It has been about a week since my mom completely changed my life. I could not stop thinking about what happened that day, how she took control of the situation and helped me out.
It is about 3 PM and again it's just mom and myself in the house. I am laying in bed and watching TV when mom knocks softly on the door. Without waiting for my consent she opens the door and walks in closing the door behind her.
"Hi sweetie, mind if I sit down?" She asks in a sweet low voice. She then sits down, before I even reply, on the edge of my bed just like she did the week before.
"Mom, what's up?" I ask, realizing she has an agenda. I turn off the TV with the remote. She looks down at me and smiles as she places her hand on my chest.
"I just wanted to check up on you to see how you were doing since last week." She winks at me making sure I know what she is referring to.
"Oh, I'm doing fine mom." I answer, blushing, remembering our bizarre session.
"That's good sweetie. Have you been feeling a bit more confident?" She is now rubbing my chest with a motherly look of concern on her face as I nod. She smiles to herself for a few seconds and then very nonchalantly says, "so I'm guessing you've been playing with yourself a lot since last week." She looks me in the eyes and smiles as she slightly tilts her head knowingly.
Only slightly taken aback by the statement, considering what happened last week, I quickly recover. "Well...yes, mom. How did you know?" I ask sarcastically, smiling back at her.
"Very funny John. Tell me what you thought about while you did it." She says as she gets up off the bed and pulls my desk chair over by the bed and sits down with her legs crossed.
"Well, ummm, you know..." I answer hesitantly.
"No, actually, I don't. Please don't be shy baby, tell mommy what you thought about. It will be good to express yourself."
"OK." I answer, wondering what I have gotten myself into. "I mostly thought about what you did to me last week. It initially felt so wrong but you really did help me by making me feel so comfortable. I owe you a thank you for that mom."
"Aww, you're welcome. I feel great for helping you and I'm glad you're feeling so comfortable with all this." She pauses for a few seconds. "Did you think about how I played with your ass while you masturbated?" She asks that sounding very professional. Her legs are still crossed and her arms folded.
"Not much, actually, I was kind of weirded out about it even though it felt good. Sorry mom." I look away from her for a moment, feeling somewhat ashamed, and then look back.
"Don't be sorry, just realize that it's very much OK to explore your body and enjoy what feels good. Trust me, I'm doing you a favor by introducing you to this at your age. Many women enjoy men that are open sexually." She is still sitting the same way, looking and sounding like a therapist. She continues looking directly in my eyes, letting what she just said sink in. She then continues.
"I want you to play with your ass whenever you jerk off....actually, get undressed right now, we need to work on this." She says that as she gets up from the chair and starts towards the door. "I will be right back sweetie." She calls as she walks down the hallway.
I realize this is the beginning of our second session she implied we would have last week. I get out of bed and proceed to get undressed - actually feeling excited. After all, I really did enjoy it when she fingered my ass, I guess I just have to get used to it. Mom is convincing me that women like it when men allow their ass to be played with. I am still afraid that it means I'm gay. I can't be gay though because I get turned on by girls, I think to myself. Then it occurs to me - what if I am not aware that I'm gay yet - is this a sign that I will one day be coming out of the closet? Ah, I'm so confused!
I am now naked and lay back down on the bed. Despite my confusion and worries my cock is already semi hard, I can't help it. I hear mom walking back to the room.
She enters carrying a bag which she places by the side of the bed. "Good boy. I see you're all ready." She says glancing at my now hard cock.
"What's in the bag?" I ask blushing from her previous comment.
"Oh, don't worry about that sweetie, you're going to have to trust me though. Do you trust me?" She asks with a look of excitement in her eyes.
"Yes, mom, of course I do." I reply, rather quickly. Then I suddenly wonder why she is having me commit to trusting her. I guess I will have to find out.
"Good, my sweet baby, good." She almost sings that last part saying it very softly and in rhythm. She reaches into the bag and produces a nice amount of rope!
Now I'm slightly terrified, what is she up to? She looks at me with a smirk on her face.
"I'm going to tie you up so that I can control your orgasm like I did last week. I don't want you to lose control though and finish yourself off. It will be worth it in the end, you will see." She says as she begins uncoiling the rope. "Now, spread your arms out....yes, like that." She instructs me in how to be positioned so she can tie me the way she wants. I end up with my hands tied securely to the bed posts. My feet are pulled back so that I look like a baby in the diaper changing position - not too far though - my ass is slightly off the bed and my cock is still easily accessible. They are tied to the same bed posts my hands are tied to. I realize how vulnerable I am right now and what mom plans on focusing on. "Oh wow, baby, what a sight!" She giggles and then reaches back into her bag.
She waves what she pulls out right in front of my face. It's a pink dildo, about 6 inches long and not too thick. I am mortified and speechless!
"Aww, my sweet baby boy, it's OK. Don't look so scared, this is the cock that mommy uses to masturbate with. Yes, that's right, mommy plays with herself too." She smiles as she runs her hand over the length of her dildo, obviously feeling horny just looking at it. "I'm going to use it on your ass John, this will be very good training, don't struggle because you will make it worse." She says that without her tone of sympathy but sounding more like a drill Sargent.
I still can't say anything. I am feeling unsure and so degraded. She is going to use a dildo on my ass!! It's a pink dildo!! Help, I think to myself.
"Mom, sorry but I can't do this, I don't feel comfortable. Please untie me." I request in a shaky voice.
"I'm sorry baby but you trusted me and this is going to happen." She says as she grabs my cock in her hand and slowly starts pumping it. I can't help but moan out loud. "There....there baby, that feels good, doesn't it baby?"
"Oh, god, yes mommy." I blurt out in between moans.
"Good then. Let's get started." She then immediately stops stroking my now extremely hard cock leaving it with pre-cum drooling out the head. "Ok, baby, suck my dildo. Get it nice and wet!" She commands, placing the dildo at the entrance of my mouth and pushing it in with some force. "Trust me, you're going to want to get this very wet because your saliva is your lubrication." My mouth opens as I hear that, fearful of what my ass will feel like if I don't comply, and she starts slowly sliding her dildo in and out of my mouth.
I am on the verge of tears, I feel so degraded, here is my mom fucking my mouth with her pink dildo. She has tricked me into this situation, I don't like this. I think she is enjoying the control way too much.
"Unn hunn....mmmhmmm....that's it baby, suck mommy's cock, yesss that's it." She softly coos. I feel the dildo hitting the back of my mouth a few times causing me to slightly gag.
