"Hey baby boy," I exclaimed as I ran into you at the pub. "What are you doing tonight?"
"You maybe," you answered in your matter-of-fact way, your look letting me know you approve of the pet name I came up with. It fits with the idea of your calling me 'mom'.
"Well finish off that drink and let's go then," I replied. Just seeing you in the bar made me wet. I couldn't wait to get you alone so we could have some fun.
You downed the last of your beer then announced, "Just let me hit the can and we're out of here."
I grabbed your hand and pulled you towards the door. "You can go when we get there." We jumped into the blazer and headed to "our spot." When we pulled up and parked I reached in the back and handed you a gift-wrapped package.
"Oh mom, what is this?" you asked surprised.
"It's just something for my baby boy. Open it!"
You ripped open the paper to find a box inside. When you had the box open you found a beautiful leather collar with metal spikes and a leash. Not knowing what to say you just took it out of the box and looked it over.
"Try it on," I commanded.
You took the collar and hooked it around your neck. It looked incredible. I reached over and took the leash, handing it to you. Without being told you hooked the leash to the collar.
"Now where does the other end of that leash go?" I asked, testing you. Without a word you handed it over to me.
"What a good little pet you are," I praised, and then leaned over to kiss you. "You look so good in your new toy." Our tongues danced as we enjoyed our kiss. I let my hand slide to your groin to find your cock swelling. I knew you still had to go so I let you loose saying, "We'd better let you pee before you get so hard you can't." I hooked the leash over the gearshift saying, "Stay." Walking around to your side I opened the door. "Good boy," I praised once again before kissing you. I removed your leash from the gearshift and led you out to the front of the blazer. "This looks like a good place to pee," I announced.
You undid your fly and reached in to get your cock out for business. I slapped your hand away and you looked at me questioningly as I explained. "Did I say you could touch that?"
"No."
I slapped the back of you head. "No what?" I demanded.
"No mom," you answered.