I slept soundly through the night, but woke at an early hour while it was still dark. I lay awake for at least a half hour in the dark with the events of the previous day running through my mind. Although my mother and I had engaged in behavior that was socially taboo and supposedly destructive, I was feeling a greater sense of closeness and affection toward her than I had felt before. What had occurred was tremendously exciting, but it was not raw sex for the sake of sex. For me, there was a lot more to it than that.
I needed more sleep and after turning on my side and lying quietly for a short while, I was able to start dozing again. My fatigue from the previous day was draining out of me.
Sometime later I awoke again, not sure of the time. Now I was on my back. I had gone to bed wearing only my boxers, and my cock was standing up straight through the fly, greeting the new day with its customary salute. Despite the events of yesterday, it was feeling perky and ready for new adventures.
Instinctively, I reached for my erection with my right hand, but was surprised to find that my arm was would not obey me. Looking over, I saw on my wrist the same kind of cuff that had been on my mother's wrists. It was held by a rope leading to a corner of the bed. Soon I discovered that my other arm and both legs were also bound securely to corners of the bed.
Lorraine was at the foot of the bed. She was wearing a short robe which she had left untied at the waist. I could see that she had a nice short-haired bush like my mother's, though it seemed a bit darker shade of brown. One of her large, firm breasts was fully visible in the gap in her robe, and the side of the other one could be seen, as well. She was gazing at my erect cock.
After a moment, she spoke: "Auntie Lorraine knows that a young man like you needs a good milking when the sun comes up, just like the cows." She started pulling on my cock like a milk maid on a cow's teat. "And", she added, "This is the way to get the freshest milk too."
Holy crap! First my mother started calling herself "Mommy" and now it was "Auntie Lorraine". My mother did have one older sister, but she was definitely not Lorraine. I began to wonder if Lorraine and my mother had a little fantasy game they played with each other, one in which I had an imaginary starring role as both loving son and attentive nephew.
I figured that Lorraine had slept with my mom in her bed, as we had no spare bedroom, and thought about what might have occurred there during the night. But, I was soon brought back to the present. Lorraine had changed her grip on my cock and shifted to a slower pace.
I had seen videos featuring a sexy, dark haired and full breasted woman named Klixen on porn sites I had visited. I think she was German. In these videos, she would very slowly masturbate and occasionally fellate a large cock of a man whose face was always off screen. Sometimes she would just hold the cock lightly near the base for long moments, or move her hand slowly up the shaft, or gently stroke the head with her fingers. She would often use her tongue to stimulate the very sensitive glans just below the head. The shaft and the especially the head of the cock would get a progressively deeper purple as she worked the cock, never in any hurry. After many minutes, the lucky guy would ejaculate gobs of spunk like lava ejected from an over-heated volcano. I always wished that I could be him.
Lorraine was giving me the full Klixen, using her hand skillfully to pleasure my cock while denying me release. It was a slow tease encompassing every inch of my cock. I was in heaven. More blood kept rushing into my cock, making it harder and harder, and as purple as any cock that I had seen Klixen manipulate. I kept approaching climax, but Lorraine would back off when I got too close. If my hands had not been restrained, I would have grabbed my cock and jerked myself to a less than fully enjoyable orgasm, I was so worked up, but that was not an option.
After about ten minutes of this tease and denial, Lorraine slipped a leather cock ring over me and made sure it was snug at the base of the cock. (No doubt this ring came from the same bag of tricks that held her sewing shears and her feather duster, along with God knows what else.) The ring would prevent blood from flowing back out of my engorged cock, keeping me quite hard even without more attention. At this point, Lorraine left the room closing the door behind her, and leaving me lying there spread-eagled with my tumescent member twitching in the wind.
She was gone for several minutes, though it seemed much longer in my current state. Then I heard steps in the hall and my door opened. Lorraine re-entered leading my mother by the hand in the same manner that she had led me to my mother's bedroom the night before.
I had never before seen my mother wearing sexy lingerie, but now she had on a very sheer nightie that ended well above her knees. She had nothing on underneath, and I could easily make out her dark bush just a few inches above the hemline and her breasts and nipples through the translucent material. The garment was a bit tight on top and fitted, so that her full breasts were held snugly with her nipples poking out.
