"Time to pump, dear." I could hear mommy calling to me up the stairs. So I paused my game, and dropped the controller. Even at 20 years old, I knew better than to make mommy wait. Ever since she had caught me jerking off with her dirty panties, mother owned my dick. Mommy was in charge of all my "naughty time" as she called it. I was never to touch myself without her permission. But she would allow me to stroke myself, under her supervision, about twice a week.
When mommy says the secret words "time to pump" I was to drop everything and jack off while she watched. No matter what. That was our arrangement. To keep me from making any more "messes" in her panties, I was only allowed to pleasure myself with mom watching.
I ran down the stairs and found mommy sitting in her usual spot, on the sofa, legs crossed, waiting for my performance. Mom is tall and slim, about 5 foot 9 with long luscious legs, and dark straight hair. Today she's wearing a short black cocktail dress and sexy black wedge mules. She loves to tease me by dangling her shoe off the tip of her toes as she bounces her foot. "Strip." she commands.
I remove all my clothes and fold them neatly in a pile on the coffee table. Mother points the long red nail of her index finger at the towel laid on the floor in front of her. So I drop to my knees and take my position at her feet. "Time to pump, honey." she says softly.
I was in heaven, my heart was pounding in my chest. My 7 inch cock was already throbbing. I wrapped my hand around my erection and slowly started to stroke it. Mommy watched as I worked my shaft until the first drop of precum oozed from my head. "Awe, is my baby boy excited today?" she teased, as I stroked faster and faster. "That's a good little wanker. Make mommy proud now, pump that dick."
Mommy began to bounce her foot in time with my strokes, my eyes widened. Her wedge heel dropped from her toes and hit the floor with a crash. "Pump for mommy...stroke that cock... good boy." Her bare foot continued to bounce, her perfect pedicured toes were a tempting cum target, but that was only allowed on special occasions. "Cum for mommy now. On the towel." she directed.
That was all it took. Mommy told me to cum, so I obeyed. I pumped jet after jet of white pearly jizz all over the towel at her feet. A wave of pleasure and satisfaction washed over me. "Good boy." she purred. "Good boy. Now clean up your mess and get ready for dinner." I got dressed, and put the soiled towel in the laundry. "Thank you, mommy" I said. She smiled and hugged me lovingly.
And that's usually how it went. I was never allowed to masturbate without mommy's permission, dating was forbidden, and sex was out of the question. But mama gave me everything I needed, and she loved to watch me pump and cum. My life is easy. I never have to think about what to say to a girl, or worry about where to take her on a date. Mommy regulates my orgasms, and I'm satisfied.
A few days later I was in my room playing my video game, when I heard mom's familiar call "time to pump, sweetie." I was losing anyway, so I switched off the console, and ran down stairs. But in the living room, I got a real shock! I stopped at the bottom of the stairs, dumbstruck!
Mom was sitting on the sofa as usual, but next to her was Mrs Haverstock from next door! I couldn't believe it! Mommy had never shared our secret time with anyone else before. But the two of them were sitting cross legged on the sofa, looking at me, waiting for me.