Chapter 3 - hello and goodbye

It had been a long afternoon of moving Tom’s boxes in. The handsome boy had even roped his mom into helping. Tamara rolled her eyes when she saw it all. Half of it he'd never even use; all those clothes and the exercise equipment; who was he kidding?

“Now, you make sure that you take very good care of my Thomas!” Tom's mother stated cautiously to Tamara. She could tell that the older woman wasn’t all that keen on her already; probably because of the age gap. She had pictured someone a little different for her handsome prince, no doubt.

“Don’t worry,” Tamara smiled back sweetly, reaching an arm around Tom’s tiny waist. “Thomas is going to be well looked after!”

Allowed Tom to go forwards and hug his mom goodbye one final time, the door was then shut and they were alone at last.

“Oh, yes! I’m going to take very good care of your handsome boy!” Tamara chuckled, speaking to the door, as if Tom’s mother was still there with them. Slowly, she turned and began unbuttoning the guy’s jeans and slipped them down to reveal the instant erection. “But he’s MY boy now, not yours! And I’ll do what I like with him…”

“And there’s no-one here to stop you!” Tom threw in excitedly, having his shirt lifted over his head and his underwear lowered to the floor.

“There’s no-one to save you,” Tamara agreed; now looking at her horny and naked boyfriend’s slim physique. This was where it would all begin. “Tell me what you are,” she ordered, sweetly rubbing the twenty-two year old’s pert glutes.

“I’m your greedy, disgusting pig!” Tom replied; already trained.

“That’s right,” Tamara nodded, keeping her face straight, not giving away her sheer delight and excitement. She guided the good-looking young man into the bedroom where there was a full-length mirror. “Wave goodbye," she commanded. “This is the last time you will ever see yourself like this.” Then, placing her hands around Tom’s tiny waist, Tamara spun the boy slowly so that she could see a full view of his current body. “Bye-bye abs,” she began mockingly waving at Tom’s flat middle.

“Bye-bye abs,” Tom parroted obediently, even waving like Tamara was modelling for him.

“Bye-bye cute little butt,” Tamara went on, turning Tom so that he could have the best view of his slender ass in the mirror. She couldn’t resist giving it a light slap when she saw it; the skin there always went red so quickly, she thought, giggling to herself.

“Bye-bye cute little butt,” Tom waved again.

They continued for some time. Tom was made to say goodbye to everything: his toned arms, his handsome face; even his own penis, as that too would slowly retreat into fat with enough time.

The whole pantomime might have seemed like an extravagant use of her time, but it had worked well, with the guy’s hard-on pulsing with veins.

The boy was ready to begin.