I make my way exhaustedly into the house. It's been a long day at college classes and things aren't getting much better for me below the belt. I stumble into the living room, dropping my bag as I do, and kicking my shoes off. That's when I see a woman waiting on the couch with her legs crossed staring directly at me.
She's Columbian, average height, not skinny but in decent shape with black hair running down her neck and behind her back with slight waves. Her green eyes glisten and her face beams with a smile. While attractive, she's aged some at almost 40. She wears a black, modest dress that flaunts a massive E cup cleavage.
"Well, you know the drill." She says in her deep accent. "Dress code."
Immediately, I do as I am told. I begin stripping the clothes off my lean, caucasian body. I throw my shirt over my blonde hair. I unbuckle my jeans and pull them down. I take my clothes and set them to the side. I then pull my socks off as well. I stand barefoot and almost nude on the other side of the couch in front of her.
"Wonderful." She gets up.
Slowly, she trots her nice frame over to me. Ever so carefully, she wraps her arms around me feeling them brush behind my back and her massive breasts squeezing warmly to my chest.
"How is my boy doing?" She murmurs seductively.
"Fine, Mommy." I almost stutter.
"Mmmm." She vocalizes.
She then reaches her head up and gently kisses my lips. It's a slow, quiet kiss but affectionate as I stand there waiting for instruction.
"You've been a good boy for Mommy." She mentions.
"Really?" I ask.
"I got your test scores in. 92 on micro economics. Good job." She hugs me.
"Thank you." I embrace her.
We then both let go. She runs her fingertips with her long, painted nails over my chest. She kisses me again and I enjoy feeling a little bit of her tongue this time.
"I suppose you deserve something special, tonight." She claims.
"Thank you, Mommy." I respond.
She then moves her head next to the side of mine and leans in.
"On the bed." She whispers and then kisses my ear.
I tremble and immediately walk through the living room and into the master bedroom. I get up on the bed and stretch out on it, laying on my back. I look from my side as Valentina makes her way over to me. I stare at her as she comes up to the side of the bed. She reaches her elegant legs over me and she straddles above me. I feel her pelvis sit on my thighs. I look at her with the candle lighting on each nightstand on either side.
I look up at her, admiring her charm and feminine beauty. She smiles and then glides her warm hands down the sides of my chest and stomach right to the edge of my boxers.
"My boy hasn't been lusting for girls, has he?" She asks.
I suddenly feel how contained I am in the cage. "No, Mommy."
"That's good." She whispers.
Suddenly, I feel these ASMR like tingles run down my back as she says this. Without saying anything else, she runs her hands down on the sides of my underwear and grabs them. She slides them off my legs and drops them on the side of the bed. I tilt my face up and Valentina finally sees what's bothering me.
My cock sits in the silicone chastity device. My balls are swollen and my cock is red and tender needing release. It's attempted to stay erect all day and hasn't gone down since this morning.
"Casey, are you okay?" She asks.
"No, Mommy. It hurts." I mention.
"Why didn't you tell me about this?" She questions.
"I wanted to be inside your pussy tonight and didn't want to be punished." I explain.
She sighs. "Son." She moves forward to where she lies on top of me. I squirm a little.
"This cage isn't to contain and deny you. It's to make sure you don't lust after those immature girls your age. Your cock belongs to Mommy, yes, but I always want to make love to my son." She affirms.
I nod in agreement.
"I know my sex drive is low which is why I'll release you when you need me to milk you." She continues and plants a kiss on my nose.
"But you use milkings as punishments." I counter.
She rises back in her sitting position on my legs with my chaste cock in her hands. "It's only when you break a rule I make milking you painful. I have the milking machine under the bed when you need a big load released and I put the vacuum on high just to overstimulate. I then use the estim box for a regular milking to make it more painful. Never would I use that on the regular."
"Thank you so much, Mommy." I add.
"I care about my big boy's penis and health. It's why I release you daily to clean you up in the shower and when you ask, I'll milk you any time by hand or prostate. My only demands are the no touch rule which is why I tie your arms and only release you from chastity when you're tied up. This is Mommy's penis. You know that. There's also the weekly prostate milking. Good boys need to have perfect reproductive health and that's why I use that funny massager in your butt. It massages a little gland in there that causes you to ejaculate so hard." She explains.
I nod.
Valentina rubs on my pelvis next to my tormented chastity cock.
"Well, we need to take care of this. Don't we?" She offers.
"Yes, Mommy, please." I beg.
"We will. Cuffs." She orders.
I turn a little and reach into the bedside drawer. I find the metallic links and hand them up to her. She opens them.
"Hands back." She demands.
I do as instructed. The cold links run between my hands and around the headboard. They click together and my arms are now useless ready for Mommy's disposal.
