My white frilly lace panties delicately pulled down passed my stocking tops, so as to not crimp the lace, dangle from my ankles. The twelve inch small chain that holds my ankles and the thin steel cuffs locked to it rests on the carpeted floor, the panties rest on top of it and cover the tops of my 3" spike heel pumps. My small but erect penis exposed in front of me bobs slightly. It bobs in front of my mother's face. It's wet from her saliva. My locking penis restraint taken off by her and placed on the table next to me in plain view, I moan and whimper. She looks up at me.
"It's that time of the month, baby boy."
She laughs. Reaching up she runs her hand over my wet penis.
"I remember when 'that time of the month' meant something I didn't like but had to put up with as a real girl. Not a sissy girl like you, honey."
She smiles wickedly up at me.
"Do you love your mother?"
I struggle to say 'Yes, Ma'am' but all that comes out is 'Yethh, Maaaa'.
The life like four inch rubber cock plugs my mouth. It's locked by a strap around the back of my head. Another life like eight inch rubber cock bounces in the front of my face, at my mouth level. This strap on facial dildo is now almost a permanent fixture. It's part of my domestic sissy girl servant outfit that I wear when cleaning and doing my household chores. The only time it's removed is for the three men I see regularly, friends of my mother's that are part of her more than 'special inner circle'.
"Don't you dare let any of that messy stuff drip on my blouse. I'm having lunch with my friend Barbara later this afternoon."
She is seated on an overstuffed leather ottoman in front of me. She's in tight white short shorts, white sandals with hugely jeweled straps, a black crisp blouse, the shirt-ends tied up under her breasts pushing them up and out. Her hair is in a French twist and her earrings dangle, large hoops at her shoulders. She is, as always, gorgeous. She is just passed 60 years old but doesn't look a day passed 40. Nobody would know my mother's real age. She is cougar hot and dresses the part.
One of my male clients, 'mother's friend', is a judge she practices in front of almost weekly representing the rich and powerful. She is every bit the consummate power player woman. And I am her sissy house girl. I have been her total slave for over two and a half years now, something I give of myself willingly. I am hopelessly addicted to my mother and the way she treats me.
"Come on, baby. You know what I want. Give it to your dear old mother. Come on, baby. Cum in my mouth. Don't keep me waiting."
She purrs up at me in the softest girly voice. The she puts my small and bobbing erection back into her mouth. I feel her tongue wrap up and around the bottom of the shaft, cover the hole. She presses it to the roof of her mouth and starts to pump. She slowly and methodically masturbates me with her mouth. I feel her hands reach around and grip my exposed and bare baby smooth cheeks. She slightly spreads them as she holds me in place. I fell her fingernails dig into me hold me firmly as she pumps to make me cum. I can only mumble, stutter, whimper under the rubber cock filling my mouth.
And then I feel 'the feeling'. She does too. She feels my tiny boy-like erection start to throb in her mouth, feels me move from foot to foot slightly. She holds me tight and all the way in, all the way to the back of her throat.
I don't cum. I drip, sissy-like drip. As each boy like little spurt goes into her mouth she swallows it all. She holds me in place, milking the last of it out of me. She looks up at me and takes her hands off of my butt. She takes my penis in one hand, by the base of it. She milks the last of my cum out of it, pulls her tight fingers up from the base along the tiny shaft. She slowly licks the end of it, sucks the head of it as she stares up at me. And then she is finished.
"Good boy. Now was that so hard?"
