I could feel the intense pressure of my Mum's bum pressing against my crotch as she leaned over the kitchen counter to wave goodbye to my Dad.
"That's it, keep smiling and waving," she told me, "watch the silly old fool drive off."
Making sure she could feel the bulge of my already hard cock through my jeans, I did as she asked and waved. I'd stopped feeling sorry for my Dad some time ago, all he cared about was golf and was completely oblivious to the games Mum and I were playing under his own roof. Once he'd closed the boot over his golf clubs and got into the car, I started pressing against my Mum in a rhythm, nudging her bum with my hard cock over and over. We watched the car drive down the driveway and out of sight, by now Mum was grinding her bum on to my cock.
She pulled away from the counter and stood in front of me. I looked at her hungrily, she was wearing her tight blouse, a skirt that ended just below the knee and black wedge-heeled slippers. Mum wore skirts around the house increasingly, which I appreciated and, thankfully, Dad took no notice. Mum ran her long red nails down my chest, over my t-shirt. My shoulders, arms and chest had benefited from time spent in the gym and I knew Mum enjoyed tracing her fingers over me. For eighteen years old, I didn't look bad.
We stared at each other for a moment and then embraced, her arms snaking around me as I crushed my body to hers, our mouths meeting. I kissed her passionately as my hand ranged down over her bum and grabbed at her skirt, pulling it upwards until I could feel her thigh. I knew she was wearing tights for me, that was a precaution around Dad, she would take those off soon.
My hand was crawling its way to her bum when she broke off her kiss and pushed me back. Her expression had changed, her blue eyes piercing me, framed against her blonde hair and I felt my heart skip a beat.
"Now then," she said. "Let's not get carried away, just yet. We have plenty of time. Are you ready?"
I nodded, trying to calm myself down from our embrace.
She clicked her fingers and pointed down.
Slowly, I lowered myself on to my knees, looking up at her and placing my hands behind my back, adjusting my balance to the kitchen floor tiles. "What is your name?" she asked me.
"I am your little Jonny."
"That's right. And who I am?"
"You are Mummy."
"Very good. And what does that mean?"
"It means Jonny does everything his Mummy tells him."
She smiled at me. "Good boy. Are you sure you're ready? Ready for all the things Mummy wants to do to you?"
"Yes, Mummy."
"Then, little one, here are your instructions..."
My first task was to venture out into the garage and look for a green tarpaulin. I eventually found it covered by some old rolls of carpet-cut off. Having moved the carpet and being wary for spiders, I peeled off the green tarp. I gave a little gasp as in the dim light of the garage I could make out what was sitting there. On the floor was a sort of table, around half a foot longer than a piano bench, but just as wide, with a padded leather surface, all in black. On further examination I could make out a metal ring fixed to the side of each of beautifully carved legs. On top of the bench sat a black, shiny folded square of material. I lifted up the square and examined it. It was a rubber mat.
It made sense, Dad barely went out in the garage and Mum was always pottering about out here, looking for this and that, no wonder this had remained well hidden.
I managed to manoeuvre both items out of the garage and into my parents' bedroom. The curtains were all closed and the family pictures which usually hang on the wall next to the bay window were all missing. Slightly puzzled, I nevertheless continued to do as instructed. I placed the rubber mat, spread out flat on the bedroom floor and it was large enough to run from the bed to the wardrobe where Mum kept her clothes. I then positioned the bench in the centre of the mat. Standing back, I checked everything should be where I was told to put it. To the right of the bed was the closed door to the ensuite bathroom where I could hear Mum. Dare I risk a quick peek? No... it might disrupt her plans and I didn't need to make her pissed off before playtime. Instead I went to my room.
There were two items of clothing on the bed. A pair of wet look black shorts, except without any sort of seat, my bum cheeks would be completely exposed, in the front there was a taut, rubber 'O' which I assumed my cock would poke through. I felt the blood rushing to my prick once again, where had she got all this? I quickly stripped, wriggling into the shorts and making sure my already hard cock could fit through the hole. Thankfully it did and I made sure the shorts were straightened correctly. I then picked up the other item. It was a black, latex mask. Mum had never made me wear a mask before, I felt my stomach tighten a little. I looked at it and found that there were mouth and nose holes, as well as gaps for my eyes. Feeling a little trepidation, I decided the mask could be no worse than wearing a swimming cap and pulled it over my face. There I stood in my bedroom, face masked, cock erect, held in place by the rubber ring and bum thoroughly exposed. I gave a couple of pleasurable tugs on my erect cock and then went back to my parents' bedroom.
My instructions were to wait by the bench. Knowing this would mean adopting the correct position, I knelt down carefully next to the bench and waited. I could feel the butterflies in my tummy working overtime.
I didn't have long to wait. The door of the ensuite clicked open and out she walked. Mummy was wearing a short black wet look mini dress. It had a cut out over her chest, revealing her considerable cleavage and was also sleeveless. The dress ended just below her bottom and so the lace stocking-tops of her black, seamed hold-up stockings were plainly visible. On her feet she wore black, shiny open-toed fetish heels, with a spiked heel and slightly raised soles. She stood there looking at me, grinning as she took off her glasses and put them on the nightstand. Then, she turned and blew me a kiss. I smiled back and then noticed that she too was putting on a mask, black and latex, like mine.
Once again I was surprised. I'd never seen her in a mask before. She pulled it over her face and adjusted it until her red lips and blue shone through. I noticed that, unlike my mask, hers had two devil's horns printed on either side of the mask head. She strode towards me, looked down and placed her hands on her hips.
"Is Jonny still going to do everything Mummy tells him?"
"Yes, Mummy"
I watched her legs in awe as she crossed over to the wardrobe and opened it. She removed a black drawstring back and a long, thin black device. Beneath my mask I frowned, unclear as to what this new device could be. I then realised, a few seconds later, that Mummy was extending a tripod. Walking back to the nightstand, she retrieved her phone and then fixed it into the tripod. She spent a few moments adjusting what I assumed was the focus on the phone camera and then walked back over to me. It was clear that the phone was pointing directly at the bench.
Mummy, still carrying the black drawstring bag, then sat down on the bench, crossed her legs in the slow, sensuous way that she knows drives me wild and then began to address the camera.
"Hello to all the lovely mothers out there. As you know I've been promising a video about how to care for your little boys for some time now. Well, I hope you are going to enjoy this one. This-" she patted me on the head, "-is my boy Jonny. Jonny, you may say hello..."
"I... um..."
"Too the camera, please, Jonny, now!"
I cleared my throat. "Hello mothers," I managed. My Mummy continued.
"What I hope you're going to see today is how I manage to keep my boy well-trained, very obedient and a great help to me at home."
It took a few seconds of listening to Mummy for me to fully register what was happening. Were we recording a sex tape or an instructional video? Maybe both!
Mummy had meanwhile reached into the black drawstring bag and taken out a black collar with a ring on it. "Now an essential for controlling your little one is a collar, plus if you lose him while you're out and about, he can easily be returned home."
She went back to the bag and this time pulled out a silver chain leash. "Having your boy on a leash is a lovely thing to do ladies, you know where he is at all times, you can direct him easily and if you walk him around the garden you can burn a few extra calories! Now, on all fours, Jonny."
I got on all fours in front of Mummy's legs and my mind was racing. Who was this video for? Was I going to be put on YouTube and TikTok? The masks were certainly for our anonymity. Suddenly I felt Mummy's fingers cup my chin.
"Now I don't like leaving marks where people might see them, so I'll use a soft leather collar today. Watch me wrap it around his neck like this..."
The collar slipped over my neck and I felt Mummy's fingers fix the buckle putting the collar in place.
"And on with the leash." The leash clipped into place and I felt a tug almost immediately. "Up on the bench, Jonny, kneel up where we can see you.
Pulling on the leash Mummy directed me to her side, kneeling up on the bench. I was a little unsteady on my knees, but I felt Mummy's hand helping me keep my balance. I was up on the bench facing the camera and suddenly aware that my very erect cock was also facing the camera too, with Mummy's other hand wrapping around the base of it.
"Such a nice cock my boy's got, wouldn't you agree, ladies. It gets plenty of exercise, when I let it..." She started to massage my cock moving slowly, her hand running up and down, squeezing the head and shaking it a little. A moaned and heard Mummy audibly growl next to me. "But... it's important you don't spoil him. Off!"
Mummy relinquished her grip on me and pulled the leash, leading me off the bench and stood in front of her. With her hands she shuffled me around so I was now facing away from the camera. A tug with the leash and I placed my hands on the bench. I realised now my arse was fully exposed to the phone.
