The Goddess Mistress Lohan gazed down at the naked man, her son, as he knelt before her. His eyes were downcast, his head bowed in submission. She could feel the weight of his shame and embarrassment, and yet there was an undeniable arousal in the air. This was a scene that played out far too often in their family, and yet it seemed to be the only thing that brought them together.
"You see, my darling boy," she began softly, running a leather-gloved hand down the length of his spine. "Your father has been with me for many years now. And do you know how I keep him so obedient?" She leaned in close, her warm breath brushing against his ear. "I treat him like the dog he is," she whispered. "I feed him on the floor, just like you are about to do."
Her son swallowed hard, his throat dry. He knew exactly what was expected of him. With trembling hands, he approached the dish she had prepared for him. It was filled with a steaming mix of vegetables and meat, sloppily tossed together. His stomach churned at the sight of it, but he couldn't resist the powerful aphrodisiac that was his own submission.
Kneeling down on the floor, he lowered his head and began to eat from the dish. The warmth of the food contrasted sharply with the coldness of the tile beneath him. As he chewed, he could feel Mistress Lohan's gaze boring into him, watching his every move. He took his time, savoring the flavors that danced across his tongue.
Suddenly, he felt the gentle pressure of her foot against his back. She kicked him lightly, sending him sprawling forward onto his stomach. He felt her boot press against his buttocks, holding him in place. "That's it, my little puppy," she purred. "Eat your food like the good dog you are."
With each bite, he felt himself sinking deeper into his own depravity. He couldn't deny the rush of pleasure that coursed through his veins at the thought of being dominated by his own mother. He knew that this was a family tradition, one that had been passed down from generation to generation. And now, it was his turn to continue the legacy.
As he finished the last morsel of food, he looked up at Mistress Lohan, his eyes filled with tears. "Will you let me be with him, too?" he asked, his voice barely more than a whisper. "Can I be his little brother, serving you both?"
The Goddess Mistress Lohan smiled down at him, a cruel twist of her lips. "Of course, my dear," she said, running a gloved hand through his hair. "You are already mine. Now, let us begin your training."
