Jeffrey's Adventures in Babysitting 9 & 10

By David

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Jeffrey’s Adventures in Babysitting
by David


Chapter Nine – Revelations and Humiliations
 
 
Marie Walton couldn't stop smiling.
 
After a tough day at work and the tedium of commuter traffic, all that in addition to the stress of a nasty rainstorm, the harried single mom was ready to come home, drink a little wine and relax. What she got instead was a most unexpected surprise, catching her thirteen year old son, Jeffrey, busily masturbating in the dark. A confrontation over her offspring’s nasty habits was long overdue, and a flurry of accusations, lies and tears quickly ensued. The determined mother immediately seized the opportunity and took matters in her own hands.
 
“Well, it’s going to be a while before we can take it out.” Marie looked at Jeffrey with a satisfied smirk; the poor boy looked so funny, bent over at the waist with that little glass thermometer peeking out from between his buttcheeks. “You just wait here for a few minutes while Mama goes and changes clothes.”
 
 “Where are you going?” Jeffrey cried. “You’re not really leaving me like this, are you? Please, Mom ... please, don’t leave me like this!”
 
“Nuh uh-uh! Stay bent over, you silly thing. I won’t be just a minute. Don’t you dare stand up! You don’t want that thing breaking off inside your butt, do you?”
 
The delighted woman was in no hurry as she stepped through the door into her bedroom. Jeffrey deserved to be kept in suspense for at least a little while. It was his own fault, she reasoned; she’d lost count of the number of times he’d soiled her good sheets, not mention all the times she’d seen him acting suspicious and then being dishonest about it. And now, after she’d caught him red-handed in the middle of jacking off and he lied straight to her face ... well, this was the last straw!
 
“Nasty, nasty boy,” she sang gleefully as she disrobed. “Such a nasty, dirty little liar. Mama’s going to teach you a lesson before the night is through ....”
 
It felt so good to finally get out of her damp work clothes. She did a little naked wiggle as she hung them up to dry. She continued dancing as she made her way across the room, singing out happily and loudly to the forlorn boy standing out of sight just a few feet away:
 
“I’m putting a stop to your nastiness, little man! By the time I get done with you, you’ll think twice about jacking off under my roof!”
 
A soft whimper emanated from the bathroom. “I ... I’m sorry, Mama,” the shamed lad croaked. “I won’t ever do that again. I ... I p-p-promise!”
 
“Don’t make promises you can’t keep, sweetie! You might regret them.”
 
Marie reveled in the absurdity of the situation. She wondered what her son would do if he could see her at that very moment, dancing naked about the house like a madwoman. Would he think his mother was as sexy looking as the women he masturbated to? Or would he be scared out of his mind?
 
“My God, woman! What’s wrong with you?” she muttered. “Have you gone completely crazy?”
 
The nude woman took a deep breath and began rummaging through her closet. She gathered up a long, frumpy flannel nightgown and a quilted robe that snapped up the front, along with a pair of comfortable fleece-lined slippers; not exactly the sexiest outfit in the world, her “mom clothes” were comfortable and perfect for weathering the storm that was going on outside.
 
She glanced at her nightclothes and then through the bathroom door. A mischievous smirk formed on her lips. Oh, how she wanted to walk into the bathroom right then and surprise her naughty son, just to see what would happen! It would a harmless little joke, she told herself; all she had to do was step behind Jeffrey in her birthday suit, check herself out in front of the mirror, maybe brush her hair, and then leave. She wouldn’t have to touch him, she wouldn’t look at him; she wouldn’t even say a word.
 
“How funny would that be? Me standing stark naked behind him while he’s stuck there with that thermometer up his butt? The poor child wouldn’t know what to think!” She let out a little giggle.
 
“Mmmmm ... I wonder if he would want to jack off after seeing his mama’s titties?”
 
The giddy woman thought for a long time about the possibilities. She then sighed. “Godammit, Marie, stop thinking like that!” she whispered to herself. “You’ve already crossed enough lines tonight as it is. He’s your son, for God’s sake! Goddamn, I am such a bad mother ....”
 
After taking another deep breath, Marie slipped into her gown and robe before returning to the bathroom; Jeffrey was as she left him, nude as the day he was born and leaning against the vanity looking all awkward and vulnerable. He shifted his weight awkwardly from one foot to the other, a scowl on his plump, pout face. Best yet, the little glass rod still stuck out from the crack between his pale cheeks, gleaming in the glare of the vanity light.
 
“You know, sweetie, if I didn’t know better I’d think you were a pretty girl in her birthday suit and not a boy!” she teased. She ran her fingers through his long blond hair and down his smooth naked back. “What a little cutie you are! You’re so adorable with that little fat butt of yours!”
 
“Mom! That’s not funny!” Jeffrey fussed. “I’m not a stupid girl! And I’m not pretty!”
 
“You better watch out with that ‘stupid girl’ talk. A stupid girl is standing right behind you, ready to whip your butt if you keep that kind of attitude.”
 
She accentuated her words with a playful if not sharp slap on the blushing boy’s pale, plump asscheeks.
 
“I ... I’m sorry, Mama.” Jeffrey sighed. “Please, when are you gonna take this thing out of my ... my bu- ... my b-bottom? I’m getting tired of standing here.”
 
“Oh you poor, poor little baby. You just stay there until I tell you otherwise.” Marie clucked her tongue and laughed. “After that ‘stupid girl’ remark you’re lucky I don’t paddle your fat little ass! It’s bad enough that you lie to me, but being arrogant about it makes things worse!”
 
“I’m sorry, Mama, I really am!” The youngster’s voice was desperate. Marie smiled to see him press his hands together, elbows on the vanity, begging for mercy. “Please take it out! Please? I mean ... th- ... this is just t-t-too ... too humiliating!”
 
“Humiliating, hmm? Well, good! That’s what you get for being disrespectful and lying to your mother! I’m going downstairs for a few minutes. You just stand there and keep still. Nuh-uh, don’t you dare move on me! I promise I will spank your butt if you say another word!”
 
“Mamaaaaaaa ....”
 
Marie ignored the sound of whining as she left the pouting lad to ponder his fate.
 
As she headed for the stairs she remembered something: it was the matter of Jeffrey’s hygiene. During her inspection she noticed he was unusually clean. She knew from bitter experience how dirty he always was at the end of a school day and how his clothes – and especially his underwear! – were always stained and smelling funky. But not today; today her normally stinky little boy was as clean and fresh as a newly bathed babe.
 
“Yeah, that is really odd,” she said aloud to herself. “He made the point to tell me he hadn’t taken a shower, too. He was obviously lying to me, but why? Mmmm ... isn’t that curious ....”
 
To confirm her suspicions she stopped by the hall bathroom and, sure enough, it was just as she thought: there was no sign of anyone having taken a shower or a bath, no wet towels, no wet washcloths, nothing.
 
Hmmm ....
 
Stopping by Jeffrey’s bedroom she found his school clothes discarded on the floor; a quick examination revealed they were as fresh and clean as the day they’d been laundered. How odd. Even his underwear – which was usually soiled, white and crusty in the front and a brown stain in the rear – looked as if they’d hardly been worn. She gave them a quick sniff.
 
“Funny, they’re like they just came out of the drier. I can still smell the fabric softener. That is really odd.”
 
Marie knew her son and his habits; there was no way at the end of the day he’d be that clean, much less his clothes. None of it made any sense.
 
“Something strange is going on,” she said with a frown. “Why would he lie about something like this? Mmmmm, I’m going to figure it out if it’s the last thing I do!”
 
Downstairs in the kitchen she poured herself a glass of wine and thought about what had happened since coming home from work. She had to laugh at herself for leaving poor Jeffrey in his current state.
 
“Really, Marie, you’re so awful! Teasing him is bad enough, but to make him stay naked like that, with that silly thermometer up his butt? My God, you’re such a bad mama!”
 
Her thoughts lingered over the memory of fingering her son’s bottom. How amazing that felt, her finger delving deep within his tight little butthole, the sensation of his internal muscles squeezing as hard as they could – all in vain, of course – as she penetrated the gasping child’s modesty. She savored the moment, her eyes half-closed, grabbing onto as much of the memory as she possibly could. A familiar heat warmed her face and breasts; she glanced down and saw that her chest was blotchy and flushed with blood.
 
“Oh, Marie, stop it! Get your mind out of the gutter,” she said with a somewhat nervous laugh. “Finger-fucking your own son! My God woman, you are so wicked!”
 
Without thinking she took dug out a cigarette from an old pack she kept in a kitchen drawer and she lit it up as she sipped her wine. This was quite unusual; the last time she’d smoked was after having sex with her husband ... and that had been a long, long time ago.
 
“How odd that I should think of something like that,” she said as she drew in the aromatic smoke and took in a taste of rosé. “I am such a bad ... bad mama ....”
 
Just as she was about to head upstairs the telephone rang. With a sigh she picked up the handset, hoping against hope that it wasn’t her boss; she had more important things to do than worry about work.
 
“Hello? Oh Judith, it’s you! I’m so glad you returned my call! I thought for a moment it was my boss.”
 
She had totally forgotten about leaving a message with her friend, Judith Martin. So much had happened since calling earlier, when was it – she glanced at the clock on the television – what, only an hour ago? Really? It seemed much longer than that ....
 
Marie listened politely as her friend spoke. She was eager to get back and see how Jeffrey was doing, but she quickly realized this was not going to be a short chat; and so she poured a second glass of wine and settled on the sofa for a long conversation.
 
“Oh no, everything is fine,” she said when it was finally her turn to speak. “I was just looking for Jeffrey. When I got home the lights were out and I couldn’t find him. I thought he might still be at your house, but I found him here, hiding upstairs in the dark.”
 
Laughter flowed from the other end of the line, followed by light-hearted chatter.
 
“Mmm-hmmm, oh yes, raising a boy is challenging at times. You wouldn’t believe some of the things I have to put up with. Um-hmm ... um-hmmm ... well, everything’s fine now. He’s in the bathroom at this very moment, waiting for me to ....”
 
Marie paused for an instant. The image of Jeffrey sitting naked on his bed, masturbating furiously flashed through her thoughts. She smiled as she remembered the words he whispered: “Please ... Mrs. Martin ... don’t laugh at me. Please, Mrs. Martin ... stop looking at me ... give me back my clothes ....”
 
She took a sip of wine and cleared her throat.
 
“I know this sounds strange, Judith, but I have a couple of questions about your new babysitter. Um-hmmm. Well ... did anything funny happen today with Jeffrey? Like what? Well, like I said, this may sound silly but ... well, did he happen to take a bath at your house?”
 
A titter of womanly laughter erupted from the other end of the line, followed by some chatter.
 
“Oh, really? He did? What? Say that again? Really? Oh really. Really?”
 
Marie’s eyes went wide in astonishment. She pursed her lips and took a deep breath as the voice on the other end of the line continued.
 
“You can’t be ser- ... Oh, Judith, you’re teasing me! He did what? Really? Oh my God! He didn’t! Yes, please tell me more! And then I have something to tell YOU!!!”
 
Marie took another sip from her glass and made herself comfortable. Everything was beginning to make sense ... all the sense in the world ....
 
 
***
 
 
It was nearly half an hour later when Marie finally returned to her bedroom. She held a glass of wine in one hand – her fourth for the night – and in the other was her third cigarette of the evening. Her conversation with Judith had been as enlightening as it had been entertaining; it had also roused certain feelings that could not be ignored.
 
Goddammit, after talking to Judith ... after hearing all that ... why am I so ... restless ...?
 
A mischievous smirk curled her lips as she glanced toward the bathroom; Jeffrey was right where she left him, still bent over the vanity, his plump bottom prominently on display, the gleaming glass thermometer still poking out from between his pale, plump cheeks. Except for the rainstorm beating against the windows there wasn’t a sound in the house.
 
Poor baby, she thought to herself. I think the little angel must have dozed off.
 
She put out her cigarette – she really shouldn’t be smoking those things anyway – and looked at herself in the dressing mirror. She surveyed the frumpy, homely figure reflection before her, with its quilted robe, cotton flannel gown, plain face and flat hair. She then glanced in the direction of the bathroom and sighed.
 
No, this will never do. Not after what Judith told me; not after what she said about Jeffrey and his naughty little secret. That nasty, naughty little brat! It’s about time we made some changes around here ....
 
 
***
 
 
“So you’re telling me you caught Jeffrey jacking off in your bathroom? Oh my God, Judith! I am so sorry! Seriously, if I’d known he’d do such a thing I would have never let him in your house, much less babysit for you! My God, I am sooooo sorry!”
 
Marie was beside herself with embarrassment. She never would have thought in a million years that Jeffrey would pull such a stunt, not in the home of one of her friends. Pulling on his pud and making a mess around the house was one thing, but to do it at someone else’s house ... so close to those poor little girls! Oh my fucking God! How could Jeffrey do something so ... so ... so awful!
 
Her thoughts were interrupted by a stream of grotesque laughter on the other end of the line.
 
“BWAAAHAHAHAHAW! *snort!* HAW HAW HAW HAAAAAWWW! *snoooorrrrt!*
HAW HAW HAW HAAAAWWWWW!!!”
 
Marie rolled her eyes. After all these years she still had not gotten used to her friend’s laughter. For someone so pretty to have such an ugly, bizarre laugh, it was just ridiculous.
 
“HAW HAW HAAAAWWW! *snort!* HE HE HAW HAW HAW HAAAWWW!”
 
The good news wat that Judith Martin was not the least bit offended by the events of the past few days; if anything she seemed amused, delighted even!
 
“Oh, I’m so sorry, darling, but I can’t help myself. The whole situation is quite ridiculous, but at the same time it’s quite sweet, really. I haven’t had so much fun in years! After dealing with nothing but a houseful of girls and their problems and drama, a little boy jacking off was no big deal. It was a refreshing surprise, to be honest. Seriously, don’t give it a second thought. It was entertaining to say the least!”
 
Marie frowned for a moment, but then shook her head. Her friend sounded had always had a strange sense of humor, as strange as her laugh. Which in this case was such a relief!
 
Of course she’s happy. This is Judith we’re talking about. Nothing ever surprises her. She’s so awesome!
 
“I have to admit, I put quite a scare into the poor boy,” said the voice on the phone. “I knew you’d probably give him hell when you found out what he’d done ....”
 
“You’re damned right about that,” Marie interjected.
 
“... so I gave him a taste of things to come.” Judith giggled. “He got quite a teasing, I must say. Between the girls and myself, well, I didn’t mean for things to get so out of hand ....”
 
“The girls saw him jacking off, too? Holy shit, Judith ....”
 
There was that giggling again. “No, no they didn’t see him jacking off. Well, if they did they didn’t say anything, and I think they would. But they did get an eyeful, believe me! I don’t know what he told you, but all three of my little brats were horribly rude to your sweet angel ... and he probably thinks I was pretty mean, too.”
 
“Jeffrey hasn’t told me anything. He’s too ashamed, no doubt. But don’t worry about him thinking you were mean. Whatever you did certainly made an impression on him.”
 
“Oh, it did, hmmm? How so?”
 
Now it was Marie’s turn to giggle. “Well ... I caught him jacking off when I came home ....”
 
“Oh my God! Jacking off ... again? So soon after he did it here? That is one horny little boy you got there, darling!”
 
“You’re telling me. Anyway, I was outside his room when I heard his bed squeaking. That’s how I always know he’s jacking off. He thinks I don’t hear him, but I can tell every single time he does it. Anyway, this time was different; I heard the bed squeaking, but I could also hear whispering. It turned out he was talking to himself while he was tugging on his little wiener.”
 
“Talking to himself ... while masturbating? Does he do that often?”
 
“He’s never done it before, not that I know of, at least. Anyway, I think he was playacting, pretending you were with him.”
 
“Pretending ....” The voice on the other end of the line sounded perplexed. “That I was ... with him?”
 
Marie grinned. “Oh yes, for sure! Jeffrey kept saying stuff like, ‘Don’t tease me, Mrs. Martin! Stop looking at me, Mrs. Martin! Don’t be so mean, Mrs. Martin!’ Stuff like that.”
 
There was a long pause, followed by another burst of gross laughter.
 
“BWAAAHAHAHAHAW! *snort!* HAW HAW HAW HAAAAAWWW! *snoooorrrrt!*”
HE HE HAW HAW HAAAWWW!!!”
 
Marie sighed. “You like that, huh? Being my son’s fantasy slut while he jerks off like some sort of pervert?”
 
Judith Martin giggled. “You’re kidding me, right? Of course I love it! This is just hilarious!”
 
Marie sighed. “Yeah, I know, right?”
 
A long sigh emanated from the phone. “So your sweet little boy is jacking off while thinking about mean ol’ Mrs. Martin, huh? Well, I can’t say I’m not flattered.”
 
“Mean ol’ Mrs. Martin with the big boobs, you mean,” Marie retorted. “Like I said, whatever did you, whatever you said to him, you certainly made a huge impression.”
 
There was another long silence.
 
“He sounds like he likes it rough,” the voice on the phone said. I mean, I was pretty mean to him. Probably a little too mean. I hope I haven’t scarred the poor child for life.”
 
Marie giggled. “You probably have. But seriously, isn’t that weird? You tease Jeffrey about jacking off, then he comes home and jacks off ... while pretending to get teased about jacking off? That’s just mindblowing!”
 
She could hear a sigh from the phone. “It’s a good thing he’s not mine,” Judith cooed playfully. “I’d be tempted to help him out.”
 
“Judith! That’s awful! I can’t believe you just said that.”
 
“Oh, don’t be such a fuddy-duddy. Don’t tell me you haven’t thought about it yourself.”
 
A flutter of excitement suddenly swept through Marie’s body. She imagined for an instant that Jeffrey was sitting in her lap, still in his birthday suit, and her hand was wrapped around his erect penis; she bit her lip as she thought about what it would feel like to stroke the turgid organ, the warmth of her son’s boyish excitement and the awkward, sticky mess that would inevitably come. She shook her head and tried to rid herself of such awful thoughts.
 
“Really, Judith, you’re just awful. I would never ....”
 
“Oh really? You’d never?” The voice on the other end teased. “That’s not the Marie I remember. The Marie I used to know loved giving handjobs to horny boys. I seem to recall that one summer when you and your little brother ....”
 
“Judith!” Marie giggled. “I knew I should have never told you that story. You’re so bad!”
 
The two women continued to discuss the situation, laughing and chatting like the pair of naughty schoolgirls they once were. Between their jubilation and revelations they had quite a conversation, unlike any other they’d ever had before. By the time they were done a young boy’s fate had been determined and a long-time bond was rendered anew.
 
“So, you’re still going to let Jeffrey babysit for me, right?” Judith asked. “I mean, you don’t have to if don’t want to, but if he doesn’t that means I have to start calling ....”
 
“Oh no, he’s going to keep right on babysitting, for sure,” Marie interjected. “I insist. If it were anybody else I might call it off, but ... well, I kinda want to see where this all ends up. I think you do, too.”
 
“Absolutely! Count me in!” Judith insisted. “We need to get together at the end of the week and compare notes. I’m going to want to hear everything. And I mean everything!”
 
“Me too,” Marie agreed. “Saturday, perhaps? I could use the distraction. My job is driving me crazy.”
 
“Saturday it is,” purred the voice on the phone. “Jeffrey still has to survive tomorrow and Friday. The poor thing. I’d say by then you and I will have plenty more to talk about. I doubt you’ll even think about that silly old job while you’re here.”
 
“Looking forward to it.” Marie smiled. “Thank you, Judith. For being so open about this. I’m so sorry he’s such a perv. And I hope the girls ....”
 
“The girls are fine, believe me!” declared her friend. “Like I said, dear heart, this is the most fun I’ve had in ages! It’s been fun for my little sweeties, too. And educational. I was wondering how I was going to teach them about the birds and the bees, but thanks to your little baby boy it’s all working out just perfectly!”
 
“Well, if you say so ....”
 
“I do say so. Don’t be sorry! Be happy! Now, I’ve got to go pee and you have a son to educate. Go teach that boy a lesson!”
 
 
***
 
 
Standing alone in her bedroom, Marie bit her lip as she thought about what her friend said. Everything was different now, more so than she even dreamed.
 
Mmmm-hmmmm ... I need to change things up a bit if I’m going to make this work. I mean, why should Judith Martin have all the fun? She’s right, of course. I need to teach Jeffrey a lesson ... yeah, that’s what I need to do ... teach him a lesson he’ll never forget ....
 
“This could be interesting, Marie,” she whispered as she began unfastening her robe. “You are a wicked woman. Such a bad, bad mama ....”
 
Naked as the day she was born, Marie Walton stepped silently into her private bathroom, wine glass in hand, a mischievous grin curling her lips. Jeffrey was just as she left him, leaning over the vanity, his head resting on his arms in apparent slumber.
 
“Poor little baby,” she whispered to herself. “I bet his head is spinning after all he’s been through so far.”
 
Marie was careful not to disturb the naked lad as she stepped behind him, holding her breath and trying not to laugh. She was both amused and aroused by the preposterousness of her predicament.
 
“Goddammit Marie, this is crazy! You must be out of your mind to be doing this ....”
 
She then gave her reflection a studious, critical stare. She allowed her eyes to linger over the ponderous breasts, narrow waist and wide, round hips, and she watched with a smile as the woman in the mirror reached up with both hands and cupped her breasts, aiming the long, pointed nipples in her direction.
 
“Not bad for a thirty-five year old divorcee,” she murmured with more than a little satisfaction. She picked up a brush and ran it through her hair. “You’re a fine-looking woman, Marie Walton. Not as young as you used to be, but still a fine-looking woman.”
 
She ran the brush through her hair one more time and then, after emptying her wine glass, she gave her reflection a wink and a smile.
 
“Okay, girlfriend ... it’s showtime ....”
 
The rain had stopped, leaving the house in complete silence. Marie cleared her throat and spoke so loud that it startled the unsuspecting target of her affection:
 
“Wake up, sleepy head!” she sang out. She gave the napping child a hard SMACK on his bare bottom as she spoke. “Mama’s back, so nap time’s over! Wakey wakey, rise and shine!”
 
Jeffrey’s entire body jerked in a panic, his head popping up so fast it was almost comical.
 
“OWWW!!! MOM??? HEY, THAT HURT!!!”
 
The baffled boy blinked and looked through the mirror, his eyes wide with surprise and just a little bit of anger. Being awakened in such a rude – and painful! – manner was confusing enough, but when he looked into the mirror and saw his unclothed mother standing behind him, his bewilderment was beyond inconceivable.
 
“Mom ... Mom?” he croaked. “What ...? Um ... wow. I mean, um ... Mom! Whe- ... wh-where are ... are y-y-your c-c-clothes?”
 
“Where are my clothes?” She laughed as she reached down and turned on the bathtub faucet. “Where are YOUR clothes? I think that’s the real question here, don’t you?”
 
Marie took her time as she fiddled with the spigot, staying bent over the tub way longer than necessary. She wiggled her butt just a bit, curious to see if her actions attracted any undue attention. Which they did. The grinning woman watched with amusement as Jeffrey stared at her bare posterior. The stunned youngster blinked, shook his head, then blinked again.
 
“But ... Mom ... you ... you’re ... n-n-naked. You ... you’re never ... naked! Where are your ... your clothes ...?”
 
Marie stood up and shrugged, adding just enough effort to make her breasts bounce and wiggle about in the process. “I took them off, silly boy. You don’t expect your mama to take a bath with her clothes on, do you?”
 
Jeffrey’s eyes were locked in on his mother’s nipples. “You’re going ... to ... t-t-to t-t-take ... a b-b-bath? Now?”
 
“Yes, I’m going t-t-to t-t-take a b-b-bath,” the smiling woman teased. “Do you mind if I do? It is my bathroom after all, and I’ve had a long day. I worked hard and I got rained on and then I came home to find my darling son jacking off and making an ugly mess. Believe me, that’s a rough day. I think I deserve a bath and so I’m going to take one!”
 
“But ... but Mom ....” The flustered lad lowered his eyes, obviously shamed by the reference to his earlier offense. “You can’t take a bath. I mean ... I’m still ... here. I mean, I’ve got ... what about taking my temperature? Aren’t you gonna ... you know ... take out that stupid thermometer? It’s st-still in my ... m-my ... m-m-my b-b-butt!”
 
The naked woman shrugged, putting in an extra effort to make her breasts bounce about for the benefit of her near-sighted audience. She wanted to make certain she had his full and undivided attention; judging from the expression on his face, she did.
 
“Oh, just leave it in for a while longer,” she said in a playful, teasing voice. “It’s not going to hurt anything. A few more minutes and we’ll get a more accurate reading. Is that okay with you? Of course it is. Don’t worry about it. You’ll be fine. It’s not like you’re going anywhere ... unless you want to go jack off again behind my back!”
 
“MOM!!!” Jeffrey buried his face in his hands. “Can we please not talk about that anymore???!!!”
 
Marie was ecstatic with confusion she’d created. Between showing off her body and constantly shaming Jeffrey about his naughty little habit, she was having the time of her life! She couldn’t explain it, but it felt ... well, it felt absolutely GLORIOUS knowing that he was watching her each and every move. How amazing it felt to have such an effect on her own son, to throw him off his guard and cause such him such mental chaos. How fun was that? How fun, how wonderful! How ... how ... exhilarating it felt!
 
The poor kid, she thought happily, without his glasses he’s missing out on the best parts. I’ll have to do something about that, I guess.
 
“Don’t move,” she ordered. “I need to do something. Don’t go anywhere!”
 
“Where am I gonna go?” the blushing child replied.
 
Marie quickly dashed out of the bathroom. Within a minute she was back, holding her son’s oversized horn-rimmed glasses in her hands. She held them up in an elegant pose, her womanly breasts rising and falling as she caught her breath from having rushed down the hall and back in such short order
 
“Ta-da! Look what I got!” She leaned over her son’s naked body and placed the spectacles on his face with such dramatic flair she might have been putting a crown on his head; the sensation of her breasts rubbing across his bare skin sent a shiver of delight through her soul.
 
“If you’re gonna stare at your mama’s titties you may as well get a good look!”
 
“I ... I wasn’t ... looking ....” Jeffrey fumbled the words as he readjusted his glasses to sit comfortably on his face.
 
“Oh sure you were!” Marie curled her lip in a knowing, leering smile. “Don’t even try to deny it, Jeffrey Walton! Mama knows what little boys like. You can’t help it. You just like looking at Mama’s pretty boobies.”
 
“MOM!!! STOP SAYING THAT!!!”
 
With a mischievous smirk on her face, Marie Walton took her time as she prepared her bathwater, sashaying back and forth across the bathroom, moving her hips and putting her bare butt on display as she fetched the various oils and soaps from this cabinet and that. Being shamelessly flirtatious and naked before her son was her newest guilty pleasure and she savored every second of the experience!
 
The giddy woman glanced down at her breasts. My God, woman, your nipples are getting hard! Marie Walton, you have finally done it. Acting like a horny schoolgirl in front of your own son! He’s just a child, for God’s sake! I swear, you’ve become just as perverted as any man could hope to be!
 
Once the tub was filled with warm water and suds, Marie paused for a moment and looked over to see Jeffrey watching through the vanity mirror. His watery blue eyes were transfixed on her naked bosom as though he was hypnotized, tracking her every move. She turned left, then right, and laughed to see his focus shift from side to side in synch with her body.
 
Mmmm, a titty man, just like his father, she mused silently. I wonder how he’d react if I did something really outrageous?
 
She surprised herself as she suddenly lifted up the toilet seat and sat down with an audible “plop!” She took a deep breath and then spread her thighs apart to ensure that her thick, curly pubic hair was in full view of anyone who might want to look; she glowed with satisfaction as a twisted expression of wonder took over her son’s face.
 
“Mom!” The shocked teenager looked over his shoulder at his mother in complete disbelief. “What ... what are you d-d-doing?! EWWW!!! You ... y-y-you can’t d-d-do th-that! Not with m-me in ... in here!”
 
“Oh shush, Jeffrey! Don’t be so dramatic. I’m just making tinkle.” The smirking woman gave her son a flirtatious wink. “Besides, you don’t have to look, do you? If seeing me tinkle bothers you, then just stop looking.”
 
“Well, no ... but ... but that’s ... th-that’s not what ... not what I meant.”
 
It was at that point that Marie let loose with a powerful flow of urine into the toilet bowl. The sound of splashing water was both awkward and thrilling.
 
“MOM! You ... you ... y-y-you’re PEEING in front of me! EWWW!!!”
 
“I told if you don’t like it, then don’t look.” Marie did her best to sound serious. “You’re one to complain, you little hypocrite. I mean, it’s not like I’m playing with my pickle in front of my mother. Or making a sticky mess her good sheets. Not like somebody else I know.”
 
With that she let loose her bowels and felt her body void itself; this was the first time she could recall ever doing so in front of someone else ... and it felt absolutely evil. She fluttered her eyelashes innocently and sit with her hand on her knees, prim and proper, as though nothing improper had happened.
 
Jeffrey turned back to the mirror and covered his eyes with his hands. Marie felt nothing but pleasure as he mumbled, “This isn’t happening. This can’t be ... real. Maybe I’ll wake up in a little while and it’ll all just be some weird dream ....”
 
Once her body had done what came naturally, the naked woman meticulously wiped herself – both front and rear, of course! – and she stood up and flushed the toilet. She watched with delight as Jeffrey tried to avoid looking at her through the mirror, but the poor boy couldn’t help staring at her furry bush.
 
“Ain’t you cute,” she cooed, “peeking at your mama’s pretty pussy.”
 
“I ... I wasn’t ... didn’t mean ... to ....”
 
Ignoring her son’s whining protests, Marie Walton stepped slowly into the tub, knowing full well that her every move was being watched. After much primping and posing – for dramatic effect, of course – she finally laid back, letting her body relax as it had never before; by now those four glasses of wine were taking their toll on her.
 
“You want to see where you came from, hmmm, pretty boy? I don’t mind. Here, take a good, long look!”
 
The light-headed woman spread her legs wide and ran her hands over her pubic mound, pulling apart the lips and splashing them with warm, soapy water; she had to laugh as Jeffrey turned away in a show of guilt. She laughed again as he faltered long enough to steal a squinting glance at the forbidden scene.
 
“Naughty naughty boy,” the happy woman cooed in a sing-song voice. “Watching your mama taking her bath, is that something a good little boy should be doing?”
 
The flustered youth averted his gaze, if only for a few seconds. He cleared his throat and shifted his weight from one leg to the other, causing his bottom to jiggle just a bit. Marie smiled to see the shiny glass thermometer twinkle under the light of the vanity as his anal muscles flexed with each movement.
 
“I ... I can’t ... can’t help ... it,” Jeffrey croaked. “I mean ... well, it’s not my fault, Mom. I mean, I didn’t mean to look, but you ... y-y-you’re the one who came in here all na- ... n-naked and stuff.”
 
“Hey, like I said before, little mister, it’s my bathroom. I can do whatever I want. If you don’t like it, don’t look!” She shot him a smug smirk. “But if you do look, don’t lie about it.”
 
Jeffrey glanced away, just for a second, then returned his gaze. The poor boy was obviously confused as heck.
 
“Yes Mama,” he croaked weakly.
 
There was a moment of awkward silence as Marie proceed to soap up her washcloth and run it all over her body; she began with her neck, then her shoulders, chest and stomach. She then her breasts, spending more time than usual on her nipples and aureoles before lifting each boob carefully and running the soapy cloth underneath.
 
She got up on her knees in the middle of the tub and proceeded to soap up her buttocks, making an elaborate production of scrubbing the crevice in between her cheeks. She was rewarded when she looked up and saw Jeffrey’s eyes wide open, gazing helplessly at her.
 
“Let’s have a little talk,” she said as she carefully and slowly continued her ablutions. “I got a call from Mrs. Martin while I was downstairs a few minutes ago.”
 
She watched Jeffrey’s expression in the mirror. Just as she expected, his eyes went wide with guilt. She smiled to herself as he bit his lip in a most incriminating fashion.
 
“You ... you ... did?” He looked down, as if in shame. “Um, okay ....”
 
“Um-hmmm. We had a nice long talk about her favorite babysitter. You know what she told me?” The anxious lad shook his head. Marie smiled. She was slurring her words and for a moment thought perhaps she might have consumed too much wine.
 
“She told me the most fascinating story. Among other things, she said you’ve been taking showers and baths at her house for some strange reason. Is that true, Jeffrey? Have you been taking showers and baths at Mrs. Martin’s house? Hmm? Hmmm?”
 
Once again Jeffrey bit his lip. Marie smiled. The pitiful thing. He was going to draw blood if he wasn’t careful.
 
“Um ... well ....”
 
“Don’t you dare lie to me,” the naked woman prompted. She made a curious sight, no doubt, kneeling in the soapy water with her hand on her hip and shaking a nagging finger at her son. “You’re in enough trouble as it is. Lie to me again and I promise you will regret it. Did you or did you not take a shower while you were at Mrs. Martin’s house?”
 
The youngster frowned, then sighed. “Um, yes ma’am. I mean, I guess ... guess so.”
 
Marie raised an eyebrow. “You guess so? You guess so what?”
 
“Um, I mean ... I guess I did ... take a bath ... maybe. And ... and a shower, too, I guess.”
 
“You guess maybe?! What does that mean? Either you did or you didn’t. So which is it?
 
“Um ... I ... I did ... I guess.” The blushing teenager squirmed where he stood. “I ... I didn’t do anything wrong. I ... I just took a bath. And a shower, too.
 
“A bath and a shower, huh? And when was that?”
 
Jeffrey’s face was the very definition of guilt and shame; his eyes glistened with tears and his cheeks glowed with emotion. “Yes- ... yesterday. And ... today.”
 
Marie clucked her tongue a display of maternal suspicion. “Okay, so why are you taking showers and baths in somebody else’s house? Come on, Jeffrey, speak up. Tell me what happened. Start talking!”
 
“It wasn’t my fault! I p-p-promise, Mama. It wasn’t my fault!”
 
“What do you mean it’s not your fault? You weren’t doing anything perverted, were you? My God, were you jacking off again? Please tell me you didn’t jack off in Mrs. Martin’s bathroom!”
 
The horrified boy blanched at the suggestion. “No Mama, I ... I ... didn’t ... do ... that.”
 
“You didn’t do what? Come on, say it. You do it enough, you can at least say it.”
 
Jeffrey’s face looked like it was about to break out in tears. “I didn’t ... jack off.”
 
Marie smiled. She’d always enjoyed teasing her son. She’d done it all his life, practically on a daily basis. But this was different. Different to the point of being absolutely ridiculous.
 
“So then, you didn’t jack off, huh? Well, thank goodness for that. So what was with all this bathing and showering? What’s going on with you?”
 
“I dunno,” Jeffrey mumbled. “Do we have to keep talking about this? When can I get this stupid thermometer out of my butt?”
 
“We’ll take it out when I’m good and ready,” the naked woman replied sharply. “Sneaking around in other people’s bathrooms and getting naked and taking baths and showers without their permission. What in the world were you thinking, Jeffrey Walton?”
 
“I dunno. I ... I’m sorry, Mama. I ... really am. I promise.”
 
Marie laid back in the warm water and savored the moment. She was enjoying herself immensely, shooting questions at her son and watching him struggle with the answers. She already knew everything, of course. She just wanted to see him squirm.
 
“Soooo, what’s this about messing your pants? Did you pee yourself? Hmm? No? Oh God, please tell me you didn’t shit yourself!”
 
Jeffrey’s eyes went wide with surprise. His secret was now out and he was about to panic. The smiling woman pressed her advantage.
 
“Come on, Jeffrey, tell the truth. Something happened and I want to know what it was. Either you shit your pants or you pissed them. Which is it? Hmm? Hmmm?”
 
The poor boy looked like he was about to be sick. He was obviously not used to hearing such talk from his mother.
 
“Noooooo ... that’s not what happened. I ... I didn’t ... p-p-poop. I ... just ... peed myself. It ... it’s ... kinda complicated.”
 
“You peed yourself? Do you expect me to believe that?” Again, Marie raised an accusatory eyebrow. “You know what I think happened? I think you got all excited and jacked off and made a mess. You ruined your pants jacking off and you decided to take a shower to hide the evidence. That’s what happened, isn’t it? Hmm? Hmmm?”
 
“Mom! Can we please not ... not talk about ... this ... right now?”
 
The happy woman laughed. This was the most fun she’d had in, well, forever.
 
The bathwater began to cool, so Marie decided it was time to end her son’s suffering. She got out of the tub and dried herself off, taking her time and making sure to let Jeffrey get a good look at her naked body in the process. After hanging up her towel and pulling the plug on the bathwater, she then turned her attention to her son. She couldn’t help but notice the blushing boy’s eyes were once again locked in on her bare breasts and furry privates.
 
“There you go again, looking at Mama’s titties.” Marie giggled. “You were looking at Mama’s pussy, too, weren’t you? Hmm? Hmmm? You naughty, naughty boy!”
 
Jeffrey winced at her words. “Mom, please don’t talk like that. It ... it’s embarrassing!”
 
“You’re going to be really embarrassed if you don’t stop lying to me,” the smirking woman cheerfully chirped. She ran the tip of her finger down his spine to the tip of his tailbone. “Okie dokie, pokie, let’s see if we can get that thermometer out of there ....”
 
Marie pulled a fresh pair of pink rubber gloves from their packet and slipped them over her fingers. A quick glance in the mirror caused her to smile; she was naked except for the pink gloves. She looked at the nude boy beside her and giggled.
 
Ain’t this a funny sight, she thought to herself. I must be really drunk. Drunk and horny, apparently.
 
Humming a happy tune, she spread her son’s cheeks apart and plucked the little glass rod from his hole.
 
“Is it out yet? Mom? Can you stop playing with my butt now? Mom? What are you doing back there? Can I stand up and go to my room now? Please?”
 
“Oh hush, you! Yes, it’s out, but no, you may not leave just yet. I want you to stay right where you are.” Marie Walton studied the thermometer and then shot her son a skeptical look. “Well lookie here. The thermometer says that you’re fine. Your temperature’s normal, so you don’t have a fever. You know what that means, don’t you?”
 
The youngster shook his head.
 
“It means you’re faking being sick. And that’s the same as lying, you know.”
 
By this time Jeffrey was standing upright, but this was not to his advantage. He tried to leave the bathroom, but Marie blocked his way by holding the greased thermometer before his eyes, barely an inch from his nose. He screwed up his face as if he smelled something bad, but he didn’t dare raise a fuss; he’d been caught in a lie and he knew his fate was in the hands of a higher power.
 
“You little liar! Telling your mama you were sick. I ought to whip your fat little butt for that!”
 
“No, please ... Mamaaaaaa ....” Jeffrey cried.
 
“Bend back down, just like before,” the naked woman said coldly. “I’m going to get to the BOTTOM of this if it takes me all night long.”
 
“NO!!! You’re not gonna spank me!” Jeffrey cried out in defiance. He looked left to right, as if he was trying to figure out how to get past her. “You already poked my butt. You’re not gonna spank it, too! I ... I ... I’m n-not g-g-gonna let you!
 
Marie smiled. She put down the thermometer and stood erect, shoulders back, hands on her hips, presenting her naked, statuesque body as a force to be reckoned with. She stepped in close to the anxious lad, forcing him to back up against the vanity; she felt her nipple brush against his chin, she was that close. She felt oddly empowered as she towered over her cowering son. There was no getting past her; not for anything or anybody.
 
“Oh, you’re not going to let me, are you? Tell me, little man, do you think you’re big enough to defy your mother? Really? I brought you into this world and I can take you out! Just try me!”
 
The nude child bit his lip. He looked like he was about to cry. “Please, Mom ... that’s not what ... I ... I ....”
 
“You better think about what you’ve done before you say another word, Jeffrey Walton! First you jack off behind my back and you lie about it; and then you go sneaking around my friend’s house naked like some little pervert, you lie about that, too. And now you’re going to pick a fight with me? Do you really think you’re going to win?”
 
With that she slapped him across the face; it wasn’t a hard slap, just enough to attract his attention. She slapped him again, this time on the other cheek with the back of her hand.
 
The stunned boy gasped, his eyes wide and filled with tears. “Mama ... please ... I didn’t ....”
 
Flushed with excitement, Marie spun Jeffrey around and bent him over the vanity, holding him down with one hand and raising the other up above her head, ready to strike. In the mirror she could see that her actions were already having their effect. The child’s confidence waned and a dim light of fear flickered in his eyes.
 
“What are you going to do, big boy? Are you going to run and hide? Or run away from home? How about calling your daddy? I bet he’d love to hear all about your little problems.”
 
“Nooooo ... I mean, please, Mom. I ... I’m too old for a spanking. Please, don’t spank me. Please?”
 
The time for hesitation was over. Marie snatched up the hairbrush she’d just used on her hair, flipped it over in her hand so the flat side was down and she smacked her son’s plump bottom with just enough force to test the waters.
 
“OW!!! MOM!!! PLEASE! NO! PLEEEEEEEASSSSE! DON’T!”
 
Jeffrey’s pleading added to the satisfying “CRACK!” encouraging her to take a second whack, this time at the other cheek. It felt good, the sensation of the brush in her hand, the swinging of her arm and the resulting blow on the soft, fat flesh.
 
“EEEEEEE!!!! PLEASE STOP! IT HURTS! IT HURTS! NO MORE! NO MORE!”
 
She repeated the action a third time, then a fourth, then a fifth – WHAP! SLAP! SMACK! WHACK! – losing count after that, just for a moment. Later, upon reflection, she guessed that she wailed on Jeffrey’s poor butt at least a dozen times, perhaps a bit more. No matter. She made her point and in turn she got nothing but complete obedience from her contrite and tearful offspring.
 
“Please, Mama ... don’t spank ... me ... no more ....”
 
“We’re going to have a new understanding, you and I,” she said. “No more secrets, no more jacking off behind Mama’s back, no more nastiness. You are too young to be following that path, little mister, and I’m going to make sure you get back on the straight and narrow. Do you understand me? I asked you a question, little mister! Do you understand me???”
 
The tearful boy nodded. “I ... I understand,” he sobbed. “Please, Mama ... no more spanking ... please ... no more ....”
 
Marie nodded. “Then do as I say. Lay your pretty little head back down. Do it now!”
 
Jeffrey didn’t argue, he didn’t fuss, he didn’t ask any questions. Rather than challenge his mother chose to return to his submissive position, bending over at the waist and placing his hands on the vanity and laying down his head. His voice trembled with fear.
 
“Please Mom ... I ... I’ll be good.” His voice was choked and pitiful. “I ... I p-p-promise! I’ll be ... be good. Please ... don’t spank me again!”
 
Marie grinned. She wasn’t going to spank him again. She was going to do something that would have a more lasting effect. And be a lot more fun, at least as far as she was concerned.
 
“You are so wicked, Marie Walton,” she whispered. “And such a bad, bad mama ....”
 
 
To be continued ....
 

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Jeffrey’s Adventures in Babysitting
by David


Chapter Ten – Mama’s Loving Touch
 
 
Marie Walton was flush with excitement! Staring down at her son’s naked body, she pondered the events of the evening and felt a mischievous, almost evil urge to reach out and do something ... evil.
 
Thirteen year old Jeffrey was bent over the bathroom sink with his bare bottom open to her unfettered view. He’d been like that for more than an hour, helpless and vulnerable, punishment for being argumentative.
 
It’s his own fault, she reasoned. If he’d just do as I said, he wouldn’t be in this mess.
 
Oh hell, Marie, that’s not true! It’s all been coming to this, ever since the divorce. Ever since you found out he’s been jacking off. Don’t even try to fool yourself. You’re becoming such a perv!
 
Marie knew very well that she was on the verge of doing something irreversible; it was also most likely immoral and probably even illegal. But she was going to do it anyway. Life was too short to not try.
 
What the hell ... I may as well, she thought ruefully. I mean, who’s to know? It’s not like he’s going to say anything to anybody ... not if I have him figured right.
 
The naked woman picked up the jar of petroleum jelly and dipped her gloved finger into it. She then put her hands on Jeffrey’s cheeks, and she smiled as he gave a little flinch.
 
“Um, Mom ... Mama ...? What are ... are ... you d-d-doing ...?”
 
Marie bit her lips as she forcefully spread Jeffrey’s cheeks wide apart. A familiar feeling of empowerment coursed through her body as she applied the greasy goop to the puckered flesh before her. She almost laughed to see the pink aperture twitch under her touch.
 
“Uh-oh! Ain’t that the cutest little thing!” she teased. “It looks like someone is flirting with his mama.”
 
“Please ... Mama,” the helpless child whispered. “Do you have to talk like that? It’s too embarrassing as it is!”
 
“I’m your mama, so I can do anything I want,” Marie said smugly. She let her finger perform little twirl around the outside edge of her son’s winking sphincter to make her point. “Or do you need another spanking to help you remember that?”
 
Jeffrey moaned. “Oh gosh, please, Mama! No spanking! Please ... no more ....”
 
The smiling woman nodded. “Remember, I did this plenty of times before when I used to change your diapers. You keep acting like a baby, you get treated like a baby.”
 
Marie Walton reveled in the surge of authority she felt as she pressed her middle finger deep inside her son’s body. She looked up to see Jeffrey’s face reflected in the vanity mirror; the poor boy looked like he was about to die, his mouth open in a perfect “O” and his eyes practically rolling back in his head.
 
“Oh ... gosh ... oh gosh ... oh gosh oh gosh ... *gasp!* ... oooooooh ... gooosssshhhhh ....”
 
Emboldened by her son’s reaction, Marie Walton didn’t hold back her enthusiasm or her curiosity; indeed, she remembered all of those times when the male gender had its fingers inside of her, the little boys at summer camp, that teacher in junior high, those jocks at college, her doctor, her husband, ... all exploring and probing and finger-fucking her until she was breathless, red-faced and dripping wet with passion. And now here she was, exploring her son’s virgin bottom with just as much zeal and passion, if not more.
 
“Oh gosh ... Mom ... *gasp!* ... Mama ....” Jeffrey whimpered as the rude digit entered his rectum, going in and out ... in and out ... in and out. “Oh ... my ... gosh ... *gasp!* ... oooohhhh ... gossshhhh ....
 
“Mom ... Mama ... *gasp!* ... oh, Mamaaaaaaa ....”
 
For a minute or so there was a momentary squeezing of the anal muscles, but then Marie felt them relax and loosen up, as if in surrender. She used the opportunity to slide her forefinger in alongside its predecessor, stretching the youngster’s sphincter just that much more; his whole body, it seemed, tensed up and then went limp, finally accepting his mother’s domineering force with absolutely no resistance.
 
“OH GOSH! Ooooooh ... oh oh oh oh ... my ... g-g-gosh ....”
 
“That’s good boy,” Marie cooed as her fingers wiggled and waggled about playfully deep inside the tight ring of flesh. “See? Doesn’t this feel good? So much better than playing with your little pickle, don’t you think?”
 
Through the mirror she could see Jeffrey’s face; just a few minutes before it was twisted and horrified, but now it was dreamy and dazed. She watched with interest as his eyes crossed and uncrossed and rolled about uncontrollably; his plump, Cupid’s bow lips were barely parted, trembling like fluttering rose petals as he moaned and whimpered helplessly under her touch.
 
“Yes ... Mama ... *gasp!* ... ummm-hmmmm ... oh gosh ... oh gosh ... *gasp!* ... ooooohhhhh ... my ... *gasp!* ... gosh!”
 
Marie smiled as she finally found what she was looking for. She rolled her fingers about and pressed gently against a little bump deep within the youngster’s anal canal; in turn she was rewarded with a sudden gasp, along with a spasm of uncontrolled squirming.
 
Aha, she thought smugly. There it is ... his little boy G-spot! I’ve got him now, the precious darling.
 
“See what happens when you tell the truth to your mama?” she sang as she pressed against her son’s prostate gland. “She’s a lot smarter than you think, hmmm? She knows what a naughty, nasty little boy you’ve been, so there’s no use in lying to her, right? Hmm? Am I right? Hmmm?”
 
That’s when the finger-fucking really began. Marie bit her lip as she increased the pressure on the sensitive bump inside her son’s bottom, going from assertive to aggressive, almost to the point of cruelty. The distracted boy gasped and squirmed under the assault, his emotions bouncing all about in chaos, not quite crying, not quite laughing.
 
“You’ve been a bad little boy, Jeffrey Walton,” she sang as she worked her finger in and out of her son’s little hole. “Jacking off in my house ... thinking all those dirty, nasty thoughts ... while your mama is just down the hall ... and messing in her good sheets. And then lying to her face about what you’ve been doing. Mmmm-hmmm, Jeffrey Walton, you are a bad, bad little boy ....”
 
Jeffrey’s spirit seemed to wane as the whispering took affect. “Please, I’m sorry, Mama ... *gasp!* ... I’m ... I’m sorry I ... *gasp!* ... lied to you ....”
 
Marie nodded. “That’s all right, sweetheart. You’re not going to do that again, are you? You’re not going to lie to Mama anymore ... you’re going to be a good boy and always tell Mama the truth, right? Hmm? Hmmm?”
 
She gave Jeffrey another hard, aggressive poke in his butthole, followed by a playful twirl this way and that across the delicate bump deep within. She smiled when she got the response she desired.
 
“Oh, gosh! ... *gasp!* ... Mamaaaaa! ... *gasp!* ... Oh gosh oh gosh oh gosh ... *gasp!* ... oh gosh!!!
 
“EEEEEEEEEE!!!! Mamaaaaaaa!!!!”
 
Jeffrey squealed, partly out of surprise, partly out of ... well, it didn’t sound like he was exactly in pain. It sounded like pleasure, joyous rapture even! Marie felt the squirming youth’s bottom open up and then close hard against her hand, as to encourage her to press even harder.
 
Mmmm, somebody likes getting his bottom poked, she thought happily.
 
She let go with a little laugh as she continued to scold the teenager as if he was a small child.
 
“And you’re not going to jack off anymore, either.” She gave her son’s butthole another little twirl. “Do you understand me? No more jacking off ... or Mama is going to have to punish you. You don’t want that do you, for Mama to punish ... you ...?”
 
“Noooooo ... *gasp!* ... no ma’am. Oh gosh ... no Mama ... I don’t ... *gasp!* ... want you to ... *gasp!* ... punish me ....
 
“OOOOOOOHHHHH ... GOD!!!”
 
By this time Jeffrey was frantic with emotion. His naked, vulnerable body writhed and wriggled as he struggled to remain on his feet. Marie pressed her fingers deeper into his rectum, forcing him to spread his cheeks even further apart and raise up his bottom as high as he could.
 
I know exactly how he feels, she mused ruefully. This is just like when his father used to bend me over the kitchen table and fuck me in the ass. Ah, like mother, like son ....
 
“Mom, please, no more!” The squirming teenager rolled his head about, doing his best to catch his breath. “Oh gosh! *gasp!* Mama! Please, this is embarrassing! ... *gasp!* ... Please ... stop ... *gasp!* ... Your fingers ... they ... it feels ... I feel ... funny ....”
 
Marie giggled. “You should be embarrassed. Here I’ve been telling everybody what a good boy you are. But you’re not a good boy, are you? You’re a nasty, dirty little boy, jacking off all the time and messing up mama’s sheets, getting them all sticky and nasty. Good boys don’t disobey their mamas, do they? Hmm? Do they?”
 
Jeffrey gasped as his mother gave his bottom another poke and a twirl. “No ma’am ... *gasp!* ... Good boys ... *gasp* ... don’t do ... *gasp!* ... that.
 
“Oooooh ... myyyy ... *gasp* ... goooosssshhhhh ....”
 
Marie raised an eyebrow and pressed hard against her son’s rectum.
 
“You’re going to be a good boy from now on, aren’t you?”
 
“Yes Mama ... I’m going to be ... *gasp!* ... good.”
 
She pressed on his boyish gland again, massaging it repeatedly and forcefully as she spoke.
 
“And you’re not going to mess up your mama’s sheets anymore, are you? Hmm? Hmmm?”
 
The poor lad’s face and chest glowed red with excitement. He squirmed uncontrollably under his mother’s manipulations, huffing and puffing as hard as he could.
 
“No ... *gasp!* ... Mama ... I won’t do it ... *gasp!* ... any more ... I ... *gasp!* ... I promise ... I promise ... *gasp!* ...”
 
Marie smiled. “That’s what I want to hear. You better not let me catch you doing it again. And I’ll know if you do. Mama knows everything you do, doesn’t she? Hmm? That’s right, Mama knows everything. Say it ... say, Mama knows everything. Say it!”
 
The breathless child nodded, his eyes wide and his mouth shiny wet with saliva. “Mama ... *gasp!* ... Mama knows ... everything.”
 
Marie decided it was time to end her interrogation. She had more questions, but they could wait.
 
The poor little thing, he’s so excited he can’t stand it, she thought happily. I guess I shouldn’t make him suffer too long.
 
She worked the little bump inside her son’s rectum with a vengeance, massaging it in a rapid, purposeful rhythm; within seconds Jeffrey’s young body tensed up and gave a most definite shudder. The curious woman leaned over and watched smugly as a slimy stream of sticky fluid slowly seeped from the slender, straining penis.
 
Oh Marie, you’ve done it now, she thought ruefully. Finger-fucking your son ... making him drip like this ... you’re a wicked, wicked woman ... such a bad mama.
 
“Mom ... Mama ... *gasp!* ... please ... I’m ... I gotta ... go ... *gasp!* ... MOM!!! It ... it’s gonna ... ooooohhhhh ... gooosssshhhh ....”
 
Marie had been using her free hand to hold her son’s cheeks wide apart, but she now rubbed his belly, literally kneading his spasming abdomen over and over again as she finger-fucked his butt. She didn’t intend to touch Jeffrey’s penis, but the temptation was too great and she quickly gave in, allowing her hand to lightly brush underneath the tip of the turgid organ.
 
“Don’t you dare, Jeffrey Walton,” she whispered in his ear. “Don’t you dare ... spurt. You better not make a mess ... not while Mama’s watching you ....”
 
“I ... *gasp!* ... I’m ... trying ... *gasp!* ... not to ....” the trembling lad squeaked.
 
Marie grinned as she casually and carelessly caressed the sensitive tip of her son’s penis with the heel of her hand. She knew from experience that poor child was frustrated and that he was yearning for her to grab his organ tight; all men, all boys, sought the sensation of warm, tight flesh around their silly willies, but that was not going to happen. She wanted her son to suffer for his sins, for him to be excited and frustrated as he’d never been before.
 
“Don’t you do it, dirty boy,” she repeated in a mocking, sing-song voice. “Don’t you dare spurt while your mommy’s watching you!”
 
Marie was fully aware of what she was doing. In addition to masturbating her son, she berated him, taunting him and teasing him and doing everything she could to trigger a shame response. It amused her to see that her efforts were having the desired affect; the frantic child shuddered under her touch, his breath erratic, his face red and his eyes rolled back in his head.
 
“Don’t you dare make a mess while your mommy’s watching you!”
 
“Ma- ... Mamaaaaaaa ....”
 
Isn’t this funny, Marie thought to herself. He just turned thirteen and he’s already a little pervert! Just like his father. Oh well, it’s only a matter of seconds before he goes over the edge.
 
“You nasty, naughty little boy ... you better not make a mess in front of your mama ....”
 
Goddammit, Marie, she thought to herself. Jacking off your own son ... finger-fucking him and scolding him like he’s a horny man. He’s still a child ... YOUR child! What the fuck are you thinking ...?
 
Suddenly, it happened! Jeffrey’s body tensed up and he arched his back, his eyes glazed over and his mouth forming a perfect “O” as he moaned uncontrollably. And then she felt it come, the most rewarding concoction of viscous, silver-white semen came squirting out of her son’s penis, spewing forth in brisk, deliberate pulses, splatting sloppily against the vanity and the tile floor.
 
“Jeffrey Walton! You nasty, nasty boy ... look what you’ve done!” Marie cooed sweetly. “You’ve made such a mess ... and in front of your mama, too. You got jism everywhere! Aren’t you ashamed of yourself ... you nasty ... nasty ... little boy ....”
 
“Oh gosh! Oh gosh! Mama ...,” the spasming child mumbled. “I-I-I-I ... I ... I’m s-s-so s-s-soooorrrrreeeeee ....”
 
Another spastic jolt hit the boy, along with yet more semen. Marie bit her lip to keep from laughing at the endearing yet ridiculous sight.
 
“Oh gosh ... *gasp!* ... I ... I’m s-s-sorry, Mama. *gasp!* I ... I couldn’t help it ....”
 
The conniving woman grinned to see the result of her ministrations. Jeffrey was completely under her control, submissive to her slightest wish. She gave the shivering boy’s prostate another nudge with her fingertips and she bared her teeth with depraved delight as a third stream of steaming, sticky slime surged from his penis. The front of the vanity and the tile floor looked like someone had flung a bowl of tapioca pudding all over everything.
 
“Jeffrey! What on earth!!!??? You did it again! My goodness, child, were you excited or something?”
 
“Oh gosh ... *gasp!* ... oh ... gosh ....” Jeffrey squeaked in breathless wonder. “I’m sorry, Mama ... I’m sorry I’m really really sorreeeeeeeeee ....”
 
Sighing deeply, Marie felt herself to back into “mom mode” and she couldn’t help but fuss at the hapless boy.
 
“I can’t believe the mess you made!” she fussed. “Just look at what you’ve done! Somebody has some cleaning up to do. And some explaining to do, too!”
 
Jeffrey lifted his head and looked up at his mother through the mirror. Marie was pleased to see his demeanor was one of deep and sincere contrition, not to mention exhaustion and delerium.
 
“I said I’m sorry,” he whispered weakly.
 
“Hmmm, you’re sorry all right.” Marie rolled her eyes in motherly annoyance. “You’re just lucky you didn’t do that in your bed. You know how I feel about sticky sheets.”
 
The chastened lad nodded, then dropped his head in disgrace. “Yes ma’am.”
 
“I’ve been warning you all along, don’t make a mess in my sheets, haven’t I?”
 
“Yes ma’am,” Jeffrey repeated.
 
There was a moment of uncomfortable silence. Marie suddenly realized she was so caught up in her thoughts she forgotten to remove her fingers from Jeffrey’s butthole. It was just as well. She wanted to choose her words carefully, to set the stage for whatever might come next; a little physical persuasion might prove helpful.
 
“Okay, here’s the deal, Lucille.” She sang the words sassily as she curled her fingers up inside her son’s bottom, hooking the edge of his sphincter and giving it a sharp tug; judging from the way he practically jumped, she most definitely had his attention. “You lied to me about jacking off, didn’t you? Come on, don’t be shy. Admit it already. You said so a few minutes ago, right? I want to hear you say it again.”
 
With every word Marie gave Jeffrey’s anal canal an upward yank with her fingers, causing him to go up on his tiptoes in a desperate attempt to relieve the pressure. The naked lad shifted his weight from left to right, clearly feeling as uncomfortable with the demands posed by his mother as he was with her forceful, probing fingers inside his rectum.
 
“Please, Mom ... Mama ... don’t make me ... say it. Not ... again.”
 
“Say it,” she sang, giving his hole yet another upward tug. “Come on, tell Mama the truth. Say it so I can hear it.”
 
Jeffrey’s face was so red, it looked like it was about to pop. Marie had to fight the urge to laugh.
 
“Oh gosh ... okay, okay, I’ll ... I’ll say it,” the blushing boy wheezed. “I’m sorry I ... I j-j-jacked off, Mama. *gasp!* I really am ... oh gosh! ... sorry.”
 
“That’s all right, baby. This time. But if I catch you in another lie,” – the determined woman gave his little hole another upward tug, forcing him to stand up on tiptoe – “I know how to get to the BOTTOM of things now, don’t I?”
 
“Ugh!” Jeffrey grunted. “Um, y-yeah ... uh, yes m-m-ma’am.”
 
Marie suddenly withdrew her gloved fingers from her son’s bottom. Ah, there it was, that sad look of disappointment in his eyes, accompanied by the drooping corners of his mouth and those precious, pouty little lips.
 
Um-hmmm, she thought happily to herself. I think somebody most definitely likes his bottom poked.
 
The next few minutes were spent putting things back in order. Marie Walton closely supervised as her son prepared a soapy washcloth and then got down on his hands and knees and cleaned the sticky ejaculate from the bathroom floor and cabinet. Except for mother and son being naked, it could have been a typical Wednesday evening and they were doing their typical Wednesday night chores.
 
“That’s Mama’s boy! Get down in between the tiles good so they don’t stain. That’s it, scrub all that nasty spunk up so it doesn’t spread all over the house. And take this towel to dry everything ....”
 
Jeffrey looked disgusted. He pushed his oversized horn-rimmed glasses up his nose and whined, “Mom, please ... this is embarrassing enough as it is. Do you have to keep teasing like that?”
 
“Oh, so you think this is teasing?” Marie turned on her “stern mom” face. “You think I’m being mean? Believe me, little mister, you don’t know how mean I can be, so you better watch out!”
 
The blushing boy started to say something, but he pressed his lips tight as if to force himself to keep quiet. With a little moan and a sniff he went back to scrubbing the floor.
 
As her son busied himself, Marie looked at her reflection in the mirror. Her hair was mussed and sweat had beaded up on her forehead, neck and chest, and her breasts rose up and receded as she caught her breath. With the back of her hand she brushed back an errant strand of hair and she wondered if perhaps – just maybe – she’d gone too far in her naughty little game.
 
Does this make me a bad mother? I mean, it’s not like I actually had sex with the child. All I did was take his temperature ... and fiddle around with his bottom a little bit.
 
She sighed. Okay, so I jacked him off. Big deal. He was going to do it anyway, right? And yeah, I finger fucked him a little, but it’s not like he got hurt or anything.
 
Goddamn, I must still be drunk!
 
“You’re missing a whole bunch of jism over there, honey.” Marie gave Jeffrey a push on his bare bottom with the ball of her foot. “No, over there, on the other side of the vanity. Yes, that’s it. Yes dear, I know it’s sticky. Believe me, I know all about that. If you don’t get it all up now you’ll have to work harder when it dries. Yes, I know it’s nasty. Just rinse out your rag and use more soap. There you go ... that’ll help clean it up better.”
 
“Yes, Mama,” the naked lad said with a sigh.
 
Oh Marie, don’t be such a worry wart, a little voice whispered in her ear. The child will be fine. So what if you had a little fun diddling his butt? If you hadn’t done that, he’d be in his room in the dark jacking off like there’s no tomorrow. No, better he learn the facts of life from his mama. After all, a boy’s best friend is his mother.
 
“Good job!” she declared when Jeffrey was finally done. “No, you can’t leave just yet. Give me that washcloth. We’re not quite done. Not by a long shot.”
 
She took the cloth, wet it with warm water and worked it up into a good lather. She then squatted down, resting her butt on her heels, so her eyes were at the same level as Jeffrey’s bottom.
 
“Now, bend over and touch your toes. Mama wants to wash your little tushy and get all that icky petroleum jelly cleaned up. Such a good little boy ....”
 
The naked teenager looked so helpless with his head upside down and his bare bottom sticking straight up. “Mo-o-o-o-o-ommmmm ... please ... EEEEWWWWW!!! That tickles!!!”
 
After scrubbing the humiliated lad’s butthole until it was pink and clean Marie patted it dry with a towel. She then gave him a little kiss on both cheeks and giggled as he responded with a sheepish grin.
 
“Mom, ew!” he said with no great amount of enthusiasm.
 
Marie then washed the thermometer and put it – along with the jar of petroleum jelly – on the countertop.
 
“We’ll keep these handy for next time,” she said as she took off her gloves and dropped them in the trash can.
 
Jeffrey looked at his mother. “Wha- ... what n-next t-t-time?”
 
“The next time I catch you in a lie. Or jacking off again.” The smirking woman winked. “I’m sure we’ll find a reason.”
 
The bewildered lad’s eyes went wide with fright. “I sure hope not!”
 
“Aw, poor wittle, baby. Hims is so mistweated! Come here and give your mama a hug.” Marie pulled her son close to her naked bosom, wrapping her arms around him in a warm, protective embrace. She pushed his face into her cleavage so hard he struggled to speak:
 
“Mom, you’re smothering me. Please ... let ... go.”
 
The nude woman squeezed even harder; she placed her hand on the back of his head and pushed his face deep in between her breasts. “Never! You’re Mama’s wittle baby and I’m never wetting you go, not no way, not no how!”
 
Marie then pulled back and looked down at the flustered teenager. Jeffrey’s blue eyes shone with affection and more than a little confusion. She shot a glance downward and noted with a grin that his penis was again erect, arching upward from between his pudgy thighs.
 
“Looks like somebody is ready for some more fun,” she teased, giving the pink organ three hard flicks with her fingertip, one for each word: “Naughty! Naughty! Naughty!”
 
“Ow! Mom, that hurts!”
 
Brushing his curly locks out of his eyes, she leaned down and pressed her lips against his nose, then his forehead and on each cheek. She then kissed his pink petal-like lips, lingering a bit too long for a motherly smooch.
 
Pulling away suddenly, Marie spun Jeffrey about so they were both facing the vanity mirror. She then put her cheek up against his and made a kissy face at their reflection. A quick glance down showed that her playful actions had caused her son’s penis to twitch and jump with excitement.
 
“Look at those two silly people,” she sang happily. “A pretty mama and her baby doll. Aren’t they a pair?”
 
Jeffrey squinted at the mirror, his face scrunching in a quizzical expression. “I dunno. I guess so.”
 
Marie smiled at the two creatures in the mirror. Seeing herself completely naked, standing behind her equally naked son, her nipple peeking out from around his bare shoulder, gave her such a warm, satisfied feeling; though she could not quite explain it, a feeling of maternal power mixed with a bit of sexual passion and a whole lot of female supremacy set her heart a-flutter.
 
“Mmmmm ... so pretty we are, yes?” The smiling woman made another kissy face toward the mirror; she then squeezed Jeffrey’s lips to likewise pucker up and she forced him to look at their reflection. “See that? I always thought we looked alike. What do you think? Tell me that’s not the face of mama’s pwetty wittle boy!”
 
Jeffrey struggled to reply through rude fingers clutching his mouth.
 “Yeshhh ... ma’am ... I g-g-gueshhh shhhhow.”
 
“Mmmmmm ... you got that right, pretty boy.” Marie turned her son’s face toward her own and she planted yet another moist, lingering kiss on his lips; she knew it was wrong, but the thrill of the forbidden was as intoxicating as it was irresistible.
 
“Mmmmmm ... Mama wuvs her pwetty wittle booooooyyyyyyy!”
 
“Mamaaaaaaa!!!” the surprised lad cried, wiping away the wet lip prints. “Please ... stop it! No more!”
 
“You big baby,” she said playfully. She glanced at the erect penis bobbing before her. “It’s pretty obvious you like kissing your mama. Am I right?”
 
“MOM!!!”
 
“Oh shush! Come help Mama get dressed. Then we’ll have a little treat before going to bed!”
 
The blushing lad sighed. “Can I get dressed, too?”
 
The smiling woman shook her head. “Absolutely not! If you can run around with no clothes on at Judith Martin’s house, then you can do the same here. It’s only fair, little mister!”
 
Jeffrey’s eyes dropped and his bottom lip stuck out. Marie felt her heart melt, he looked so cute, just like he did when he was her little baby boy.
 
 
***
 
 
A few minutes later Marie Walton stood in the middle of her bedroom, hand on her hip, her head tilted to one side in her best fashion model pose. She was draped in a full-length gown made of fragile white chiffon, so sheer, so delicate that it left absolutely nothing to the imagination. The whispery film of ghostly gauze was so thin, so transparent that the brown aureoles around her nipples and her dark furry bush could be clearly seen; it was as though she was wearing absolutely nothing at all.
 
“Mmmmm, this will do, don’t you think?” she murmured as she examined her reflection in the dressing mirror. “Um-hmmmm ... Mama’s still got it, doesn’t she?”
 
The effect on young Jeffrey was more than she hoped for. Over her shoulder she could see him staring at her, a mixture of incredulity and confusion frozen on his plump face. Wearing nothing more than his oversized horn-rimmed glasses, Jeffrey was the picture of boyish innocence in the face of womanly lust; his jaw was dropped open and his eyes went so wide they almost popped out of his head. The poor boy was so taken aback he could not help but stare at the amazing sight before him!
 
“Hello? Jeffrey? My eyes are up here, sweetie. That’s where you’re supposed to look when you talk to people. You really shouldn’t stare at your mama’s pussy like that, you know.” She gave him a wink. “But you can look at her titties all you want, though.”
 
The giddy woman laughed at her little joke, leaving her bewitched boy even more confused and bewildered. She had bought the garment – if one could call it that – as a gift to her ex-husband, though he barely noticed it or what it represented. She’d always thought it incredibly beautiful and glamorous, something that a movie star might wear; she lamented having not gotten more use out of it. A wave of warmth swept over her as she contemplated her son as he stood in awe of her womanly physique; his stunned, glassy-eyed stare, flushed face and twitching weenie triggered a giddy flutter of excitement that tickled her nether regions.
 
Well Marie, you’ve gone too far this time for sure, she thought silently. I really shouldn’t be acting like such a whorish tease.
 
Ah, well ... I’ve gone this far ....
 
“So, how about helping Mama? Here, why don’t you get me some slippers and then help me brush my hair ....”
 
Clad in the sheer chiffon peignoir, Marie watched with amusement as her son went through her shoes in the bottom of the closet; he looked so cute with his plump little bottom sticking up, just like he did when he was a toddler.
 
“Are ... are these o- ... ok-k-k-kay?”
 
She was pleasantly surprised when Jeffrey presented her with a pair of rarely worn feathery high-heeled mules – what her husband called her “fuck me” shoes.
 
“Very good, sweetie,” she cooed. “Why don’t you slip those on my feet for me, okay?”
 
The naked boy shrugged, then knelt before her. Marie bit her lip; she felt like a grand exotic queen lording over a helpless slave boy as she slipped into the exotic-looking footwear one foot at a time. Their effect on her appearance was empowering; they added several inches to her height and forced her broad posterior to perk up. Jeffrey was now forced to crane his head upward when he addressed her at close range, and it was a cinch to pull his face into her breasts as she pulled him in close for yet another a motherly hug.
 
“Such a good boy! Now come help me finish getting ready.”
 
She returned to the vanity where she prompted her nervous son to select some jewelry and perfume. Again, she couldn’t help grinning as he clumsily attached a pair of pearl earrings to her lobes and draped a matching pearl pendant necklace around her neck. A dose of Chanel behind each ear and across her décolletage completed the effect.
 
“Here, you should wear some of this, too, sweetie!” She took the little glass bottle from Jeffrey’s hands and gave him a liberal squirt.
 
“MOM! Don’t do that!” The horrified youngster covered his nose and mouth with his hands, but it was too late. “Eeeeewwww ... that stuff stinks!”
 
“No, it doesn’t, sweetie. It makes you smell beautiful, more beautiful than you already are. Boys can be pretty, too, you know!”
 
She gave Jeffrey another squirt, this time just above his head. The flustered child squinted and coughed as the fine, piercing mist settled into his hair and over his bare skin.
 
“Mmmmmm,” Marie moaned as she pulled her son close and sniffed at him, going from behind his ears and his neck to his underarms and his bare belly. “You’re so sweet, I could just eat you up!”
 
The pretty woman then put Jeffrey to work brushing her hair. In turn, she once again took up the role of meddlesome inquisitor, a role which delighted her immensely; it was so much fun, being pampered and waited on by her naked boy-slave, all while she caused him the worst kind of anguish with her prying questions and suggestive remarks.
 
“Sooooo, you want to tell Mama how come you peed your pants today? And how you ended up naked at Mrs. Martin’s house? Come on, tell me the truth. Unless you want your temperature taken again.”
 
“Can’t we talk about something else?” Jeffrey made the cutest pouty face, though that was probably not his intention. “This feels weird enough as it is.”
 
Marie laughed as she gave the naked lad a hard SLAP! on his bare bottom. “I don’t think you’re in the position of giving orders, naked boy.”
 
She gave his butt another slap, following that up with a playful but intentionally painful pinch in the back of his thigh, causing him to literally jump and squirm about like a little child.
 
“MOM!!! Please! Stop it! My ... my butt is still sore!”
 
Marie got to her feet and stood before the mirror and gave her reflection a careful inspection; she then adjusted the top of her gown, a motion designed to put her bounteous bosom on prime display before her son’s wide, receptive eyes.
 
“What is it?” she asked coyly. “Is there something wrong with my gown?”
 
Jeffrey swallowed, then shook his head. “Um, no. It’s just ... well ... um ... nothing.”
 
The pretty woman raised an eyebrow, then turned her gaze back to the mirror. She resumed playing with her gown, intentionally jiggling her breasts from left to right and back again. Encouraged by Jeffrey’s response – once more his eyes were locked in on her breasts, tracking their every movement, no matter how slight – she suddenly turned about and “accidentally” rubbed her nipples on the blushing boy’s nose.
 
“Uh-oh! Better watch out! You don’t want to poke your eye out on Mama’s titties!”
 
A knowing smile curled her lip as she gauged Jeffrey’s reaction to her little play. His penis was sticking out stiff and erect, the little tip shiny and pink with eager curiosity.
 
 “Well get a good look at them, sweetie!” Marie pulled the baffled boy face-first in between her breasts. “When you’re done we’ll go to the kitchen and have a little snack before going to bed ....”
 
 
***
 
 
Downstairs in the kitchen the elegantly if not sparsely dressed woman went into doting mother mode, preparing a bowl of chocolate ice cream topped off with whipped cream. Well, young Jeffrey had the ice cream while she leisurely worked on the remainder of her wine bottle. It was a strange sight, an adult lady adorned in a stylish, nearly invisible chiffon gown, and a nervous, curly headed thirteen year old boy clad in nothing more than his birthday suit, sitting at the dining room table, nursing their snacks and chatting away as if this was something they did every evening.
 
“Isn’t this nice?” Marie sang happily. She stood up to refill her wine glass, knowing full well that she was exposing her entire body to her son’s curious eyes. “We ought to do this more often, don’t you think?”
 
“I ... I guess so,” Jeffrey whispered awkwardly. “I dunno. This feels ... kinda ... you know ... weird.”
 
“I don’t know why you would say that,” Marie cooed. “From what I hear, you like going naked in front of the ladies.”
 
Upon hearing this the teenager froze; a spoonful of ice cream was mere inches from his lips, but he had stopped in mid-motion, just like in a cartoon.
 
The smiling woman laughed. “Oh, stop it, Jeffrey! Mama knows more than you think she does. I thought you’d realize that by now. You may as well tell me everything. Mama already knows everything. I just want to see if you’re going to lie to me again.”
 
Jeffrey dropped his spoon into his bowl and cast his gaze on the pile of white whipped cream and chocolate. For an instant Marie thought he was about to cry. She didn’t say anything, choosing to sip from her wine glass and patiently wait to see what would transpire.
 
“It ... it’s not ... my fault ....” The stammering child said after a few moments. “Those ... those girls ... Mom, it’s just like I’ve been telling you. They ... they’re really mean, just like I said. And they ... they’re tricky, too. They’re the reason I piss- ... er, I mean ... I wet my pants. They wouldn’t let me use the bathroom and then they tricked me out of my clothes and so I thought I’d take a bath and Mrs. Martin came home and ... and ....”
 
Marie raised an eyebrow. “Go on. Tell Mama all about it. Why don’t you start from the beginning? What happened yesterday?”
 
The tearful lad nodded. “Well, um ... yester- ... yesterday ... th-th-that’s when they pulled me off the ... um ... the commode ... and th-they t-t-took away my p-p-pants and Mrs. Martin c-c-came home and ... and ... and ....”
 
This went on for some time. By the time Jeffrey was done rambling, his face was glowing bright red and his ice cream was melted; but to his credit he pretty much told the whole story. Well, most of it. There are a few little, intimate details that you and I are privy to – as how he did indeed masturbate – but all in all, he told his mother the essential truth about how he ended up naked in the House of Martin.
 
At first Marie was astounded at the confession; the scope and depth of her son’s experiences at the hands of Judith Martin’s little girls was as astounding, as incredible as it was funny. To think, those three little vixens had outwitted her bookworm of a son and rendered him naked as a jaybird! They had stripped him bare and tormented him not once, but twice ... and twice in two days! How amazing was that?!
 
The really odd thing was, while most other mothers might have resented or even been outraged to hear their child had been treated so cruelly, bullied even, Marie Walton’s reaction was quite different. She’d always had a penchant for teasing Jeffrey, perhaps a bit more than she should, and she had a bit of a mean streak in her at times. It might have been because of how his father treated her when he was still around. Or it just might have been because she had always been a bit of a bully, even as a little girl. Whatever the reason, rather than be resentful or upset, she found her son’s account of losing his clothes most amusing. Most amusing and entertaining, indeed.
 
The fact was, Marie Walton smoldered with excitement as she listened to Jeffrey’s tale of woe and sorrow. She’d suspected something odd was going on at Judith Martin’s house, but nothing quite like this. Judith had given an abridged account of Jeffrey’s experiences, but Marie thought she’d been making up most of it.
 
“You think I’m lying don’t you?” her friend said earlier on the phone. She gave a little laugh. “Well, I don’t blame you in the least. I was caught off guard myself, but I can assure you it’s all true. There’s more to it, but you’ll have to ask Jeffrey to find out. I promise you, honey, your pretty little boy has been having the time of his life!”
 
The happy woman smiled as she pondered her friend’s words. The time of his life, indeed, she thought to herself. Judith was sure right about that. My precious little Jeffrey – I never expected my shy little bookworm to be involved in such shenanigans, not in a million years!
 
“Okay, so let me get this straight.” Marie tried to not smile as she spoke. “Somehow three little girls – three grade school girls – managed to get you – a full-grown teenaged boy – out of your clothes and hide them from you? Not just once, but twice? They took away your clothes – twice in two days – and they MADE you stay naked until their mother came home? And you expect me to believe that?”
 
Jeffrey squirmed in his seat. “Yes ma’am. But ... but it’s the truth! I promise! It’s not my fault! I ... I didn’t do anything wrong, Mom. I ... I promise!”
 
“So you say.” Marie raised an eyebrow. “Oh, I believe you got naked, Judith told me that. What I’m confused about is, WHY you got naked. You say those little bitty girls MADE you? Are you sure about that? Like maybe you tricked them into LETTING you get naked? Oh my God ... you didn’t do anything weird, like jack off in front of them, did you? You better not have!”
 
“MOM!!! EW, NO WAY!!!” The nude boy made the awfullest face. “I promise, Mama, I did NOT do anything weird like that! I ... I just ... well, those stupid girls ... they’re really mean and they ... they did mean things to me!”
 
“Okay then. I’ll have to think about that.” Marie wrinkled her nose and tried to keep from giggling. “You jacked off in front of your mother but you didn’t jack off in front of those cute little girls? Does that sound right to you? I’d think it would be the other way around. What’s up with that?”
 
Jeffrey looked like he was going to be sick. “Yes ... I m-m-mean, n-n-noooooo ... I mean ... I don’t know ....”
 
Marie laughed. Jeffrey was so cute, squirming and fidgeting under interrogation. She knew it was wrong of her to enjoy this so much, but she couldn’t help herself; this was the most fun she’d had in ages!
 
“So, tell me this, pretty boy: When I caught you jacking off in your room by yourself, what’s with all this ‘Please, don’t laugh at me, Mrs. Martin! Please, give me back my clothes, Mrs. Martin!’ stuff? Where did that come from? Come on, ‘fess up! Tell Mama!”
 
Jeffrey stared at his mother for a moment, then dropped his eyes to his lap. “Please ... Mom. Do ... do we have to talk about that?”
 
“Oh, we’re gonna talk about this, all right. I insist! I want to know what’s going on in that pretty little head of yours! Why did you say those things? ‘Please, don’t be so mean to me, Mrs. Martin! Please give me my clothes back!’ I heard you say it more than once.”
 
Marie frowned. “Come on, Jeffrey. Tell your mama all about it. Did Mrs. Martin do something bad to you, too? Come on now, tell me the truth.”
 
The crest-fallen lad shook, then nodded his head. “Well, kinda. She ... she teased me ... I mean, when she caught me in her bathroom. And she laughed at me, too! She was really mean!”
 
“She laughed at you, huh?” The curious woman raised a curious eyebrow. “And she was really mean, huh? What did she do that was mean?”
 
By now Jeffrey’s face was wet with tears. Marie’s heart melted to see him so vulnerable, so helpless. She had to fight the urge to reach across the table and take him in her arms. There would be plenty of time for that later.
 
“Well, when ... when she ... she found out the girls took my clothes and were teasing me ... she ... she took their side.” The naked boy wiped his eyes and frowned. “She ... she let them make fun of me ... and then she made fun of me, too!”
 
Marie grinned. “So Mrs. Martin teased you, too, huh? I bet that felt just awful.”
 
“It did, Mom! She was really mean to me! She even made me run around the house looking for my clothes! And then she let the girls look at me and tease me some more!”
 
Marie Walton smiled a crooked, amused smile. “And she laughed at you?”
 
“YES! She laughed at me, Mom! She was worse than those stupid girls! She laughs really weird, like a donkey. It was really scary, Mom. She was worse than the girls.”
 
The grinning woman giggled. Jeffrey was right: Judith did sound like a jackass whenever she laughed. She’d been like then when they were in college together and she’d only gotten worse as she grew older. To be so beautiful, so gorgeous, and to have a laugh like a farm animal ... that was always the weirdest, funniest thing.
 
Marie took a sip of her wine. “Well, I can’t blame her for at least teasing you a little bit. I mean, what if you came home and found those little girls naked and sneaking around your room? I know little boys and I’ve no doubt that you’d tease them and laugh at them, too.”
 
“But she’s an adult lady!” Jeffrey replied. “She didn’t just tease me! She was really, really mean to me!”
 
“Hmmm, I don’t know if I believe that. I’ve known Judith since before you were born. She’s no more mean to you than I am.”
 
The naked boy frowned. “Well, you’re mean to me sometimes, too. You’re always teasing me and stuff.”
 
“Oh, so now I’m the mean one? I thought we were just having a bit of fun.” Marie raised her eyebrow again. “Besides, you’re not answering my question. I asked why were you pretending Mrs. Martin was in your room when I caught you jacking off. So, what’s up with that? Hmm? Hmmm?”
 
Jeffrey squirmed and fidgeted in his seat. He looked so vulnerable, so flustered, it was adorable.
 
“You know what I think? I think you kinda like Mrs. Martin. I think you kinda like the fact that she saw you naked. And I think you liked it when she teased you. That’s what I think. Why else would you jack off and pretend she was watching you? Hmm? Hmmm?”
 
“Mom! That’s ... that’s not true! I don’t like ... didn’t like ... her watching ... me.”
 
“I don’t believe that for one minute,” Marie countered. I think you love being seen naked!”
 
“I do not! Please, Mom, I promise!”
 
“Liar, liar, pants on fire! Oh wait ... you’re not wearing any, are you?”
 
The merry woman continued laughing, much to the frustration of her son. She laughed so hard, in fact, that she had to go pee again.
 
Just as Marie returned to the kitchen there was the sound of thunder and the power went out again, leaving them once again in the dark. Almost immediately she warned Jeffrey about doing anything naughty.
 
“Keep those hands on the table, little mister,” she said in a half-teasing, half-ominous tone. “Just because it’s dark doesn’t mean you can go jacking off again!”
 
“MOM! I-I-I- ... I wouldn’t ... do that!” the horrified lad exclaimed. “I ... I wish you ... you’d stop teasing me about that! You’re as bad as Mrs. Martin and those dumb ol’ girls!”
 
“So now I’m just one of those dumb ol’ girls, huh?” Marie chuckled. “I’ll stop teasing you when you stop lying to me, how about that? Maybe if you’d stop jacking off you wouldn’t get in so much trouble.”
 
“MOM!!!”
 
A box of matches was retrieved from the kitchen and decorative candles were lit and stationed about the dining room. A moment later the strange pair were illuminated by a dim, golden glow of candlelight. Marie took a sip of wine and winked at her bewildered son.
 
“Isn’t this fun? Candles are so romantic.” From across the table she gave the naked lad a wink and blew him a kiss. “You look so pretty in this light. Mama’s pretty little boy.”
 
Jeffrey responded with a weak, wilted smile.
 
They chitchatted for a while longer, Marie prodding her son with a barrage of embarrassing, probing questions and Jeffrey squirming and stammering awkward answers and explanations.
 
“So, let’s try not jacking off any more for a while, all right? Mama’s really tired of having to clean up after your nasty little messes. Is that something you can do? Hmm? Hmmm? Can you stop jacking off so much for Mama? Hmmmm?”
 
She had to laugh. The look on Jeffrey’s face was so precious, that rueful grimace, those wet, shiny blue eyes, the sad arch of his eyebrows and the horrified crinkle of his nose – she wished she had a camera to preserve that moment for all of eternity, it was so delightful to gaze upon!
 
“Please ... Mom ... can we stop talking about this? It’s too embarrassing ... and weird!”
 
“That’s not an answer. I asked you a question, sweetie, and I expect an answer from you. You’re the reason we’re talking about this. Now, tell me, are you going to stop jacking off for Mama? Hmm? Hmmm?”
 
“Yes ma’am,” the shamed lad croaked, his voice so weak it could hardly be heard. “I ... I’ll ... I won’t do that anymore.”
 
Marie smiled. “You won’t do what?”
 
Jeffrey sighed. “Please don’t ... d-d-don’t m-make me s-s-say it. I ... I won’t ... you know ... do it ... anymore.”
 
“Do it? What it? Come on, if you can do it, you can at least say it. Tell Mama what you’re not going to do? Come on, saaaaaaay it ....”
 
“Oh Mom.” There was a shudder in the youth’s voice. Even in the dim candlelight Marie could see his face burning with shame. “I ... I won’t ... j-j-jack off ... anymore. I ... I ... p-p-promise.”
 
“One more time. Louder this time. Say it like you mean it.”
 
There was a long pause, then a soft sigh of resignation. “I won’t ... j-j-jack off ... any- ... anymore. I promise!”
 
The delighted woman nodded. She drained the last of the wine from her glass. “Good. Let’s hope that’s a promise you can keep. Now, do it one more time. Say ‘Mama, I promise I won’t jack off anymore.’ Come on, saaaaaay it!”
 
There was another pause, followed by the inevitable sigh of surrender.
 
“Mama, I promise I won’t jack off anymore.”
 
Marie bit her lip to keep from laughing. She could tell that Jeffrey had difficulty saying such a thing. For some reason that made her ever so happy.
 
“That’s my good wittle boy. Now, finish up your ice cream so we can go to bed.”
 
After they finally finished their snack, Marie set Jeffrey to washing the dishes and tidying up the kitchen. She watched carefully as he padded about the faintly lit room in his bare feet and his plump, pale bottom showing. A smug smile spread across her face.
 
He’s so beautiful in his bare skin, she thought to herself. He looks just like he did when he was my little baby, not at all like a teenager. Oh my goodness gracious ... why do they have to grow up so fast ...?
 
 
***
 
 
At long last it was time to retire for the evening. The power was still out, so Marie took her son by the hand and led the way in the darkness, up the stairs and to the master bedroom. She could feel Jeffrey’s confusion as they made their way past his bedroom. She gripped his hand tightly as she explained:
 
“Nuh-uh, little mister. I know you. If I leave you alone you’ll just go jerk off again. You’ve jacked off enough for awhile. You’re staying with me so I can make sure you don’t make any more messes.”
 
“I ... I’m gonna ... sleep in your ... b-b-bed?”
 
Marie smiled. “And why not? It’ll be just like when you were my little baby. Only this time I better not catch my wittle baby boy diddling his wittle wiener!”
 
Despite the darkness she could sense the weak, bewildered smile on her son’s face. She redoubled her resolve, locking onto his hand as hard as she could.
 
“Come along, sweetie. It’s time to go nighty-night.”
 
True to her word, Marie led her son to her bed and helped him slide in between the sheets. She then slipped out of her whispery negligee and climbed in on the other side. She snuggled up against the naked lad’s backside, wrapped her arms around his naked waist, and pulled him up against her body in a spooning position; the sensation of his smooth, warm skin against her own was comforting and exciting.
 
“Mom! Are ... are you ... naked?” Jeffrey’s voice wavered and cracked with genuine surprise. “Ew!”
 
For an instant Jeffrey struggled against his mother’s grip, but she locked her hands together, pulling his plump, soft body tight against her own; her breasts smashed against his bare back and she pulled his fat bottom up against her thighs. He struggled briefly, but she had him locked tight in her arms.
 
“Shhhhh ... lie still and go to sleep,” she whispered into the youngster’s ear. “Mama’s tired and needs her beauty sleep.”
 
“But ... Mom ....” The frustrated child started to say more, but then gave up with a sigh.
 
The pair lay still for several minutes. Marie grinned in the darkness; Jeffrey’s breathing was forced and erratic and she could feel his heart racing. She could also feel something else, something warm and stiff rubbing against the back of her hand. She immediately knew it was her son’s penis.
 
“Well, look what I found,” she murmured into Jeffrey’s ear. She let her fingers dance around the rising organ, tickling and teasing it shamelessly. “Mmmmm-hmmmm ... isn’t this interesting?”
 
“Mom ... Mama ....,” the youngster whispered awkwardly. He squirmed about as she gave him a little pinch here and light caress there. “That ... that ti- ... tickles.”
 
Marie grinned in the dark and wrapped her fingers around the warm, stiff organ, gripping it tight and snug.
 
“It’s a good thing your mama’s here or you’d probably be jacking off about now, hmmm?”
 
The youngster sniffed and squirmed in the darkness. “Nooooo ...,” he weakly whispered.
 
“No? Really? Are you lying to me again, Jeffrey Walton?”
 
The naked boy wriggled uncomfortably about for a moment. “May- ... m-maybe. I ... I dunno.”
 
For an instant Jeffrey tried to slip out of her arms. Marie tightened her grip about his waist and gave his slender erection a firm squeeze.
 
“Um, no, don’t try getting away. I’m going to make sure you don’t do anything naughty. Just lie still and go to sleep, okay? That’s a good boy ... just go to sleep. Mama’s pretty boy ... he’s a good ... good ... little ... baby ... boy ....”
 
It took a while, but Jeffrey eventually settled down and snuggled up against his mother’s smothering embrace. Marie smiled in the darkness, feeling quite pleased with herself and her situation. She kept one hand cupped around one of her son’s plump, fleshy breasts, flicking the stiff nipple with her fingertip; the other hand remained wrapped around his organ, giving it an occasional loving squeeze, just because she could.
 
“Mmmm, doesn’t that feel good?” She gave her son a wet kiss on the back of the neck. “Isn’t Mama good to you? Hmm? Hmmm? This is better than jacking off in the dark, isn’t it?”
 
She chuckled to hear Jeffrey’s voice, ever so soft and weak.
 
“I ... I ... dunno ...,” he squeaked. “I ... I g-g-guess ... s-s-so ....”
 
“That’s what I thought,” she cooed in a motherly, sing-song. “Jeffrey loves his mamaaaa ... Jeffrey loves his mamaaaaaa ....”
 
Eventually the exhausted boy fell asleep, but even then Marie didn’t let go of his penis; in fact, she couldn’t resist stroking his erection ever so carefully, up and down, down and up again – just a bit, enough to keep it erect – a warm, fleshy toy with which to amuse herself in the darkness. Despite the late hour she was wide awake, amazed and ecstatic with the way things had turned out.
 
“Oh Jeffrey, you poor little thing,” she whispered in the sleeping lad’s ear. “You’re so confused, you never stood a chance. I can’t even begin to imagine the dreams that are going through that pretty little head of yours right now.”
 
Her thoughts slowly fell back to when she was young, barely a teenager herself, and had slipped into bed with her younger brother. She’d heard about this thing from her friends, something called a “handjob” and she was eager to try it out on the nearest boy she could find; what resulted was a summer of clandestine fun and eager experimentation, and a bond between siblings unlike most others.
 
“What fun we had,” Marie softly whispered. “Just the two of us ... so much fun ... such naughty, bad little children ....”
 
After making sure Jeffrey was in a deep sleep, she loosened her grip on his penis and carefully ran her thumb around and over the mushroom capped tip. She smiled as she felt the soft, defenseless lips of his pee-hole and she rubbed it ever so carefully; this triggered a sudden shudder throughout her son’s slumbering form, followed by a soft moaning and then a meek mew, just like a small kitten. She gave a little laugh and repeated the action. This time she was rewarded with a trickle of warm, sticky boyish slime.
 
“This is way better than I remember,” she quipped. “I wonder what Judith will say when she hears about this.”
 
Marie continued to lightly caress the sleeping boy’s organ, pausing every once in a while as to not wake him up; her movements were slow and deliberate, carefully calculated to match the rhythm of the boy’s labored breathing. She was not in any hurry; she had all night to play with her new toy.
 
“Marie Walton, you are such a bad, bad mama,” she whispered to herself. “I just may have to do this more often ....”
 
 
To be continued ....