Pat was sitting in the kitchen one Saturday morning, drinking her coffee and enjoying a cigarette. Spring had finally arrived after a long and brutal winter. She was enjoying the spring breeze flowing through the windows when the phone rang. Pat got up from the kitchen table and picked up the phone.
"Hello."
"Hi Pat, its Deb."
"Good morning Deb, how are you this fine spring day."
Deb mustard up the courage to reply "Not bad, but I'm having a problem with Johnny and I though you could give me some advice. We are both single moms with teenage boys you know."
Pat took a drag of the smoke and replied "I know what you mean. Come on over, I have a fresh pot of coffee and we can discuss it."
"Thanks much Pat. You're the best." Deb said just before hanging up the phone. Deb grabbed her house keys, left through the front door, locked it and walked down the street in a few houses to Pat's place.
Deb walked up Pat's driveway to the back of the house and knocked on the screen door off the kitchen. Pat walked over and opened the door for Deb and greeted her with a big hug.
"Have a seat Deb while I'll get you a cup. Cream and lots of sugar, right?" asked Pat.
Deb replied "Yes." Taking a seat at the table.
Pat handed her the cup of coffee, took a seat across from Deb and asked "How can I help?"
Deb started to blush and her words started to trip of her tongue. "It's Johnny, he's being doing this thing a lot lately and I think it's started to consume him."
Pat looked at her and asked. "Is he doing drugs?"
"Oh heavens no, thank God." Deb replied with a firm voice.
"We'll that's a good thing these days."
"Yes it is," Deb added.
Deb started to get her composure and started to say "He's always playing with his thing."
Pat looked at her and said. "You mean his pecker?
Deb blushed and nodded a yes.
"I know what you're going through. I had the same problem with Billy. I would find his dried cum all over his bed and the final straw was finding a pair of my period panties in the laundry with his dried cum on them." Pat replied.
"You think Johnny is using my dirty panties to um...."
"Bet your ass he is Deb. I did some checking on line and found out the majority of eighteen year old boys play with their peckers three to four times a day and will sniff their mama's dirty panties to get off."
"Oh my God! He'sniffing my dirty panties and playing with his pecker?" Deb replied in a state of shock.
"What can I do about this?" Deb asked.
"I'll tell ya what I do. I milk Billy four times a day to keep his nasty pecker limp. He crossed the line using my dirty panties from my period to get off on." Pat told her.
Deb looked at her with a puzzled look and asked. "What do you mean milking him?"
Pat told her how she pushed two fingers up his ass and massages his prostrate to make him cum while his peck is limp.
"How did he take to you doing this?" Deb asked.
"Told him, either I was going to do it, or I'd take a strap to his ass anytime I noticed his pecker was hard."
"Oh my." Deb replied.
"Would you like to see how it's done?" Asked Pat.
"Um, sure,." Deb replied with a blush.
Pat yelled out for Billy to come to the kitchen.
Billy arrived in short and a t-shirt. "Yes Mom?"
"Billy, time for the bathroom, you get ready and Deb and I will be there in a few."
"Do you mean she's coming in?"
"Yes, young man. It seems her boy has the same filthy dirty habit of playing with his pecker too much and I'm going to show her how to fix it. Now get a move on, or I'll strap that worthless ass of yours for good."
"Yes Ma'am." Billy replied with a tremble in his voice.
Pat waited about five minutes just to make Billy squirm about this more. She looked at Deb and told her time it was time to milk the boy.
Deb followed Pat into the bathroom. She noticed Billy was only in his white boy briefs and saw a big crusty cum mark in the front of them. Pat reached into the cabinet and pulled out a disposable rubber glove and some lube.
"Ok boy, you know the drill. Pull them down in the back and lean over the toilet with your hands on the tank. Spread those legs nice and wide so mama can get into your ass really good. You give me any crap and I won't use the lube and your sorry ass will be sore for days to come. Understand?"
Billy nodded yes and he pulled the backside down below his ass and leaned over the toilet with his legs spread.
"Billy, tell the nice lady here when you last saw your pecker hard." Demanded Pat.
"Six months ago." Whimpered Billy.
"Tell her what is the most I've milked your worthless ass in a day?"
"That would be 8 times ma'am" Billy replied with a red face.
"Tell her why you have to wear boy undies when I milk you."
"To remind me how nasty and dirty my cum is to you."
Deb was watching this unfold in a somewhat surreal manner. She felt a damp spot forming in the crotch of her panties.
Pat put the glove on her right hand and spread some lube over Billy's tight brown hole.