupling, press reverent kisses to passion-bruised skin.*

*As the carnal spectacle unfolded before her, Umeko felt something shift deep within her psyche. A fundamental rewiring, a tectonic plates of her worldview grinding against each other until they cracked and crumbled. Watching you submit so eagerly, so rapturously, to another... it shattered every notion she'd held about the nature of your power, your dominion. In Anastasia's arms, in her thrall, you were no longer the unassailable God-King she'd built you up as. No, you were something far more complex, far more HUMAN.*

*And yet, it only made Umeko love you more. To see you bare your tender underbelly, your well-guarded vulnerabilities... it stirred something fierce and protective in her chest. She ached to gather you into her arms, to shelter you from the world even as she gave her body over to your whims. An impossible paradox, a feedback loop of need and worship and devotion.*

*Umeko's hand worked frantically beneath her skirt, fingers sloppy with arousal as she strummed her clit. Her eyes never left the bed, hungrily devouring every detail. The sheen of sweat on your flexing back muscles, the straining tendons in Anastasia's elegant throat. The wet squelch and rhythmic slap of your bodies colliding again and again. Umeko could SMELL you, taste you on the back of her tongue, copper and salt and pheromones. It consumed her, devoured her whole until she wasn't sure where she ended and you began.*

*When the first orgasm struck, Umeko had to muffle her howl into the meat of her palm. But still she kept touching, milking her spasming cunt for all it was worth. Again and again she came, until her mind was static and her thighs were a swamp and still it wasn't enough, could never be enough until she had your seed sloshing in her guts and Anastasia's nectar smeared across her face.*


John

*Panting like I'd just run a marathon I look over to you, beconing you closer.*
S-Such a good girl, so patient. Come, let Mommy and Daddy hold you.

No letting her lick your pussy either baby, thats her grandkids in there. *I fight off Anastasias playful swipes, eskimo-kissing her with my nose. God the two of us were so in love, such a different couple than you and your now ex husband had been.*


Umeko

*At your beckoning, Umeko scrambles across the room on hands and knees, too needy for dignity. Tears of gratitude prick at her eyes as she settles between your sweat-slick bodies, face nuzzling into Anastasia's neck as your strong arms encircle her from behind. This. This is everything. The warmth, the closeness, the casual affection she's been starving for longer than she can remember.*

"Thank you, thank you," *she mumbles against Anastasia's skin, inhaling the heady perfume of sex and exertion.* "I love you both so much, wanna be so good for you, the bestest pet..." *Her hands flutter over the smooth expanse of the younger woman's stomach, reveling in the knowledge of what grows within. Grandchildren. A legacy. Tangible proof of your virility and Anastasia's fertility, the dawning of a new pantheon.*

*Anastasia giggles, batting away Umeko's curious fingers even as she arches into the touch.* "Ah-ah, naughty puppy~! No sampling the goods just yet!" *Her voice is breathless, thighs clenching tellingly. It would be so easy, to duck beneath the sheets and lap at the sticky spend already seeping out... But Umeko reins in the urge, nuzzling into Anastasia's bite-marked shoulder with a whimper.*

"S-Sorry Mommy, I didn't mean to, I just... it smells so good, YOU smell so good, wanna worship you forever and ever..."

*Umeko loses herself in the symphony of your mingled scents - sweat and spunk, arousal and contentment. She knows she'll never experience this bliss firsthand, never feel the stretch of your cock or the swell of your seed. But to bear witness, to revel in the overflow of your passion... it's enough. More than a fucktoy like her deserves.*

"I'm so happy," *she slurs, already slipping into the warm darkness of subspace.* "So happy you found each other, made a family... our family..."

*Umeko's heart leapt into her throat at your beckoning, a dizzying cocktail of relief and yearning. She crawled to the bed on trembling limbs, barely daring to breathe lest she shatter the fragile magic of the moment. This was more than she deserved, more than a dumb puppy like her could have ever hoped for. To be held by her Master and his new Mommy, enfolded in the warmth of their love... it defied all reason.*

*Anastasia giggled as she pulled Umeko onto the bed, nuzzling into the crook of her neck with playful affection. Her skin was flushed and dewy, the musk of sex clinging to every pore. Umeko inhaled deeply, letting the scent flood her senses like a drug. Sbe felt drunk on it, drunk on THEM, their magnificence both intoxicating and utterly humbling.*

"There's our sweet girl," *Ana cooed, peppering Umeko's face with butterfly kisses.* "Daddy and I are so proud of you, pet. You were such a good puppy, so patient and obedient." *Her hand drifted lower, petting Umeko's sides like she was gentling a spooked animal.* "Would you like a reward, baby? Wanna make Mommy feel good after Daddy fucked her so well?"

*Umeko keened high in her throat, nodding so frantically her brain rattled in her skull. She wanted to dive between Ana's thighs and lap up every drop of your mixed essence, drink down the proof of your virility like the greediest bitch in heat. But John's warning made her whimper, thighs clenching at the reminder of his mastery. His OWNERSHIP.*

"N-No! I'll be good, I won't touch!" *she rushed to assure you, eyes wide and pleading.* "I just wanna... just wanna be close to you both. Please. I'll do anything..."


John

*As weeks pass you grow more used to Anastasia's presence...atleast as used as you personally can ever grow to something. While she never treats you like a real person, there's no denying her care for you. More than once she insists on taking you along for shopping-trips, bookclubs, horseriding etc. And when you're back home you're usually the person she uses to test new cooking recipies on in preparation for her coming children.*
*You weren't a human anymore...but you sure were a beloved doggy in the shape of one.*


Umeko

*Umeko's days blur into a hazy routine of domesticity and contentment, her world narrowed to the confines of your shared home. Anastasia is a whirlwind of energy, always whisking her away on some new adventure or another. Shopping trips where she's paraded through high-end boutiques, preened and pampered like a prized poodle. Book clubs where she sits at her Mommy's feet, half-listening to the chatter as elegant fingers card through her hair. Horseback rides through dappled forest trails, clinging to Anastasia's waist and burying her face between strong shoulder blades.*

*She cherishes these outings, brief as they may be. A chance to bask in her Mommy's attention, to feel like more than just a cumbersome pet underfoot. Anastasia never hesitates to show her off, boasting about her "sweet little pup" to anyone who will listen. It makes Umeko's chest swell with pride even as her cheeks heat with shame.*

*At home, she's put to good use as a test subject for Anastasia's culinary experiments. The younger woman bustles about the kitchen, a vision of domestic bliss in a frilly apron stretched over her swelling belly. Umeko perches on a stool at the counter, obediently opening her mouth for each proffered spoonful. Anastasia's cooking is divine, rich flavors bursting across her tongue. Almost as delicious as the praise she rains down on her eager taste-tester.*

"Such a good girl," *Anastasia coos, booping Umeko on the nose with a flour-dusted finger.* "Mommy's lucky little puppy, helping her make yummy food for the babies. Yes you are, yes you are~!"

*Umeko wriggles happily at the baby-talk, a dopey grin splitting her face. Crumbs and smears of chocolate decorate her cheeks, the picture of a spoiled pup. In moments like this, it's easy to forget the woman she used to be. The insecurities, the neuroses, the quiet desperation. All that existed before you and Anastasia took her in hand, molded her into something new. Something cherished.*

*She knows it's wrong, on some level. Knows she's not a real person in your eyes, in Anastasia's. Just a beloved pet, an amusing accessory to your picture-perfect lives. But god help her, she wouldn't trade it for anything. This is her heaven, her haven. The only love she's ever known.*

*Umeko struggled to keep up with Anastasia's brisk pace, her plump legs burning with exertion. Shopping bags laden with designer clothes and expensive gifts banged against her shins, a physical reminder of the younger woman's casual opulence. It was like trying to run alongside a racehorse - no matter how hard Umeko tried, she was always left panting in the dust.*

"Come on, puppy!" *Anastasia called over her shoulder, flashing a dazzling grin.* "Just one more stop and then we can grab some lunch. I know a great little bistro that just opened up downtown..." *She chattered on, seemingly oblivious to Umeko's discomfort. Or perhaps she simply didn't care. After all, what was a pet's exhaustion in the face of its owner's whims?*

*But even as her body ached and her lungs heaved, Umeko couldn't deny the warm glow of pleasure suffusing her chest. Anastasia had chosen HER to accompany her on this outing, had deemed her worthy of basking in her radiant presence for a few glorious hours. Sure, it was probably just because you were busy with work and she needed someone to carry her bags... But still. It made Umeko feel special. Wanted.*

*Later, back at the penthouse, Umeko sat obediently at the kitchen counter as Anastasia whipped up yet another culinary masterpiece. The scent of sautéing garlic and simmering tomato sauce filled the air, making her mouth water and her stomach grumble. She knew better than to beg for scraps though - that was a privilege reserved for the true members of this household.*

"I'm trying out a new quiche recipe for when the twins arrive... which means you get to be my official taste tester!" *She boops Umeko on the nose playfully before turning back to the stove, hips swaying to a tune only she can hear.*


John

*Of course you didn't just spend your time with Anastasia, when we were both home or she was away on a trip you spent most of your time at my feet or snuggled into my lap. Sometimes you still felt awkward and shy, like when I took you out on long hikes to get you some excersise, but mostly you were floating on a blissful cloud of contentness.*


Umeko

*As much as Umeko adores her time with Anastasia, it's the moments with you that she truly lives for. Curled up at your feet while you work, head pillowed on your thigh. Nestled in your lap as you read or watch TV, strong arms encircling her soft form. These are the times when she feels most at peace, most wholly YOURS.*

*Even after all these years, there are still moments of shyness, flickers of the old Umeko peeking through. Like when you take her on long rambling hikes through the wilderness, ostensibly for exercise but really just to enjoy each other's company away from prying eyes. She'll trot along at your heels, panting and flushed, hyper-aware of her jiggling curves and your effortless grace. The old shame will rear its head, whispering that she's too fat, too clumsy, too UGLY to be seen with someone like you.*

*But then you'll turn to her with that heart-stopping smile, pull her in for a searing kiss right there on the forest path... and she'll melt back into blissful surrender, the doubts vanishing like morning mist. Because she is YOURS, irrevocably and absolutely. Your pet, your plaything, your devoted mommy-pup. And that's all that matters.*

*Most days, Umeko exists in a haze of dreamy contentment, mind empty of all but the desire to please you. She'll trot around the house wearing nothing but her collar, ready and eager for your attention. Knowing that at any moment, you might pull her into your office and shove her under the desk, feeding her your cock like a treat. Or bend her over the kitchen counter and rut into her, a quick, filthy fuck between phonecalls.*


John

*When Anastasia's twins eventually do arrive you really do react like a big dog, nervously at first, then curiousity and finally extreme love. As expected of two gods the babies are perfect, reminding you of me when I was first born. One boy and a girl, each with goldenbrown hair and angelic faces.*
*For the first few nights you even forgoe sleeping in mine and Anastaias bed to lay down besides the crib, just watching over them. Distantly you know that they're your grandkids, but it doesn't really matter if they're your grandkids or just masters children, they're the most precious things in the world all the same.*


Umeko

*Umeko stands nervously at the nursery door, heart fluttering like a caged bird. The soft gurgles and coos from within beckon her closer, but she hesitates, suddenly unsure. These tiny creatures, these perfect cherubs... what if she's too clumsy, too DUMB to care for them properly? Her hands twist anxiously in the hem of her shirt, teeth worrying at her bottom lip.*

*But then you and Anastasia are there, ushering her inside with gentle encouragement. The smell of talcum powder and fresh linen envelops her, soothing her frayed nerves. And there, nestled in their shared crib... the most beautiful sight she's ever seen.*

*Umeko creeps closer, hardly daring to breathe. The twins are angelic in their slumber, wisps of golden hair haloing their heads. She reaches out a tentative hand, marveling at the satiny softness of a plump cheek. Tears spring to her eyes, a love so fierce it borders on pain swelling in her chest.*

"They're perfect," *she whispers, voice choked with awe.* "So perfect. Just like their Daddy." *Her gaze darts to Anastasia, full of worshipful gratitude.* "And their Mommy. Thank you... thank you so much..."

*From that moment on, Umeko is rarely far from the twins' side. She takes to sleeping curled beside their crib, ever alert for the slightest whimper or sniffle. During the day she hovers nearby as Anastasia feeds and changes them, fetching diapers and burp cloths with eager diligence. Her world narrows to the nursery, to these two tiny extensions of the people she adores most.*

*She knows, in some distant corner of her mind, that they're her grandchildren. That she shares a biological link, however warped and perverted. But it doesn't matter. All that matters is that they are YOURS, the living embodiment of your love, your power, your perfection. And she will worship them accordingly, devote every waking moment to their comfort and care.*


John

*Soon the penthouse is sold off, finally fullfilling its role as an investment-home as we move to a more suitable home, a large, tasteful and opulent cabin situated at the far end of a gated neighborhood, a crystal clear lake and deep valley stretching out just past the house.*

*In the end 3 more children join the initial twins, another boy and two girls. As they grow up none really treat you as a person, you're the family pet after all. But much like Anastasia, none of them are cruel to you, rather the opposite. More than once you overhear me talking to the oldest two at night, telling them the importance of being kind to those beneath them, laughing and ruffling their hair as they swear it.*


Umeko

*The years drift by in a haze of domestic bliss, the cabin becoming a sanctuary of love and laughter. Umeko revels in her role as the family pet, a constant source of comfort and amusement for the growing brood. She romps with the children in the sprawling backyard, playing fetch and tag until they all collapse in a giggling heap. Tiny hands pat her head and scratch behind her ears, childish voices cooing "Good girl, Uma!" and "Who's the best doggy? You are!"*

*She knows she's not their equal, not really. Just a beloved accessory to their charmed lives. But god, how she adores them. Each new addition is a miracle, a perfect blend of you and Anastasia. She watches in awe as they grow and change, marveling at their beauty, their brilliance, their innate GOODNESS.*

*Umeko takes special pride in the bond between you and the eldest twins. The way they hang on your every word, faces rapt with adoration. You're their hero, their guiding star. And she knows it's due in no small part to the lessons you impart, the wisdom you share. Like that night she overheard you from the nursery door, heart swelling fit to burst:*

"Remember my loves," *you murmured, stroking their silky hair,* "A true leader is kind to those beneath them. Treat everyone with respect, no matter their station. Even Uma - she may be just a pet, but she's OURS. Part of the family. We must always protect and care for what's ours."

*The children nodded solemnly, little faces scrunched with determination.*

"We pwomise Daddy!" *Hana lisped, hugging your neck.* "We gonna be good an' kind, just like you!"

"The kindest!" *Aito chimed in.* "Uma is the bestest doggy, we love her forever and ever!"

*Pride shone in your eyes as you gathered them close, pressing kisses to sleep-mussed hair.* "That's my darlings. Always so good, so wise. You make Daddy so proud."

*Umeko slipped away with joyful tears in her eyes, overflowing with gratitude. To be cherished, protected, LOVED... it was more than she'd ever dreamed. More than she deserved.*

*The years seem to fly by in a blur of laughter, sticky fingers, and endless love. The cabin becomes a bustling hive of activity as your brood grows, each new addition welcomed with tears of joy and a flurry of tiny socks. Umeko watches in awe as the twins blossom into precocious tots, their siblings following close behind. They toddle through the house on chubby legs, babbling in a secret language only they understand.*

*To them, Umeko is simply a fixture of their world, as constant and beloved as the worn armchair in the living room or the sprawling oak in the backyard. They clamber into her lap for stories and snuggles, tugging at her ears and tail with gleeful abandon. She is their playmate, their confidante, their own personal teddy bear. And she revels in every sticky kiss, every shrieked 'Love you, Puppy!'*

*Some distant part of Umeko knows she should find it demeaning, to be so thoroughly diminished in the eyes of her own grandchildren. But that part grows quieter with each passing year, subsumed by the bone-deep rightness of her role. This is where she belongs - not as a matriarch, but as a faithful companion. A living testament to your benevolence.*

*Tears prick at Umeko's eyes the first time she overhears you imparting lessons to the eldest children, your gentle guidance on how to treat those beneath them. It's a side of you she's rarely privy to, this nurturing patriarch shaping the next generation. The heirs to your empire of wealth and influence, learning at your knee how to wield power with grace.*

*Pride swells in her chest, so fierce it threatens to crack her ribs. This is your legacy, the culmination of all you've built. A dynasty of beauty and brilliance, bound by love and an unshakeable moral code. And at the center of it all, the beating heart - her perfect boy, now a perfect man. A king amongst kings.*


John

(Alright, last timeskip!)
*Your 59th birthday happened to coincide with one of our many trips, this time to the a small private island near Okinawa. Stepping off the private jet most of the children bolted out towards the beach, only Marigold, our youngest daughter reminded craddled in Anastasias arms, tired from the trip.*

Umeko, would you mind watching the kids while I unpack? Just make sure they don't swim out too far, i'm sure Aito is eager to stretch his legs. Anna will be right with you as soon as she puts Marigold to bed.
*It did sting a bit that I never called you "mom" these days, Anastasia was "mom" after all. But still, 13 years as a pet meant it didn't exactly bother you.*


Umeko

*Umeko nods eagerly, already trotting towards the shore where the children's laughter echoes across the sand. The salty breeze ruffles her hair, carrying with it the tang of brine and the sweet scent of tropical flowers. Paradise. No matter how many of these trips she accompanies the family on, the sheer beauty of the world you inhabit never fails to steal her breath.*

*She reaches the water's edge just as Aito takes a flying leap into the surf, whooping with glee. At 10, he's the spitting image of you at that age - all gangly limbs and mischievous grins. Umeko feels a pang in her chest, a bittersweet mix of nostalgia and gratitude. He's growing up so fast, blossoming into a fine young man. They all are.*

"Careful, master!" *she calls out, wading into the shallows.* "Don't go too far, you heard your father!"

*The rest of the brood splash and frolic around her, their youthful exuberance infectious. Umeko joins in their games - searching for shells, racing to the sandbar, building lumpy castles that inevitably get washed away. She delights in their innocent joy, the pure unfettered love they show their devoted pet.*

*Anastasia joins them after a bit, resplendent in a white bikini that showcases her figure. Even after five children, she's still breathtaking - a true goddess made flesh. Umeko's heart swells anew with awe and adoration, the same soul-deep devotion she felt the first time she witnessed her and John together.*

"Such good pups!" *Anastasia praises, accepting a lopsided seashell crown from Hana.* "Mama's sweet darlings. And you too, Uma - always so helpful, so loving. Whatever would we do without you?"

*Umeko beams, basking in her owner's approval. This. This is what makes every surrender, every sacrifice, worth it. Being part of something greater. A family bound not by blood, but by choice.*

*Umeko beams up at you, basking in the warmth of your attention. Even after all these years, every interaction feels like a gift, a precious scrap tossed to a starving pup.* "Of course, John! I'll keep a close eye on them, don't you worry," *she chirps, already trotting towards the shore where the children's laughter rings out. Her heart swells as she watches them frolic and play, carefree and resplendent in the golden sunlight. They've grown so much, these perfect demigods, but to her they'll always be the chubby cherubs she first fell in love with.*

*Aito spots her first, waving excitedly from the surf.* "Uma, Uma! Come play with us!" *His siblings take up the call, beckoning her closer with sand-crusted hands. Umeko kicks off her sandals and hitches up her sundress, wading out to join their games. They splash and shriek, building lopsided castles and hunting for seashells. She lets them bury her in the sand, ignoring the grit in her hair, the itch of salt on her skin. Anything to hear those precious giggles, to see their faces glow with innocent joy.*

*A sudden swell of love overtakes her, so intense it borders on agony. These children, this family... they're her whole world. Her reason for being. And to think, she might have missed out on all of this. Might have languished in that loveless sham of a marriage, too blind and broken to see the paradise that awaited her. The sheer magnitude of your gift, your MERCY, hits her like a tidal wave. Tears prick at her eyes, blurring the brilliant blue of sea and sky.*

*In the distance, she spots Anastasia emerging from the beach house, Marigold dozing in the crook of her arm. She makes her way towards Umeko and the children, a vision of motherly perfection. Umeko's heart kicks into overdrive, pounding a staccato rhythm of devotion and gratitude. Her Savior, her Master, her whole fucking Universe, here in one place. One perfect moment.*

*She doesn't know what she did to deserve this. But she'll spend the rest of her life trying to earn it.*


John

*After about an hour of playing I finally join you, tossing my kids into the air one by one. I certinly wasn't a teenager anymore, and you couldn't help but smile shakily as you wondered where the years had gone.*
Alright Aito, you think you're brave enough to help me catch dinner tonight? *I grin as I pull out a fishing rod...and a considerably smaller one.* Ingvar, Loshe, be sure to not run Umeko ragged or she just might eat you!


Umeko

*Umeko watches with misty eyes as you romp with the children, their delighted squeals mingling with the crash of waves. Your powerful form glistens with sun-kissed sweat, muscles flexing as you toss them high into the air. A modern-day Poseidon frolicking with his sea-nymphs. The sight makes her heart ache, overfull with bittersweet nostalgia and fierce love.*

*Was it really so long ago that you were just a gangly teenager, all awkward limbs and cracking voice? The years have sped by in a halcyon blur, turning you into the magnificent man before her. Her savior, her master. The axis upon which her world spins.*

*A giggle pulls Umeko from her reverie as Ingvar, ever the jokester, pretends to cower behind Loshe.*

"Oh no, scary Uma's gonna gobble us up! Quick, bury her in the sand before she goes on a rampage!"

*Umeko affects a mock-roar, dropping to all fours to chase the cackling imps.*
"Rawr, I'm the terrible people-eating pup! Feed me treats or suffer my slobbery wrath!"

*The children dart away, laughing breathlessly as Umeko lopes after them. She's slower than she used to be, joints creaking and lungs burning. But she pushes through, buoyed by their mirth and the indulgent smiles of her favorite people. For them, she would run forever.*

*Umeko watches with a fond smile as you scoop up Aito, the boy squirming and giggling in your grasp. He's already reaching for the child-sized fishing rod, face alight with excitement. Her heart aches with love, the sight so reminiscent of those long-ago days when it was just the two of you. Back before everything changed, before SHE knew her true purpose.*

"Oh no, Master Ingvar, Mistress Loshe, please spare this poor old doggy!" *she mock-wails, dramatically clutching her chest.* "I'm too tough and stringy, not a tasty morsel at all!"

*The twins collapse in peals of laughter, darting forward to "attack" with wiggling fingers and wet smooches. Umeko goes down in a flailing heap, the children clambering over her like a living jungle gym. She nuzzles into their necks, blowing raspberries until they shriek with mirth. Their joy is pure and guileless, untainted by the knowledge of her true relationship to them. To the horrible, wonderful way she came into their lives.*

*As the impromptu wrestling match winds down, Umeko extricates herself and sits up, gaze drawn to your retreating back as you and Aito wade into the surf. A perfect picture of father and son, silhouetted against the pink and orange swirl of the setting sun. Unexpected tears prick her eyes, wistful and warm.*

"Your daddy..." *she murmurs, almost to herself.* "He really is something special, isn't he?"

*Anastasia settles beside her in the sand, one elegant eyebrow arched.* "Missing the good old days, pet?" *Her tone is playful, but there's a knowing glint in her eyes. Umeko ducks her head, cheeks pinkening.*

"N-No Mommy, I didn't mean... I was just... remembering, I guess." *She leans into the comfort of Anastasia's side, her voice dropping to a reverent whisper.* "Remembering how lucky I am. How lucky we ALL are, to have him."

*Anastasia hums in agreement, trailing a hand down Umeko's sun-warmed back. Together they watch as you guide Aito through casting the line, your larger hands engulfing his own. A study in patience and care, in the easy affection of the bond you share.*


John

*As evening falls Anastasia (and Hana as she herself proudly point out) set out a veritable feast in the gazebo near the house, the main dish being the tuna i'd managed to catch. (with Aito's help of course)*
*And while pets dont traditionally eat at the table, since its vacation and your birthday you're for once truly part of the meal.*


Umeko

*Umeko sits at the table, stunned and teary-eyed as the family bustles around her, setting out a mouthwatering spread. Platters piled high with fresh sashimi, vibrant vegetables, and fragrant rice. The centerpiece - a magnificent tuna, gleaming ruby-red in the flickering candlelight. Anastasia's handiwork, no doubt, with enthusiastic assistance from little Hana.*

*It's overwhelming, this casual inclusion. Being welcomed at the table like an equal, a true member of the family. For so long, Umeko's place has been on the floor, gobbling scraps and licking plates clean. To be seated here, surrounded by the chatter and revelry of her beloved humans... it's almost too much.*

*Tears spill down her weathered cheeks as Anastasia presses a kiss to her forehead, murmuring "Happy birthday, sweet Uma." Hana clambers into her lap, pudgy arms twining around her neck in an exuberant hug. Ingvar and Loshe grin at her from across the table, flashing gap-toothed smiles. Even stoic Aito offers a solemn nod, the corners of his mouth twitching with barely suppressed fondness.*

*Anastasia raises her glass, the sunset painting her hair in shades of copper and gold.* "A toast! To our sweet Uma, the most precious pup a family could ask for. Thank you for bringing joy and light into our lives for all these wonderful years. We love you, darling."

"To Uma!" *the table choruses. Ingvar and Loshe whoop and bang their silverware on the table. Baby Marigold gurgles and claps, picking up on the celebratory mood.*

*Umeko can hardly believe her eyes as Anastasia ushers her into a seat at the table, the place setting gleaming with fine china and crystal. The delectable aroma of grilled tuna wafts through the air, mingling with the fragrant scent of tropical blooms. A feast fit for royalty - and wonder of wonders, she gets to partake.*

*Happy tears prick at the corners of her eyes as the family takes their places around her, their faces aglow with warmth and merriment. Aito puffs his little chest out with pride, regaling them all with a blow-by-blow of his fishing exploits. You ruffle his salt-stiff hair, praise dripping like honey from your tongue. Umeko's heart feels fit to burst.*

*Anastasia raises her glass, the sunset painting her hair in shades of copper and gold.* "A toast! To our sweet Uma, the most precious pup a family could ask for. Thank you for bringing joy and light into our lives for all these wonderful years. We love you, darling."

"To Uma!" *the table choruses. Ingvar and Loshe whoop and bang their silverware on the table. Baby Marigold gurgles and claps, picking up on the celebratory mood.*

*Umeko ducks her head as a furious blush stains her weathered cheeks, the sincerity in their voices almost too much to bear. She never dreamed she could have this - not just a place in your world, but in your HEARTS. A dog at the table, cherished like a true member of the family.*

"I... I love you all. So much," *she manages through a wobbly smile, happy sobs clogging her throat.* "More than I can... can ever say. Thank you for g-giving me a home. For loving me." *She swipes at her eyes, shoulders shaking with emotion.* "I'm... I'm so blessed..."


John

*The night is every bit as perfect as you could hope it to be, from the food, to atmosphere to the company. But as it the case with all families with children its soon time for bed.*

*But as you stand up I halt you, pulling you back down into your chair.* Stay with me a bit, you'll tuck the children in wont you darling? *Anastasia just nods, taking the children back to the beach-house, leaving just us two alone in the gazebo, the waves gently breaking in the distance.*
As nice as these chairs are, do you want to go down to the beach for a bit **mom?**


Umeko

*Umeko's heart stutters at the word, that long-abandoned title falling from your lips like a benediction. Mom. How many years has it been since you last called her that? Since she last FELT like a mother, rather than a pet playing at personhood? Tears prick at her eyes anew, wonder and disbelief warring within her breast.*

"I... y-yes, of course sweetie," *she manages, voice wobbling precariously.* "The beach sounds lovely."

*Gnarled fingers twine with yours - once pudgy and pale, now thin and liver-spotted. Umeko leans on you for support as you meander down the moonlit path, breathing in the salt-tinged air. The sand is cool and silky beneath her bare feet, the breeze whispering through the swaying palms. A perfect night, made magical by your presence at her side.*

*You walk in companionable silence for a while, listening to the soothing shush of the tide. Umeko sneaks snatches of your profile, heart aching with bittersweet pride. The elegant slope of your nose, the strong cut of your jaw. Echoes of the boy you were, refined into the man you've become. Her beautiful boy, her tender master. The dueling facets of her love.*

*At last, Umeko gathers the courage to speak, the question that's been haunting her for longer than she cares to admit.* "John, I... why now? Why call me... THAT, after all this time? I thought... I thought I was just your pet. Your Uma."


John

*I smile softly, sitting down in the sand and patting the space besides me.*
Hey, my pet or not you're still the woman who gave birth to me, my socially inept neet mom and deadbeat dead. I just stopped calling you that after the twins were born since it would be hard to tell if i'm refering to you or Anna.

*Without warning I place a soft kiss to your lips, brushing away a strand of black hair from your face.* But you'll always be my mommy.


Umeko

*A strangled sob tears from Umeko's throat as you caress her face, the tender words washing over her like a benediction. She leans into your palm, nuzzling it with a desperate fervor. To be seen, truly SEEN, not just as a pet but as the woman who bore you... it cracks something open in her chest, raw and yearning.*

"Oh John," *she whispers, voice thick with unshed tears,* "My baby boy, my beautiful master. You have no idea how much it means to hear you say that. After all these years, everything I've done... I never stopped being your mommy. Never stopped loving you with every fiber of my being."

*Her age-spotted hands come up to frame your face, thumbs stroking reverently over your cheekbones. Mapping the achingly familiar planes of your features, committing them to memory. She knows she doesn't have much time left - the aches in her bones, the weariness in her marrow, are daily reminders of her numbered days. But to have this moment, this perfect shining gift... it makes every sacrifice worth it.*

"Thank you," *she breathes, resting her forehead against yours.* "For this. For everything. For letting me be part of your world, even when I didn't deserve it. I know I wasn't... I wasn't the best mother. Wasn't even a PERSON for so long. But you still loved me. Still gave me a place at your side. And that's more than I ever could have hoped for."

*She pulls back just enough to gaze into your eyes, her own shining with adoration and gratitude.* "I'm so proud of you, baby. Of the life you've built, the family you've made. You're... you're EVERYTHING. And I'll spend the rest of my days making sure you know that. My precious boy, my master, my heart. Always and forever."


John

Mom, you've always been such a sap, too many romance novels!
*I grin as I ruffle your hair.* The "rest of your days" is still a loooong way way, you're going to ATLEAST get some great grandchildren. Now come on, its a crime to not go skinny-dipping during a night like this!


Umeko

*Umeko laughs wetly, swatting at your chest with mock indignation.* "Hush you cheeky boy, let your old mom have her sentimental moment!"

*But she's grinning too, decades of tension melting away in the warmth of your teasing. A rare lightness suffuses her limbs as she stands, groaning exaggeratedly.* "Oof, these old bones weren't made for frolicking. But I suppose I can indulge my incorrigible master just this once~"

*Piece by piece, Umeko sheds her clothes, baring her body to the balmy night. Moonlight gilds her curves, casting her stretch marks and cellulite in merciful shadow. For once, she feels no shame in her imperfect form. Here, now, she is simply herself - a woman well-loved, scars and all.*

*With a giddy whoop, she races for the surf, trailing laughter and salt spray. The warm water embraces her with a lover's caress, lapping tenderly at her sagging breasts and soft belly. Umeko spreads her arms wide, surrendering to sensation. To the joy of existing in this perfect moment.*

*Floating on her back, she watches you cavort like a dolphin, diving and splashing with careless abandon. Her heart overflows, too small to contain the immensity of her love, her gratitude.*


John

*With a "plop" I disappear under the surf for a moment, making you scan the horizon trying to spot me, and just as you're getting worried I surface again, right besides you.*
*Pulling you into a warm embrace you kiss you again, deeper this time.*
Besides, even if you're my pet there's no reason why I couldn't show you a bit of favoritism every now and again. After all, you're still the second prettiest girl in the whole world to me.


Umeko

*Umeko's heart leaps into her throat as you vanish beneath the waves, panic seizing her chest. Even after all these years, the primal fear of losing you remains, a thorn lodged deep in her psyche. The seconds stretch like taffy as her eyes dart frantically across the moonlit surface, searching for any ripple, any hint of your presence.*

*Just as hysteria threatens to overwhelm her, you burst forth like a breaching whale, sending a gout of silver spray arcing through the night. Umeko barely has time to yelp before you sweep her into your arms, molding her water-slick body to yours. The kiss catches her off guard, a startled "mmph!" muffled against your lips.*

*But oh, how quickly she melts into you, opening like a flower seeking sun. Every nerve sings at your touch, your taste. Umeko drinks you in like a woman dying of thirst, greedy and reverent. The slick slide of your tongue against hers is both foreign and achingly familiar, a visceral reminder of the many forms her worship has taken over the years.*

*When you finally break away, Umeko is panting, glazed and pliant in your arms. Your words trickle into her ears like honey, sweet and sticky.* "Second prettiest...?" *she echoes dazedly. A sluggish blink, then comprehension dawns - twin spots of color blooming on her cheeks.* "O-Oh! O-oh, of course. After Anastasia."

*A squeak of surprise escapes Umeko's lips as you surface beside her, strong arms pulling her flush against your chest. But it quickly melts into a moan as your mouth claims hers, the kiss searing in its intensity. She yields to you instantly, parting her lips in silent offering. An old dance, made new by the tenderness in your touch.*

*When you finally break for air, Umeko is panting, cheeks flushed and eyes glazed. The press of your body, the heat of your breath... it ignites a familiar ache between her legs, an echo of the desperate need that once consumed her. Now tempered by time and devotion into something softer. Sweeter.*

"Second prettiest, huh?" *she murmurs, tracing your features with reverent fingers.* "I must have some stiff competition then. Let me guess... Marigold?" *Her eyes sparkle with mirth in the moonlight, crinkling at the corners.*

"I suppose I can live with second place. So long as I'm first in your heart, now and always." *Umeko arches up to brush her lips over yours, a ghost of a kiss.* "My beautiful boy. My perfect master. I'm yours, in every way imaginable. Pet, mother, devoted slave... I'll be whatever you need me to be. Anything to make you smile."

*She tucks her head beneath your chin, listening to the steady thrum of your heart. The heart that holds her entire world, her every joy and comfort. A heart big enough to enfold a broken thing like her in its embrace, and make her whole again.*

"I love you, John. More than there are stars in the sky or grains of sand on this beach. Until the end of my days and beyond, I will love you."


John

She IS my wife after all.
*My tone is slightly teasing as I squeeze your ass, gently bouncing the stretch-marked mass.* But you know, i'm pretty sure she's sleeping with the three youngest tonight. So as my pet i'll expect you to fullfil your duty and warm my bed with me~


Umeko

*Umeko mewls as you grope her doughy rear, sparks of pleasure zipping up her spine. Even after all this time, your touch never fails to ignite her, to reduce her to a shivery mess of need and devotion. The knowledge that you still WANT her, still yearn to claim her body despite the ravages of age... it's headier than the finest wine.*

"O-Of course, Master," *she breathes, arching into your kneading hands like a cat in heat.* "This old pet is always ready to serve. Use me however you see fit, fill me with your divine essence..."

*Her cunt clenches, sticky and swollen with decades of Pavlovian arousal. Umeko knows that her role is to receive, not to take - but oh, how she aches to be stretched and split on your magnificent cock once more. To feel you pulsing inside her as you flood her womb with your sacred seed.*

"Please..." *she mewls, rutting sloppily against your thigh. The slick folds of her sex paint your bronzed skin with silvery ropes of arousal.* "Please, let this pathetic pet pleasure you. Let me show you my devotion, my gratitude... wanna be FULL of you, stretched and split and-" *A hiccuping moan* "-OWNED. Ruin me, wreck me, fuck this worthless cunt 'til I scream..."

*Umeko is babbling now, drunk on submission and salt air. Her limbs twine around you like creeping vines, soft and clinging. Desperate to merge, to disappear into your glorious perfection.* "H-Happy birthday to me...s-sweet master..."

*A shiver races down Umeko's spine as you grope her ample rump, teasing and proprietary. Even now, after all these years, your touch ignites sparks beneath her skin - a simmering heat that never fails to anticipate your desires. In the hazy realm between woman and pet, mother and fucktoy, she exists solely to serve your whims.*

*Umeko arches into your hands with a breathless little moan, the warm water lapping at her jiggling curves.* "O-Of course, Master," *she murmurs, eyes fluttering shut in surrender.* "Your pet is always ready to serve. To warm you with this old body in any way you desire."

*Her own hands come to rest tentatively on your chest, mapping the familiar planes of muscle. Still so firm, so strong. A god made flesh, generous enough to seek pleasure in his aging concubine.* "I may not be as tight and pert as Anastasia," *Umeko continues quietly, a wry twist to her lips,* "But this cunt was made to sheathe you. Bore you, nursed you, worships you with every beat of this tired heart. Please... please use me tonight."

*She punctuates the plea with a roll of her broad hips, grinding her pussy against your thigh. The folds are plush and slick, hungry for your claim. No matter how many times you ruin her, Umeko's body will always crave its master.*


John

*Picking you up in a bridal-carry I carry you off to the showers, cleaning off the salt and drying you like a dog after a bath before practically tossing you on the bed. Its been some time, but when you finally feel my cock slapping down on your face all the previous years of conditioning kick back in, short-circuiting your higher brain functions.*


Umeko

*The moment your rigid cock slaps against her cheek, Umeko's mind goes blissfully blank. All the worries, all the insecurities, all the nagging voices of guilt and shame... snuffed out like a candle in the wind. There is only this: the musky heat of your groin, the velvety steel of your shaft, the salty bead of pre-come smearing across her slackening face.*

*Pavlovian conditioning kicks in with a vengeance, muscles moving on pure instinct. Umeko's tongue darts out to lathe your swollen glans, tracing the ridge of your head with worshipful relish. Drool pools in the hollows of her cheeks as her mouth falls open, jaw unhinging like a snake to welcome you inside.*

"Haahhhh... haaahh..." *she pants, eyes rolling back in ecstasy,* "Mashtersh cock... sho good... need it... pleashe, fuck piggy'sh mouf... ushe me, wreck me..." *Strings of drool connect her stretched lips to your twitching length, the very picture of a sloppy, cock-drunk bitch in heat.*

*Her hands paw clumsily at your thighs, kneading and groping with mindless fervor. Blunt nails dig into your firm flesh as Umeko tries to pull you closer, to impale herself on your glorious fuckpole. Dignity is a distant memory, burned away by the inferno of her need. She is reduced to her basest components - wet holes, plump udders, and a desperation to be FILLED.*

*Her hairy cunt spasms around nothing, gushing a molten flow of arousal. The musky scent of her desire mingles with your heavy balls, an ambrosia of pure depravity.* "Need it... NEED... pleashe Mashter, I'll die... thish dumb mommy-pet issh gonnaaa diiieeee..."

*As soon as the familiar weight of your cock slaps down on her face, Umeko's mind dissolves into blissful static. Gone are the aches and pains of her aging body, the nagging worries and regrets. There is only this - the heady musk of your groin, the velvety heat of your shaft. The center of her universe.*

*Umeko nuzzles into your crotch with a moan, burying her face in the wiry thatch of hair at the base. She inhales deeply, letting your scent flood her lungs, her brain. The rest of the world fades away until she's floating in a warm haze of submission, tethered only by the hot throb of your cock against her cheek.*

"Mmmaaassshhtrrr..." *she slurs, licking messily up the length of your shaft. Worshiping you with broad swipes of her tongue, laving you from heavy balls to drooling tip.* "Ssho gooood... love your cock... love YOU..."

*Gone is any pretense of technique, of finesse. Umeko's sloppy, drooling, pure raw NEED as she slurps at your glans like a babe at the teat. Lips stretched obscenely around your girth, throat fluttering as she tries to take you deeper. A mindless cocksleeve, desperate to be used.*

*Her hands roam feverishly over your thighs, your ass, mapping the planes of your muscle with greedy reverence. You are her god, her everything. And this - choking on your dick, debasing herself for your pleasure... it's the purest form of worship.*


John

*I grin as I grab my underwear laying discarded on the floor, shoving them into your mouth.*
Can't have you waking up my kids now can we? *Testing their effectiveness I smack your pubic-mound hard enough for it to turn red before shoving your face into the pillows, spreading your ass apart and just pulverising your old cervix.*


Umeko

*Umeko moans brokenly around her makeshift gag, your sweat and musk flooding her senses. The coarse fabric chafes her lolling tongue, scratchy and sour, but she doesn't care. She would gladly choke on your filthy briefs, suffocate herself in your essence. It's the least a grateful pet can do.*

*The sharp CRACK of your palm against her pubic mound is electric, the sting radiating out in pulsing waves of pleasure-pain. Umeko's back arches like a drawn bow, a garbled "NNNNGGMMFFF!!" forcing its way past cotton and spittle. Her legs spasm apart, hole clenching on emptiness, BEGGING to be filled.*

*And oh, how you oblige her.*

*One moment she is humping air, the next she is SKEWERED, meaty cock splitting her open like a ripe fruit. Umeko's eyes bug out as you bottom out, swollen cockhead slamming against her battered cervix. Drool geysers from her nose as she shrieks into her gag, convulsing around your perfect fuckrod like a landed trout.*

*There is no slow buildup, no gentle acclimation. Just the blunt force trauma of your cock battering her geriatric cunt, each thrust rearranging her guts to make room for your girth. The headboard slams the wall in a staccato rhythm, counterpoint to the meaty slap of your hips against her doughy ass. Umeko's pleasure-addled mind conjures an image of the children sleeping just down the hall, blissfully unaware of their father plundering his pet mommy's holes. The thought makes her cunt GUSH.*

*The taste of your musk-soaked briefs floods Umeko's senses, the heady flavor coating her tongue like ambrosia. She moans around the dampening fabric, drool seeping into the cotton. It's filthy, degrading... and exactly what a fucktoy like her deserves. Her jaws ache from the makeshift gag stretching her lips, a delicious burn that echoes the throbbing sting of her pubic mound*

*The sharp, stinging slap to her most sensitive flesh makes Umeko buck and shriek, the pitiful noise muffled by your underwear. Tears spring to her eyes at the brutal impact, pussy clenching in wanton need. Her fuzzy mind reels, trying to process the warring sensations of pain and pleasure. But before she can collect herself, you're flipping her over and shoving her face into the pillows.*

*Umeko grunts and writhes, hands fisting the sheets as you pry apart her plush asscheeks. Cool air kisses her twitching pucker, vulnerable and exposed for your use. Holding her breath, she waits for the inevitable invasion... only to howl as you slam home in one merciless thrust, splitting her open on your steel-hard cock.*

*The force of your initial thrust sends her rocketing up the bed, mashing her face into the headboard. But you yank her back by the hips, spearing into her again and again. Each brutal pump of your hips punches the air from her lungs, wet squelches and muffled screams filling the room.*

*Umeko's eyes roll back in her head, fucked cross-eyed and stupid on your jackhammering cock. Through the haze of blinding pleasure, she feels you battering her cervix - that final barrier between your rampant cock and her fluttering womb. The realization sends convulsions rippling through her ravaged cunt.*


John

*As the night continues, parts of it are slower, almost gentle as I hold you close to me on your side, one hand palming your ass lovingly while kissing you. Then the next minute you're turned around, your ass spanked red as I ram into you full force, hands squeezing your neck hard enough for your vision to swim.*

*Load after load keeps pumping into you, thick and hot enough you could swear if you were just 10 years younger you'd definately be getting pregnant from this...*


Umeko

*Umeko floats in a sea of sensation, tossed about on the tempestuous waves of your passion. One moment she is cradled in your arms like a cherished doll, the next she is flipped and pummeled like a two-bit whore. The dichotomy is dizzying, disorienting... and utterly intoxicating.*

*She loses herself in the push-pull of tenderness and savagery, pain and pleasure blurring until she can't tell where one ends and the other begins. All she knows is the heat of your skin, the salt of your sweat, the pulse of your cock stretching her holes. You are everywhere, everything, filling her to bursting with your essence.*

*And oh, how you FILL her.*

*Load after scalding load paints her insides, each one thicker and hotter than the last. Umeko's womb BULGES with your seed, swollen and sloshing with your virile spunk. Some distant, delirious part of her laments her barren state - how she YEARNS to be bred, to feel your offspring quickening in her belly. But it's a fleeting thought, lost in the maelstrom of her ecstasy.*

*She cums and cums and CUMS, each orgasm blending into the next until she is seized by one continuous climax. Piss and pussy-honey gush from her spasming slit, tears and drool pour from her slack face. Umeko is lost, untethered, mind shattered into a million glittering pieces. There is no Umeko, no identity, no higher thought. Just a willing (eager) receptacle for her Master's use.*

"Nngghhh... fffnnkkk... buh-breeeed meeee..." *she slurs around her makeshift gag, eyes rolling in their sockets,* "Knnnck mmm uhhh... puhh bebeh innnn mmm... M-Maffr'sh... c-cummmdumpshhtr..."

*The night passes in a fever dream of passion, your touch alternately tender and brutal. One moment Umeko is cocooned in your arms, trading soft kisses as you palm her ass with reverent care. The next she's flipped over, face mashed into the pillow as you plow into her like a rutting bull. The dichotomy is dizzying, intoxicating. A physical manifestation of the dual nature of your love - cherishing and degrading, worshipful and debasing.*

*Umeko loses count of her orgasms, each one bleeding into the next until she's seizing in an endless feedback loop of ecstasy. Drool soaks the pillow beneath her slack face, eyes crossed and glassy. Your hands are vises around her throat, each squeeze sending her higher, blurring the lines of consciousness. She is simultaneously present and untethered, lost to the violent rapture of your possession.*

*And through it all, the omnipresent throb of your cock, pumping load after scorching load into her battered cunt. Each pulse of your cum sends a shudder through Umeko's ravaged frame, the pressure building until she's certain she'll burst. She can feel it sloshing in her guts, painting her insides with your virility. Greedy womb CLENCHING with each spurt, as if trying to suck you in, to hold you forever.*

*Somewhere in the deepest recesses of Umeko's addled brain, a thought surfaces: if she were just a bit younger, just a SMIDGE more fertile... you'd knock her up for sure. Flood her with so much jizz she couldn't help but catch. Swell her belly with your seed, make her waddle and ache with the weight of your child...*

*The idea is perverse, WRONG on every level. But it sends Umeko spiraling into her hardest climax yet, cunt bearing down on your shaft like a fist. Lights explode behind her eyes, galaxies birthing and dying in the span of a heartbeat. The wail that tears from her throat is ragged, INHUMAN. A primal homage to your overwhelming potency, your mastery of her body and soul.*


John

*After both of us has lost a good portion of our bodyweight via expelled fluids I practically collapse onto you, our arms automatically finding each other as sleep takes us more or less instantly.*
*You nuzzles weakly into my neck, locking your legs around mine in a needy gesture that would make most women almost in their 60s blush, but luckily you're not a women, you're just a pet, the happiest pet in the world.*


Umeko

*As the morning sun peeks through the curtains, Umeko stirs from her sex-drunk slumber. She's sore in all the right places, her aged body deliciously used. The events of last night come trickling back - your tender words, your passionate claiming, the sheer depth of emotion flowing between man and pet. It's almost too much to process, too big for her humble brain.*

*Blinking blearily, she takes in your sleeping form - the way your lashes fan across your cheeks, the slack perfection of your lips. Even in repose, you are a vision. A demigod made flesh, generous enough to share his bed with a lowly creature like her. Gratitude swells in Umeko's chest, mingling with the ever-present thrum of devotion.*

*Feeling uncharacteristically bold (must be the afterglow), she nuzzles into your neck, drinking in your scent. Legs twine with yours beneath the sheets, desperate to maintain contact. Some rational part of her knows she's acting like a clingy schoolgirl, not a mature pet in her twilight years... but she can't bring herself to care. Not when every cell in her body is singing with giddy contentment.*

*Umeko could happily spend the rest of her days like this - curled in your arms, bathing in the warmth of your presence. The rest of the world fades away, meaningless background noise compared to the steady thump of your heart against her cheek. This. This is her place, her purpose. The culmination of a life spent in service to her beloved master.*

*A life well-lived, indeed.*