Author's Note
When I said "steamy sex", I wasn't kidding.
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Chapter Four
My 4-Day Training - Phase 3
Saturday Noon
I awoke to a jostling at my feet. Anna, my sweet, gorgeous mother of 37 was sitting on the edge of the bed with a tray. She had arrayed a full lunch of sandwiches, a couple of bowls of salad, bottles of water, and chocolate cake.
"Eat up, darling," she said, putting a manicured hand on my chest. "Gorgeous pussy eaters need their strength. Pussy just loves your mouth. We're going to do that lots!" She seemed excited by my pussy skills. But the reality was, Anna had been ready to cum and I was just going along for the ride.
When I was finished, Mom took my hand and led me back to the bed. "You've done so well. And it's only Saturday afternoon! If all goes well, by Wednesday morning when I go back to work, you'll be a living, breathing sex machine. For both of us. So eat up. It's time for phase three!"
Anna had already cum four times since midnight. She looked fresh as a daisy.
I wondered: what in the world was "phase three"?
"How many phases are there, Anna?"
"It all depends on you, darling."
My cock was stiff from the ED drugs. It bounced and throbbed at the sight of this stunning sexual creature sitting on the edge of my bed.
My mother.
She had changed into a short filmy teal lingerie top, held over her huge breasts with tiny spaghetti straps. Her erect nipples were clearly outlined in the sheer transparent fabric and when backlit, the shapely outlines of her naked DD breasts were beautifully visible. Her breasts were so firm and round that the sheer garment hung inches out from her tiny flat tummy. Her jet-black hair fell in massive curls to her waist, cascading over her breasts and down her back. Her lips were glossy and crimson, her eyes dark and smoky.
She wore a sapphire-colored stone choker around her neck, and shoulder-length sheer black opera gloves with the fingers cut off to reveal her glossy crimson talons.
Looking just below the hem of her lingerie, I was happy she was wearing no panties, only a lacy black garter belt clasped tightly around her tiny waist. Six garters stretched down each leg, holding what I now knew to be Cervin fully-fashioned stockings. They were the Champs-Elysee model in ultra-sheer black, 100% pure silk, with a black seam running from the glossy welts to the reinforced heel. She was layering these over ultra-sheer matte crotchless pantyhose, probably from one of her favorite brands, Couture.
She crossed her long, spectacular legs with that audible
swish
that always lances straight to my brain. She wore a pair of fiery-red five-inch stilettos, so shiny and clear I could probably see my face in them.
She had gone all out to make herself into the fetish sexpot of every man's dreams.
She had done it for me.
And she was all mine.
That is if I prove myself worthy to keep up with her raging, relentless sex drive. But so far, we haven't even had intercourse yet. She's told me I'm not ready. That I'll just cum uncontrollably inside her the instant her pussy gets hold of my rod.
She's probably right.
Mom designed a training plan for this four-day weekend worthy of the Olympics of sex. If I get through it, she said, I'll prove myself worthy of her raging, relentless sex drive. She's kept her plan secret, and I was going crazy with anticipation of when I'd actually get to fuck her.
"Lie down here," she said, patting the bed. I lay against the headboard, my torso propped up with several pillows. Anna sat on the edge of the bed beside me. She leaned over me and reached for the far side of my body, pressing her gorgeous tits into my face. I was suddenly in heaven.
And distracted.
I began to nuzzle into her cleavage. When I started to open my mouth, I felt a solid ring around my wrist and heard a metallic
click
. Anna quickly withdrew her breasts from my face and clicked another ring around my other wrist. She stood off the bed and pulled on a rope that disappeared behind the headboard. My arms were pulled up to the side of my head and allowed to rest on the pillow.
She had handcuffed me to the bed.
"Anna, what..."
"Shush. It's for the best. I can't trust your hands during the next phase of your training."
She reached to the table and opened a large box. Inside was a tube about four inches in diameter and maybe ten inches long. One end of the tube was open. Inside was a plush lining about an inch thick, forming an opening a little over an inch in diameter that ran down the middle of the tube. There was a single round button mounted flush with the device on its side. Several nylon straps hung below the open end.
"This, my love, is the rechargeable FIST 2000 V6 masturbator with Bluetooth and AI technology, complete with a refillable-on-the-fly lube reservoir. It's the latest in cutting-edge technology (see what I did there?). Come on, let's get this baby on you."
"Wait, why? I don't need a masturbator! I can do that perfectly well myself. And then, obviously, there's you! I don't need..."
"Hush! You need. Trust me."
Anna looked at my mostly-hard cock and shook her head with a smile. Without a word, she picked up my shaft in one hand, leaned over and swallowed my dick whole. All seven inches of semi-hardness slid into her hot, silky mouth.
"Mmmm," she moaned as she rolled her tongue around my rapidly-stiffening meat. My mother could teach a master class in cock sucking, she was that good. She'd told me it was all about attitude. She told me she loves the mouthfeel of cock, especially mine. That love of cock translates to the most glorious and prolonged ministrations of her lips and her tongue.
She'd even told me she'd grown addicted to the taste of my father's cum.
I couldn't wait for her to taste mine.
But she didn't linger. Mom pulled off my dick as soon as it was rock hard again. It was then fast and easy for her to slide the tube onto my stiff prick. She arranged the nylon straps and pulled them around my waist and legs, clicking them into place.
My dick was locked into the machine; the handcuffs ensured it would stay there.
My dick was at the mercy of the FIST - and my mother.
"The FIST is frankly amazing," she said excitedly. "I've done all the research. It measures your heart rate, sweat glands, breathing rate, fluid pressure in your balls, and most importantly," she stopped to emphasize this point, "it measures tiny electrical impulse charges inside your cock, a hundred times a second.
"The inner lining has a series of rotating discs, plus hundreds of little pistons, an ultrasonic sound wave generator, a vibrating mode, and massaging pads. The lube reservoir keeps you slick for hours and hours of play and is refillable on the fly for infinite edging. Everything a horny girl needs to turn her man into a babbling, mindless cum slut.
"When I turn it on, I can set it to a timed release, where it builds you to an unstoppable orgasm over a number of minutes that I choose."
Anna showed me her phone. She was very animated. "I can control it right here, see? Let's say I want you to cum in, oh, one hour. The FIST builds you into horny delirium and keeps you right there on edge of cumming until the timer expires. Then, well." Anna uncrossed and recrossed her legs excitedly. There was that
swish
again. She tented her fingers together, then blew them apart. "BLAM! You explode.
"Or, I can go Manual. That, my dear cum slut, is where I get to control your orgasms with a touch of the screen on the app. Your cock would be completely at my mercy. And" she said with a wicked smile, "I can be quite merciless.
