Short Story: Leave All the Thinking to Mommy

Early on into our relationship, once she had become "Mommy," she started ordering for me at restaurants. She'd ask me what I wanted and then tell the server or cashier. She also paid close attention to the things I liked to eat and loved to make me food at home. I really loved that she did this. It made me feel so safe and submissive and made Mommy and me grow even closer.

There was one day, though, where I forgot to tell her what I wanted. We were talking, and I had gotten distracted. When the server arrived and I realized, I figured I would just order myself; it was no big deal. But, without skipping a beat, Mommy put in both her order and mine. It was exactly what I wanted too.

"I didn't tell you what I want," I said to her, a little confused.

She gave "the look," the smile that was somehow both incredibly sweet and completely condescending that sent me spiraling into subspace. "I knew what you'd want," she said, ruffling my hair.

My face turned a bright red as I nodded. It made sense. We'd been to this restaurant many times, and I was a creature of habit. She probably just had my order memorized.

However, the next time we went out, when I tried to tell her what I wanted, she cut me off. "Mommy already knows, baby. Don't you worry your pretty little head about it." And she did. She ordered exactly what I would have.

From then on, Mommy would order without even asking me, and she'd always get it right. She was never unsure and always ready when the server came. Her confidence and decisiveness was a quality I lacked, and she knew that. But she always reassured me about it. "That's what I'm hear for, baby. Mommy can make the decisions for you. No more thinking," she said, giving me a kiss on my forehead.

The real test came when we went out to a new restaurant. I browsed the menu, trying to figure out what I wanted, but I found it harder than I had before. I finally settled on something, but when I tried to tell Mommy, she just shook her head. "Mommy's got it, honey. You just look cute for me." As my cheeks flushed, I couldn't help but wonder why she wouldn't want me to tell her. This confusion only became more pronounced when she ordered something different than what I had decided upon.

Once the food came, it looked incredibly good and was just as delicious.

"Enjoying your food?" Mommy asked after a few bites.

I nodded. "It's so yummy! I was actually going to order something else, but I'm happy I got this."

"See? I told you. Mommy knows what you want, even better than you do. You can just rely on me, baby boy. Mommy will take care of you. No need to think when I'm here."

I felt myself sink into subspace. "Thank you, Mommy," I managed to eek out. She just smiled and ruffled my hair.

From that day on, Mommy decided all my meals. I never made decisions about what to eat. I barely even paid attention to what she ordered. Eventually, she started to take the menu away from me. "You don't need this, silly. Just pay attention to me instead." Servers at the restaurants we frequented even stopped bringing a second menu, only bringing one for Mommy to look at.

While I loved that she did this, I couldn't help but feel guilty. She had to do all this work while I just sat there and did nothing. It made me feel like a burden, like I was too needy. She noticed it one day when I was fidgeting as she looked through the menu. After a bit of push and pull, she finally teased it out of me.

"Um... you're sure it's okay that I don't order or look at the menu? I don't want you to have to do all that if you don't want to. I don't want to be a burden."

Her expression soften as I talked before she came around the table and pulled me into a hug. "Oh baby boy, you're not a burden at all." She let go of me and looked me in the eyes. "I love doing this. I love taking care of you like this. Mommy doesn't want you to have to order, to look through the menu, to think. Mommy knows her good boy has so much noise in his cute little head, so she wants to do anything she can do to ease that. Okay?" I gently nodded, and she smiled. "I love you, my cutie pie."

It still took a bit, and Mommy had to still reassure me from time to time, but I became more comfortable with our arrangement. It just became normal, and I loved how it made me feel.

A problem arose, though, one day I was out with the guys. We decided to go to a restaurant I never had been to before, and when I had to start looking through the menu, I started to panic. I hadn't even touched a menu in so long, never mind had to decide for myself. Mommy did all that. I could feel myself becoming more and more anxious as all my friends around me laughed and talked with each other. Eventually, I took out my phone, holding back tears, and texted Mommy about what was happening. She immediately responded, and after taking a few discrete pictures, she told me what to order. Relief washed over my body, though my voice was still a little shaky when I ordered. When I got my food, it was just what I would have wanted.

When I got home that night, I found Mommy laying in bed, waiting for me. Once I was cuddled up on her chest, I quietly said, "thank you for helping me tonight."

"Of course, baby boy. I'm sorry I couldn't be there for you."

"No, I'm sorry. I didn't want to be needy. I just... I... it was so..." Tears started to stream down my face.

"Oh honey," she said, holding my head as she gently rubbed my back. "It's okay. It's all okay. Mommy loves when you're needy, remember? Never, ever be sorry for needing Mommy. That's what I'm here for, my needy little boy. I love so much."

She continued to comfort me like this until the tears dried up and I finally drifted off to sleep. The last thing I can recall her saying was "leave all the thinking to Mommy." And from then on, I did.

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Thank you so much for reading this! This is my first time writing a story like this, so I hope you enjoyed. Any constructive criticism is welcomed.

Also, I intend this as a fantasy story, not necessarily reflective of reality or a real relationship. It's just meant to be a sweet story from someone who really likes the idea of Mommy being in charge of everything. Please don't take it overly seriously!