I was stretched out on Mom's bedroom floor bare naked, except for my mom's bra over my chest and her cum stained panties down around my calves.
I was still tied up with Mom's bathrobe sash, with one end of the sash tied to the bedpost and the other end cinched around my wrists forcing my arms to be suspended above my head. Behind me, in my mother's bathroom, I heard mom showering. She was singing to herself in the shower. I couldn't make out the song over the sound of the running water, but I could tell from the inflection in her singing voice that she was in a good mood.
I couldn't believe it. The woman had beaten my ass cheeks and ball sack with the backside of a broad wooden hairbrush till they were blue and bruised and now she was singing! What kind of sick bitch was she?
I couldn't wait till she untied me. I would get my revenge. I started thinking of how best to pay her back. Like a bolt of lightning, the perfect revenge came to me, and I smiled devilishly as I imagined it. Since she hated it so much that I came in her pair of panties, I decided that would be how I would get my revenge. I'd wait for a day when she was out of the house, and sneak back in here into her bedroom and jerk off in every single pair of panties she owned.
I was going to spend all day spunking in her undies if that's what it took to make sure I got every single pair lathered in my semen. Fuck her. Of course, after I did that, I would have to get the fuck out of the house. Run away somewhere, where she could never find me and never spank me again. It'd be hard at first to live on my own, but it'd be worth it.
Thoughts of my sweet revenge were interrupted by the sound of the shower stopping. I heard the shower door sliding open and my mom stepping out. The smirk on my face that had been inspired by my revenge fantasy was instantly wiped from my face. I looked over my shoulder towards the partially opened bathroom door with wide frightened eyes.
Any moment now she would open that door and come back into the bedroom. I gulped and trembled at the thought. Would she beat me again? Would she literally break my balls this time? Or did she have something more twisted planned?
For the moment all I could do was watch the partially closed door, dreading her return, as the sounds of her half-singing and half-humming reached my ears.
"And if that mockingbird don't sing, Mama's going to buy you a diamond ring. La-la-la-la-la-la"
Then the singing stopped. I gulped. Any minute now, the sadistic whore would return to torture me. The seconds passed, dragging on for what felt like hours. My pulse quickened. My heart beat faster. The anticipation was killing me. Then at last the door opened and I closed my eyes tight out of fear. I stayed like that for a moment, waiting for something, anything, to happen. But when nothing did, I slowly opened my eyes.
What I saw took my breath away.
Mom was standing in the frame of the doorway looking like the most beautiful woman in the world. She was wearing a silk cream-colored nightgown that clung seductively and fittingly over her hourglass form and giant bosom. Droplets of water glistened on her décolletage and up and down her curvaceous and clean-shaven white thighs. Her face was flushed red with warmth from the shower, her high cheeks ruddy red, and her deep violet eyes wide, alert, and fresh.
God damn, she was so fucking hot.
I didn't know what I wanted more, to fuck her or be her. She was a perfect goddess and I was torn between jealousy of her goddess-like figure and the desire of thrusting my cock into her. Just the sight of her banished all thoughts of the anger I had been feeling toward her to be replaced with lust. What the hell was wrong with me? This was my mother. This was a woman who attempted to literally break my balls. Yet here I was drooling over her like she was a playboy pin-up.
Mom stood in the doorway for what seemed like a good minute. The whole of her attention was focused on me. Worry lines were etched into the expression she turned on me. It was a far cry from the humming and singing I had heard just a few moments ago. It was like the sight of me bothered her in some way. She let loose a nearly silent sigh and with a towel in her hand, drying the space behind her, ear she walked towards me.
She didn't say a word as she approached. She just kept looking at me with a sad expression, her shoulders slumped and her demeanor defeated. I watched her warily, afraid that at any moment the anger she had shown before entering the shower would return without warning.
When she reached me, she stood over me for a second.
Even though I was scared out of my mind, I couldn’t help my eyes from wandering over her body and the silk nightgown that was wrapped over it. I looked with delight at the open V of the nightie in between her covered breasts and the wet droplets drying in her cleavage. Then I let my eyes trail downward to the nightie's short hem that ended at the top of her curvy thighs and only covered her pubic area.
The fact that her pussy was only separated from vision by the thin tantalizing fabric of her silk nightie made me want to see it more. What did it look like? Was it as clean-shaven as her legs? Were her pussy lips juicy and full? I couldn't help but lick my lips as my mind's eye filled with images of mom's hidden snatch.
Then mom bent forward, snapping me out of my lust and I flinched instinctively. I was expecting her to slap me or some other kind of physical abuse for the way I was staring hungrily at her, but no slap came. Instead, Mom reached over my head and began untying the bathrobe sash off my wrists. The knot came loose and my hands were freed. I slowly lowered my hands against my chest, flexing and unflexing my fingers as circulation returned to them.
Mom flung the sash away from her like it was a dead snake she was disgusted with and then sat down on the edge of the bed. Her feet were right by my head, and I looked at them, remembering the pleasure I felt from sucking those perfect toes. I don't know why but I wanted to suck them again. It was the strangest sensation. Even after this woman had beaten my balls to the point of me crying there was still some part of me that wanted to worship this woman, this perfect goddess, this mother of mine.
My eyes traveled up from her feet and settled once again on the hem of her nightie. Even as she sat, the nightie impossibly covered her crotch, denying me a vision of what I was sure was the most wonderful-looking pussy in the world.
I then looked at mom's face. She wasn't looking at me. She was staring blankly at some undefined spot in the carpet, lost in some troubling thought. I wondered if I should say something, but decided against it. There was no telling how she would react. I figured it would be best to just stay where I was laying on the carpet by her feet, letting the silence do all the speaking. So I just lay there, keeping my head bowed, too afraid that if I didn't she would catch me in the act of trying to look up the skirt of her nightie.
Then at last the silence was broken. It was Mom who did it, speaking to me in a low monotone, sounding like a distressed woman.
"The shower gave me some time to think," she said softly. "I want to start off by apologizing. I shouldn't have spanked you. I shouldn't have bashed your balls with my brush like that. I'm so sorry, Kevin. I don't know what came over me. Will you please forgive me?" She turned to me, her face and eyes filled with remorse.
That was the last thing I had expected her to say, but I couldn’t help but appreciate it. It made me want to apologize as well.
"Of course mom," I said in an equally apologetic tone. "But it was my fault. If I hadn't of cum all over your face like I did, you wouldn't have gotten mad. I'm sorry too."
"No, it's not your fault but mine," she replied. "You're sexually inexperienced. A virgin dick like yours should be expected to shoot fast. I should've known that. But the thing is, ever since the moment I saw you in my panties, I've been thinking of you as if you were your father. Instead of seeing you, I saw him. And I made the mistake of treating you like him. I gave you the same punishments I would give him when I was upset with him. Like making you suck on my toes, spanking you for prematurely ejaculating, and of course, threatening to put you in chastity. But those were things meant for him, not for you. You are my son. Not your father. I can't treat you in the same way. I need to treat you with the kindness and care of a mother. Not a lover who needs to be disciplined. But as a son, who needs to be loved."
I looked up at her, trying to think of something to say, but no words came. I decided it was best to let her keep talking.
Mom looked at me, half frowning and half smiling. "Here, get off the floor," she patted the empty space on the bed next to her. "Take a seat, I feel like it's better to talk if you aren't on the ground below me like that."
I slowly got to my feet, and in the process, my mother's panties that had been on my calves fell to my ankles. I wondered whether I should pull them up or step out of them.
Mom saw me looking at her panties around my ankles and the indecision on my face. She smiled at me. "Go on, pull up your panties if you want," she said.
I smiled back and reached down and brought the cum stained panties back up to my waist, covering my exposed privates with them. Then I took a seat on the bed next to mom.
I grimaced and clenched my teeth as soon as my ass came into contact with the bed. My cheeks were still sore from the beating mom had given me and I felt the pain in my balls as well as my ass.
Mom saw my strained face and placed a light hand on my shoulder. "What is it?" she asked, her voice full of motherly concern.
"It's my balls and ass," I admitted. "They still hurt from the… spanking."
"Oh my poor baby," Mom pulled my head down into her chest, placing my cheek right on top of her huge tits.
Her boobs were like luscious pillows, and the silk fabric of her teddy felt like sex on my cheek. Not only did it feel wonderful to have my face pressed onto her tits, it smelt wonderful too. The aroma of the soft berry-scented soap she had used in the shower filled my nostrils.
"Look what mama did to you. I'm so horrible." She shook her head in admonishment at herself. "If it hurts too much to sit, why don't you lay on your back. Put your head right here," she said, patting her thighs.
I happily did as Mom asked, stretching out in the bed, putting my head sideways in her lap at first, right next to her to the pussy I so desperately wished to see. As my head fell into position, I was once again greeted by the wonderful smells of the body soap she used, but this time instead of coming from her tits, the wonderful aroma was wafting up from her pussy. I took a final whiff of the soapy pussy fragrance and then turned my head upwards, barely seeing her face looking down into mine over her bosom.
"Alright, Kevin," Mom continued, "from now on I'm going to treat you right. "
"Thanks, mom, " I said, half concentrating on her and half staring at her breasts hidden behind the nightgown.
"God, Kevin, I don't know how we got so messed up," Mom exhaled in dismay through a frustrated fluttering of her lips. She then looked down at me and smiled tenderly, lovingly stroking the hairs on my head. "We didn't use to be like this. We used to get along so well. Two peas in a pod. But now we barely even talk to each other these days. You come home, I ask you how your day went, you say fine and then you're off to your room, and I don't see you again till the next day. Before today, you and I barely spoke to one another. And now here we are, after a wonderful dinner where we actually had a great conversation, and what do I do? I fucked it all up by treating you like shit afterward. When you were little, I never in a million years thought we would grow so distant. We were best of friends when you were younger. I wish we could back to those days."
"Yeah, I remember," I said as I reflected on the memories of me and mom. Like the time she took me to the fair and won me a stuffed animal, or how she would tell me bedtime stories. It was true, mom and I were inseparable back then. "I'd like to go back to those days too. I remember how no matter what was wrong, you'd always be there for me. You'd always listen to all my little problems."
"I remember how happy I was the day you were born. Hell, I still remember breastfeeding you for the first time while I was still in the hospital bed. Sometimes babies have problems latching to their mother's teet, but not you. You hooked that little mouth of yours onto my nipple like you'd done it a thousand times before. The nurse said she had never seen a baby latch so easily. She said that was a sign that you would always love your momma. I wish we could go back to those days."
"Me too," I said listlessly.
Then mom's eyes lit up. "Hey, why can't we? Why not try to go back to the beginning? Start off from square one again? Just like when you were a baby. Would you like that?"
"Sure," I nodded in agreement. "But the only problem is, I'm not a baby anymore. I'm a fucked up eighteen-year-old kid."
"You'll always be a baby to me, Kevin. And besides, you're never too old to bond with your mommy," mom said. Then she stopped stroking me and reached up to her shoulders and took off the shoulder straps of her nightgown. Her voluminous breasts came springing free. My eyes went wide at the sight of them. They were such wonderful mounds of luscious flesh. Full, pert, and massive.
Mom then took one of those huge tits into her hand, and with her other hand placed it under my head and lifted my face towards her nipple. "Latch on to mommy, Kevin. Suck her titty like you used to when you were a baby. We're going to do some mommy-son bonding."
I was slightly stunned by mom proffering her tit to me in this way, but at the same time, I was excited. Excitement won out over my surprise, and I opened my mouth and placed it over mom's big brown areolas. The taste of her flesh in my mouth was like heaven. I gave myself over to the wonderful flavor of her skin and began sucking at it in earnest.
"That's a good baby boy," Mom cooed as she went back to soothing her hand over my scalp. "Suck mommy's titty. Suck mommy's titty good."
Just as mom instructed me to, I kept on slurping at her breast. There was no milk of course, but neither of us cared. It was the act that mattered more. Me with her loving arm cradled around the back of my head as I sucked on her nipple like I was her baby boy again. She was right, the more I sucked the more I could feel us bonding. I felt safe in a way I hadn't felt in a long time as I nibbled on her tit and I could tell by mom's hardening nipple she was enjoying the moment too.
Her nipple wasn't the only thing getting hard of course. So was my cock. Sucking on mom's tit was making me horny and in no time I was sporting a boner, my erection causing a tent to form in the pair of my mother's panties I was wearing.
Mom must've seen my dick springing to life because I heard her say: "Oh look, my baby boy has a stiffy. Don't worry, Mommy will take care of your hard cock for you"
Mom reached over and pulled down the top of my panties so my cock was free of any constrictions. Then she began massaging the knob of my cockhead between her forefinger and thumb. The pleasure produced by her kneading fingers shot through me and I moaned into mom's nipple.
"Does baby like it when mommy touches his stiffy?" Mom asked in a goo-goo-gaga type of voice.
I nodded and took my mouth off of mom's tit just long enough to say, "yes, mommy." I don't know why I called her mommy. I usually only called her mom, but something about sucking on her tit like I was a baby made the word "mommy" seem more appropriate than "mom."
"Okay then," mom said. "Mommy will take care of your stiffy while you keep sucking."
The lube from earlier was still on the bed and mom grabbed the bottle. She put some lube on her hand and then wrapped her lubricated palm around the whole of my little cock. I moaned my pleasure into the mound of her breast flesh once again.
"Mommy's going to pump her baby boy's little cock for him, okay? All you do is keep sucking mommy's titty. Let me worry about your little stiffy."
"Mmm'kay" was the reply I muffled into Mom's areola.
Mom's lubricated hand began to slowly stroke up and down my raging boner. She moved her hand so slow, so lovingly, and in a nice tight firm grip. I mewled into her boob.
As Mom's hand worked my cock with long unhurried tugs, I sucked hungrily on her nipple. Then she suddenly began to sing.
"Hush little baby don't say a word
Mama's going to buy you a mockingbird
And if that mocking bird don't sing
Mama's going to buy you a diamond ring."
The sweet sound of my mom's singing voice felt like I was being crooned to by an angel. Her hand pulled and pumped lovingly on my turgid member, and her boob was deliciously soft in my mouth. I was in heaven. I let my body bask in the sensations of the gentle hand-to-genital lovemaking my mother was giving me. Up and down, she pumped. Nice and slow, up and down. Hand to my mushroom tip and delightfully and delicately down the shaft to the bottom. Back to the mushroom tip and back down the shaft. Nice and slow. Over and over.
Holy shit, it felt so good. Too good in fact. I couldn't take it anymore. I felt my orgasm building up in my balls. I took my mouth off my mom's tit to let her know.
"Mom-," I breathed huskily into her boob. "Y-y-you need to stop. I ca-ca-can't hold on. I'm about to cum."
"Sshhh," Mom whispered lovingly and brushed her thumb lightly over my forehead with her free hand. "Don't you worry, my love. You cum anytime you're ready. Cum as much as you want. Just keep sucking mommy's titty."
I nodded with a strained frown caused by my attempt to fight off the intense pleasure that was building to a climax in my ballsack. I returned my mouth to mom's tit, sucking even more frantically than I had before, trying to take my mind off of nutting. I wanted to hold off cumming. I wanted to show Mom I wasn't a hopeless premature ejaculator. But I couldn't.
The orgasm's force was tingling in my dick, begging to be released. I was only seconds away from shooting my wad, and there was nothing I could do to hold it off. I was going to prematurely ejaculate again. To make matters worse, Mom increased the speed of her hand over my cock as she went back to singing:
"And if that diamond ring is brass
Mama's going to buy you a looking glass."
It was too much. Her singing, her lovely boob, her faster and faster strokes on my cock, it was all more than I could bare. I couldn't hold out anymore. I took my mouth off mom's tit and cried out. "Oh mommy, oh mommy, I'm cumming!"
"Good boy," Mom encouraged. "Spray those cummies for mommy."
The sperm shot out of me with as much force as water shooting out of a firehose. Rope after rope of my fluid shot high into the air landing in arcs across mom's tits and over my quivering mid-section.
"That's a good boy," Mom said as she continued to pump my spasming cock. "Let it all out. Every single drop."
I planted my lips back onto mom's nipple and sucked and sucked as mom pumped and pumped, and the semen kept flowing. I must've shot fix or six heavy ropes as she stroked my dick, creating a mess on her shoulder and tits as well as my own stomach. I had never cum so much before in my life. After an intense moment of orgasmic pleasure, my dick stopped firing so obscenely and was reduced to drooling out the last bits of sperm onto my mom's tight grip, pooling into the crevice between her thumb and forefinger.
I stopped sucking mom's tit and fell into heavy panting, spent from the ejaculation that had just rocked my body. "I'm sorry mom," I winced. "I didn't mean to shoot so fast. I tried to not cum, but it just felt too good.
"It's okay, baby," Mom looked down at me with loving eyes. "You can't help being a fast cummer. You get it from your father. Don't you worry though, Mommy loves her little premature ejaculator. Besides, you did good because look," she held up her cum covered hand, "we have some milk for you now."
Mom then began rubbing the cum from her hand onto her nipples. She also took the cum that was on the top of her breasts and scraped it onto the area around her hard nipple. "Go on," she said, "get the milk you gave me from my titties. Get them nice and clean."
I was overcome by the hotness of mom's suggestion and greedily mouthed over her tits, licking up my semen. The salty spunk mixed in with the taste of her flesh delighted my tongue. After I finished licking off her nipple, I then set about to clean the rest of my spunk from her boobs. Mom cooed in pleasure as I lapped at her tits like a thirsty dog, licking every square inch of her boobs, over the top and around the nipples, and in the crevice between her breasts. I licked and licked till I had lapped up the last of my cum and only my saliva remained glistening on her boobs.
Mom looked approvingly at her spit-covered boobs. "Good job, baby. Now come on, let's go to the bathroom so mommy can give her boy a nice cleaning."
Mom raised my head off her lap and took me by the hand as she stood so I got to my feet with her. Then hand in hand we went to the bathroom so she could bathe me.
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