It was a week after the disturbance at the boys' dorms that Fawlorne was called to the headmistress office. She suspected it concerned Jude and the strange circumstances of his hospitalisation.

The school administration had refused to comment on the incident, which made rumours run rampant. Many believed Ida had turned violent on Jude. It would explain why he'd been hospitalised for so long. Others thought he'd gone sick and nothing more, but some went as far as to suggest she'd forcefully binded him. Fawlorne scoffed at such rumours, forceful bindings was a thing of the past.

She was shocked when Meredith revealed it was true, that Ida had tried to bind him and if it wasn't for the swift action of Chris she would've succeeded. Fawlorne understood by the tone of Meredith's voice and the hesitant way she spoke of it that the damage to Jude was extensive.

"So you see," Meredith went on, "he will need all the support we can give him and that's why I've called you here today. It's my belief that it would be best if it comes from someone he trusts."

Meredith explained Jude's current condition. While his wounds had begun to heal, his body rejected nutrition and he lost weight at an alarming rate. If something wasn't done his condition might become life threatening.

Fawlorne was horrified, it was much worse than she'd imagined and she accepted to help without hesitation. That's my she snuck around under the cover of night after the entire school had gone to sleep. She arrived at the infirmary and went straight to Jude's room. Chris stood on guard outside, she nodded to her and unlocked the door to let her in. Fawlorne covered her mouth when she saw him.

Even after resting for a full week his wounds had not healed. The swelling had gone down but his face was still discolored from the bruises. He was sleeping and a light shiver ran through his body each time he inhaled. She sat down at the chair next to the bed. She wanted to caress his cheek but remembered Meredith told her he'd developed an aversion to touch. When Nurse Nina needed to apply a soothing balm on his wounds he'd tremble so violently they were forced to constrain him.

"Jude, are you awake?" she whispered.

He didn't move except for the shivers.

"Jude" she repeated several times before he stirred.

"Mrs Fawlorne?" His voice was weak and hoarse.

"Hey there."

"Mrs Fawlorne, what are you doing here?"

"Oh, I was just thinking I should check up on how you were doing."

His lips trembled and he looked away, unable to meet her gaze. His pitiful state ached her heart, she couldn't fathom how someone could be so cruel to such a sweet boy as Jude. A tear trickled down his cheek and she felt a need to cry as well but steeled herself. This wasn't the time for tears, she needed to be strong for him. How else could she expect him to be with everything he'd gone through. She moved the chair closer so that her breasts touched the side of the bed. Jude seemed to get nervous about it but didn't shy away.

"May I hold your hand?" She asked.

He hesitated at first but then held out his hand from underneath the blanket. She noted the bruises around the wrist and softly enclosed hers around his.

Nurse Nina and Meredith believed he suffered from a condition called PTCS, Post Traumatic Cock Syndrome. It was a syndrome males developed after being subjected to forced bindings or maltreatment from their mistresses. It caused them to lose their interactive abilities and revert into themselves. In severe cases it might render them mute and unable to take individual action. It was also common for them to develop a phobia of cocks. She moved her hand to caress his head, he flinched but let her proceed. It was important to move slow when advancing on a male who suffered from PTCS.

After half an hour of soft caressing he calmed to her touch, this was probably due to the trust they'd developed through the years and the same reason why he would let her touch him at all. Another shiver ran through his shoulders and down his arms.

"Are you cold, would you like me to warm you?"

He looked at her with wide eyes.

"Um, okay."

She smiled, raised the blanket and laid down next to him. She moved slow and avoided sudden motions. He kept a few inches of space between them at first but as time passed, he slowly inched closer and leaned his head against her chest.

"Say Jude, you're an orphan, right?" She asked.

She was loathe to remind him but she could not see any other way to achieve what needed to be done.

"Uh-huh."

"Poor boy, It must have been tough on you. I can't begin to imagine the horrors you've gone through."

There was a faint sob from Jude and he squeezed himself tightly to her. She wrapped her arms around him and let him cry into her chest.

"There now, there now, it's going to be alright," She said and patted his head.

After a while his sobbing receded and his grip on her eased. Fawlorne dried his tears with the sleeve of her gown.

"If you'd like I could be your mother."

He looked at her with his deep, blue eyes.

"You? Be my mother?"

"Yes, I wouldn't mind being the mother to a beautiful boy such as you."

He looked bewildered.

"It's okay if you don't want to"

"No, I want to!" He blurted out.

"Okay, then call me mommy."

"M-m-mommy."

"That's a good boy," she hugged him softly, ever so gently to her chest.

"Mommy," he hummed and relaxed.

She held him close and spoke, "Jude?"

"Yes?"

"Did you ever suckle as a child?"

"No, my mother had a condition which made her unable to produce milk so I would always have artificial."

"That's no good! It's said that boys who never got to breastfeed can develop insecurity as adults. Breastmilk and suckling helps boys in their emotional growth and those who never got to suckle often struggle with their confidence."

Jude thought about it. He was one of the top students in school and all the teachers hailed him as a good boy, though he never felt like one. Could this be the reason? It seemed plausible, and it was coming from Fawlorne so it must be true.

"Would you like to try it?"

His breath got caught in his lungs. He noticed the outline of her breasts underneath her nightgown, big and ample. Much bigger than the average futa. Her chest heaved as she breathed, giving a little shudder to them.

"Is that okay? I mean you're my teacher."

"Don't worry, tonight I'll be your mother and it's a mother's duty to feed her children."

Fawlorne unbuttoned the top of her gown, brought out her breasts and let them flow onto the bedding. Jude looked at them in amazement. Each breast was almost twice the size of his head. She held her right breast up to his lips and nudged for him to take it.

Presented with the tit of his favourite teacher he couldn't resist, he was unsure how to proceed though.

"Open your mouth and close your lips around the nipple. Be careful, they're sensitive." Her breast gave off a tangible, flowery scent. Like the dust of spring flowers carried by the wind.

He did as instructed and suckled on her nipple. The flow of milk was slow at first but then came in a steady stream. It had a honey like taste, sweet and fragrant. Mrs Fawlorne felt it pour out of her. It was a pleasurable sensation and one which she'd not experienced in a long time. A droplet escaped Jude's mouth and she caught it on her finger to let him lick it off.

"Such a good boy," she said and then a tooth hit her nipple.

"Ow! Be careful Jude, or else you'll hurt your mommy."

He let go and looked up at her with apologetic eyes, "Sorry."

"It's okay" She said and guided him back to her tit. At first he was timid and hesitant but she was surprised by how quickly he picked up the technique, pouting his lips, enclosing the entire areola within his mouth and suckling steady streams of milk out of her. When the stream slowed, he fondled her nipple with his tongue and let it run around in circles.

He let go, took a deep breath, grabbed the breast with both hands, then buried his face in it and continued to suckle with renewed vigour.

She'd forgotten how good it felt to breastfeed. A thrill ran through her nipple all the way down to the tip of her toes and back into her cock, which grew to size and poked Jude in his belly. He let go of the tit and looked down in horror. Fawlorne was quick to react and pulled her gown over it then placed a pillow between them.

"Don't worry, it won't hurt you."

Reassured Jude buried his face in her breast and continued to suckle.

Soon his eyes drowsed and not before long he was sound asleep, his lips still around her nipple and a drop of milk clung to his chin as he snoozed. His lips pouting as if he was trying to suckle in his sleep. His body relaxed and the shivering stopped.

Futa breastmilk had calming characteristics on males and if enough was ingested it put them to sleep. She wiped his cheeks and chin, laid his head down on the pillow then eased out of the bed.

"Sweet dreams," She whispered and left the infirmary.

The following days Fawlorne visited Jude for a quick feeding each morning and every evening. It was a long time since she breastfed her own boys. Both of them now grown and happily married, one to a lawyer and the other to a doctor. She'd done well by them and they were both healthy and stable males.

Due to a condition of hers she never stopped producing milk, so her body soon became acclimated with Jude's growing appetite.

The spring term had ended and most of the boys left to spend their summers at home. She began spending her evenings with Jude in the infirmary, reading books for him, playing cards and board games and she even provided him with studying material and held a private test. He surprised her by acing it with only two days to study, though perhaps she shouldn't be.

With a steady diet of breastmilk Jude began to recover. First he regained the rosy color of his cheeks, then the bruises healed and he regained the weight he'd lost. Nina did a good job treating his wounds and there would be no scars to show. Fawlorne was glad he recovered so well after his ordeal but she worried about the mental effects.

She'd gone slow in trying to reintroduce futa cock to him. She removed the pillow between them first but he still kept his distance. Then she wore a pair of tighter pants so he could see the outline of her girth. After that she purposefully let it brush off his hand at times to test his reactions to it. He stayed calm. Eventually he began to show a healthy interest and each time he suckled he'd edge closer and closer until she could poke him with it. He wasn't scared but rather seemed to appreciate the attention. This was good, and she decided it was time for the last stage of his recovery.

They'd reintroduced normal food, but he was still on a diet of mostly breastmilk and it seemed as if he preferred it. Three weeks had passed since the incident and Mrs Fawlorne wanted to celebrate his recovery and brought a small cake.

"Happy recovery, Jude," She said and spoonfed it to him. She loved doting on him and was happy he smiled again. They played a board game and when the sun set, she got into bed with him and they watched a movie. It was a romantic adventure of a male shipwrecked on the Bongo Bongo islands in the Pacific. There he met a native futa who bound him to her and they fell in love and lived happily ever after, but not before a tribal futa chief tried to snatch him away. As the end titles ran down the screen he nudged closer to her. She knew what it meant, he was hungry.

"Could you stay with me tonight?" He asked.

It wasn't the first time he'd asked but until now she'd refused him, saying that she needed to get up early for work the following day. Today she had other plans.

"Okay," She said and smiled. Surprise shone on his face.

"Just let me change into something more comfortable."

She went into the bathroom and brought her bag. She'd prepared a pink, black laced gown held up by two thin shoulder straps. It was so short that when her cock stood erect her balls came into view. The thought of spending the night with Jude made it react and it was already throbbing hard. She took off her blouse, pants and underwear and slipped into the gown. Jude gasped when she came out of the bathroom. She didn't stop but casually strode forward and slipped under the blankets.

"Are you hungry?" She asked and he nodded in response. Usually she would hold her tit out for him but this time she kept her distance. Jude gulped, eyes set on the prize.

"Silly, you can't suckle from over there, come closer."

He edged closer.

"Closer," she said and he moved a little more.

"Closer."

The tip of her cock touched his belly, and she decided it was time to stop teasing and let him have the tit. He reached forward hungrily and closed his lips around the nipple, cheeks puffed as he suckled. Fawlorne poked his belly with her erect cock to test his reactions. He stayed calm and kept suckling her, eyes closed and humming in pleasure.

"Such a good boy, make sure to get lots of it. You deserve it," she said and stroked his cheek.

It was time for the second part of her plan. She faked a yawn and stretched her arms over her head. The gown rose and her cock slipped out and landed on Judes hip. He flinched but kept suckling on her breast.

"Jude, I think something slipped out."

He looked down at her cock and she flexed it.

"What do you think?" She asked.

"Um, it looks nice. It's very big."

"Does it scare you?"

He shook his head.

"Then would you like to touch it?"

Jude looked at her massive cock. Something within him stirred and his mouth opened as he licked his lips. He reached for it and touched the tip. It was different from Ida's cock. For one, it was much bigger, widening from the base until it reached the glans where it angled in again. Veins popped out from the side, pulsing blood. He grasped the shaft, it was so thick he could barely reach around with both hands.

"What soft hands you have Jude, you must really take care of them," She said.

His eyes fluttered and his cheeks blushed.

"I use a softening cream that gives long lasting effects and in the winter I switch to one that protects from the cold so they won't dry up."

The plan had always been to acclimate him to her cock in a situation where he felt safe.

"Do you think you think you could hold onto it a little longer? Your hands feel so good."

He felt anxious about touching her cock but it made him happy he could give her pleasure. This was his teacher, Mrs Fawlorne, and he trusted her implicitly.

She reached her teat out for him suckle and he closed his lips around without a thought. Before realising he'd began sliding his hands up and down her shaft.

Fawlorne breathed heavier and her breast pressed into him each time she inhaled.

Her cock was slightly larger than the average of ten inches and it gave off the same flowery scent as her breast though with a muskier tone.

"Good boy. You make your mommy so proud," She said, pushing his head into her breast for him to suckle.

Fawlorne thrust her hips forward to meet the jerking motions of his hands. She started slow and then increased the pace as to not alarm him. Warmth spread from her tit, throughout her body, down to her crotch, which burnt with pleasure. Even if she weren't looking she could see his hands around her cock.

"Oh Jude, it feels so good."

Her vision blurred and she had to force herself to not squeeze hard on his head. He increased his suckling pace and matched it to the jerking of her cock. Fawlorne thought she would go mad for a second and it took all of her concentration to say the things she needed to say.

"Jude, in a moment something is going to come out of mommy's cock. Don't worry, it won't hurt you and could even be good for you but you must not put it in your mouth."

He nodded that he understood. He had become proficient at handjobs and knew that when a futa was close to her limit, he should go as fast as possible. His arms felt tired, but he didn't slow down and instead increased the pace. Fawlorne could speak no longer and huffed and moaned loudly.

She met his hands with her thrusts and her cock poked at his belly. He didn't flinch or retract but edged even closer so that it ran along his soft skin. Then, with a loud gasp, she erupted. Spraying her warm seed over his belly and chest, one gust hit him underneath his chin and splattered around his neck.

After several big gusts she relaxed and put down her head on the pillow. He made sure to milk her of every last drop within her ballsack. Her eyes were unfocused and beady. Jude moved a hand to massage her balls and kept jerking her with the other. Cum still leaked from the top. He felt an urge to kiss it but refrained, remembering what his mommy told him earlier and instead stroked his index finger over the glans. Fawlorne regained her senses, blinking away the foginess within her mind.

"Jude, that was amazing. I had no idea you could give handjobs like that."

His chest brimmed with pride and he returned a smile.

"Mommy is so proud of you."

Her cock still twitched in his hands and then Fawlorne saw all the sperm covering his body. She ran her hand over his belly and chest, spreading it around.

"It's good for the skin," she explained.

It had been a while since she had sex but she couldn't remember the last time she came that hard. Her cock throbbed and she looked down in surprise to see that it was regaining its vigor. Again? She just came so hard that she nearly passed out and still her cock wanted more. She thought about it but decided to not continue, she'd reached her goal. He had given her a handjob of the ages and thoroughly enjoyed it. This was a big step forward for his recovery. Now it was time for the last part of her plan. To make him give himself up entirely.

"You can let go of it now," She said, and he did so with reluctance.

"You made mommy feel good so now it's time for her to make you feel good."

His eyes widened.

"After all, a boy's health is his mother's responsibility."

This was true. While Jude had never known much of a mothers love, because his mother passed away when he was only seven and all he got in the orphanage was the daily spankings from the Matron Mother, it was well known that a boy's health was his mother's responsibility and then his mistress.

Fawlorne grabbed him under the armpits and hoisted him up against the bedpost. She leaned her breasts over his lap, grabbed the hem of his pants and pulled them off. Jude erect penis popped up between her breasts and she placed a hand over her mouth in feigned surprise.

"Oh my, what do we have here?"

It was about four inches long. Futas didn't care for the size of a males penis but were more concerned with the refinement of its looks, the curve, size of the glans and healthiness of their balls. With seductive eyes she looked at him and raised her big butt in the air, swaying it sideways.

"I-I'm sorry mom. I don't know why it won't go down."

"why are you apologising? It's a beautiful, cute penis. It's actually a good thing it's standing. Just like a futa cock it means it's happy to see me and that makes me glad."

she put a hand around his penis, covering it from top to bottom with only the glans sticking up. He moaned and put his arms up to cover his chest. She tugged gently at it, Jude looked so fragile and vulnerable but his body couldn't lie. Fawlorne wasted no time and lowered her head between her tits and put it in her mouth. It was so small that she could fit it all inside without even hitting the back. With the one hand she caressed his thigh and with other his balls. Then popped his ballsack in as well and sucked on the whole package, making slurping sounds.

He trembled and gave off cute little yelps. This was the pivotal moment and the one that would decide if Jude would be able to fully recover. She reached her hands up and touched his anus with the index finger. He tensed and got a horrified look. She released his penis and let it rest on her face.

"It's okay Jude, I won't hurt you."

He nodded in understanding. It irritated him that his body reacted in such a way to her touch and he worried she'd doubt his sincerity.

"Don't worry, Jude, mommy loves you," she said and worked her tongue on his penis and then put it all in once more. Her mouth was wet and warm and it felt as if she was eating him up. Judes hip gave an involuntary thrust forward.

"Im so sorry!" He said but Fawlorne smiled, dick still in her mouth, and cupped her hands around his buttocks and gave it a push.

"It's okay to thrust your penis inside mommy's mouth when she's sucking you off."

"T-thank you, if you'll excuse me then" He gave a short shove with his hips. He started slow and timidly, worried he'd offend her somehow but soon lost control and thrust back and forth with all his strength, which wasn't much and didn't even budge Fawlorne head. She reached up to his butthole again and slid in her middle finger. Jude moaned. She found the spot, pushing and caressing it, adding another finger and then pinched. He cried out in pleasure and arched his back.

"Mommy" he shouted "something's happening to me."

"It's okay Jude," she said, "Just relax and let it all out. Give it to mommy and let her have a taste of you."

He moaned and groaned in his cute little voice and his arms fell down on her head to push himself in as far possible. She increased the sucking pressure and her tongue worked his dick up and down inside her mouth. His asshole vibrated as she pushed her fingers in and out.

Jude let out a scream as his penis convulsed and sprayed sperm inside her mouth. It wasn't much, as expected of a male, but were as sweet as Jude. Fawlorne savoured the taste and let it flush around her mouth before she swallowed. Her fingers slowed and she kept his penis inside her mouth, sucking out every drop. Slowly she raised her head and let his limp cock slide out, it looked the very epiphany of drained. She pulled her fingers out of his asshole and crawled up to lie beside him. His chest heaved and there was no tension in his body.

"Thank you mom."

"You're welcome my boy." She pulled his head between her tits and let him rest. His eyes became beady, he blinked a couple of times then closed them. Soon thereafter he snored silently, using her tit as a pillow. Fawlorne smiled, It had been a success. Soon thereafter she folllowed him into the realm of dreams.