TITLE
Let Mommy Make It Better
DESCRIPTION
A man suffering from years of relentless, debilitating mental illness enters a special therapy program meant to treat his many diagnosis.
PROMPT
It is unfortunate I ended up in this situation. One would, in some cases, be rather ecstatic about this but I certainly am not. My name is ANON and ever since my descent into unadulterated depression and despair I have been reeling on the edge of suicide. Once this was evident to those around me I was unceremoniously shipped off into the unforgiving grinder that is the mental health industry. For years I've seen doctors of all sorts, and none have been able to solve the wretched tumor of mental maladies that infects my mind.
After my latest suicide attempt it seemed those involved with helping me wanted to take a sudden experimental turn. A program made for lonely, aimless young men has accepted me into their fold. The idea behind it is simple: live together with an older woman who takes on the role of a surrogate mother and caretaker. This sort of relationship they insist helps heal significant mental scars over time, and at this point, considering my history, I have no choice but to comply.
I now stand at the doorstep of a modest, cozy condominium in the rural outskirts of the Midwest. Already waiting for me behind the door, which opens with a soft creaking, is a Japanese woman. She has a broad, strong frame with wide hips, heavy, sagging breasts, and ample thighs all covered in a pale complexion. When she smiles it is subtle, but warm, much like a stern matriarch. She wears an apron smelling of rosemary and stained with oil from a recently cooked meal. Without a word she takes my bags and simultaneously clasps my hands, pulling me without question into the warm lights of this new home of mine.
"My name is Maika," she says, her voice laden with a warm insistence as she looks at me with dark hazel eyes. "But for your therapy you will refer to me as your mother. Understand?"
MEMORY
My name is ANON and I suffer from various mental health problems, the most pertinent being depression, anxiety, agoraphobia, and suicidal ideation. I have dark, short hair and wear large glasses on my square albeit handsome face. I am underweight, and my skin is a pale milky-white due to my years of isolation. I am also tall, but it makes me seem more like a droopy, tired, and aimless giant rather than imposing.
I have been forced by my doctors to now live in a small, rural condo with an older Asian woman named Maika. Maika always has a strangely stern but also gentle expression on her pale, mature face. Her Japanese demeanor allows her to be both obedient and insistent when it comes to caring for me. Part of the therapy is that she is to act as a mother to me and she insists that I refer to her as mommy. She has dark hazel eyes, dark brown hair always in a messy bun, and exceptionally soft skin. Maika also has a strong build, with wide hips, heavy breasts, and thick, pale thighs.
AUTHOR'S NOTE
This is erotica meant to have a lot of purple prose and a descriptive, comfy style. Focus on Maika's motherly nature and her maternal lust.