Mother Keeps the Keys

Mother Keeps the Keys 1

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This story is intended for adults only. It contains depictions of forced nudity, spanking, and sexual activity of preteen and young teen children for the purpose of punishment. None of the behaviors in this story should be attempted in real life, as that would be harmful and/or illegal. If you are not of legal age in your community to read or view such material, please leave now.

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I suppose my household was like most, I suppose, at least for the first part of my life. I was reared by my mother, and though mom never showed any open animosity toward my father, I never really knew him. He was alive and well, certainly, and wrote quite frequently. I was much better acquainted with mom’s side of the family, having lots of aunts, uncles, and cousins. My twelfth birthday is when things began to change. It was 1978.

Twelve is an awkward age for a little boy, as any little boy will tell you. The body is changing, and your penis begins doing things all on its own. You sweat at the sight of any girl (or boy, I suppose), and you just can’t seem to find enough time alone to explore that newly awakened organ.

I had been masturbating for a couple of years already, but I’d only been having wet orgasms for a few months. I kept an old t-shirt under the side of my bed to keep any evidence off my sheets. I had one masturbation aid (though I hardly needed it): a tiny black and white porno magazine. It had full page pictures of men and women actually fucking, and not just your typical Penthouse fluff. That was a difficult commodity for a twelve year old boy to come across then, and I guarded it well…most of the time.

About a week before my birthday, I was on the side of my bed with my magazine next to me. It was late, and I had just come out of the shower before bedtime. I was sitting on my towel, but was otherwise completely naked. I had my erection in hand and my brain was in that fuzzy place that hits just before you climax. About that time, somewhere in the back of my mind, I heard a “click”. It took a couple moments to process.

As that fog became it’s thickest, and I was waiting for that final feeling, that’s when the thought bolted its way to the forefront: “Someone just popped the lock on my bedroom door!”

I spun my head around and tried to cover my erection with both hands. My mom was standing there, hands on her hips, smiling a crooked smile. I was mortified. “Mom! What are you doing in here?”

She kept her crooked smile and walked over to my side of the bed. “Well, right now I’m watching a little boy play with his penis.” She stood in front of me and kept her eyes locked on mine. I was scared to death. I had no words to offer whatsoever. Mom just stood there and let the silence between us build. Nervous as I was, my penis wilted, thank God. Finally, I had to break her gaze and looked away. She was having none of that.

Mom took a finger and turned my face toward hers. “It’s okay, honey. Boys play with their penises. It’s the most natural thing in the world.” She reached out and moved my hands to my sides. My penis was now exposed, and I dared not move my hands to cover, though I desperately wanted to. She looked down at it and stared for several seconds. Looking back to my eyes, she reached over to my prize magazine and picked it up. Thumbing through its pages, every now and then she’d make eye contact and give me a smirk.

Suddenly, she turned a page in the magazine toward me and her fingers tapped the page. The picture was one of a large chested woman in stockings and heels, lowering herself onto what must have been a nine inch cock. (I had shot off to that one more than once.) “He’s got a big one, doesn’t he? God, look at her face.” She flipped a couple pages and turned it again. The picture was of the same woman, this time taking another man’s dick into her mouth. “He looks happy, doesn’t he? Yeah. I’ll bet he’s about to squirt.”

This time, she didn’t look back to me; she looked down at my penis, which was rapidly returning to its erect state. “That’s what I wanted.” She kneeled down to look at me at eye level. “Look, its okay. I’m not mad. It’s just that boys your age can play with that thing too much.” She chuckled, and I finally relaxed enough to crack a smile. She continued, “But, I do know that boys have to cum. So, here’s what’s going to happen: take a minute and have your cum.”

I must have looked at her like she had gone completely mad. “I’m serious.” To accentuate her point, she reached down and hooked my glans between her thumb and forefinger, and rubbed the underside. I sucked in a deep breath and held it. I was frozen still with all that was happening. “Finish your cum, and I’ll be right back. Then, we’ll finish our talk.” She let go, stood, and left the room.

I couldn’t think anymore, and I didn’t try to. Afraid that she’d come back and change her mind, or maybe that I’d wake up and it all might be a dream, I grabbed my erection that was already tingling from my mother’s touch. It took no time at all for me to squirt half a dozen shots of sperm across the floor. I saw stars. I heard mom’s voice behind me. “Wow! That was a big one!”

Before I could move, she came around the bed, and kneeled back down in front of me. This time, however, she had a washcloth in her hand. She kissed my cheek and reached down between my legs and cleaned the sticky mess off my legs and shaft. I was still panting. She gave me time to get my breath before she went on. “Instead of doing this however many times a day, and doing untold damage to your foreskin, your regimen is about to change.” She took a bottle of clear oil and poured some into her palm. She rubbed her hands together and surprised me again by rubbing the oil all over my penis and testicles. I was still so overwhelmed by the events of the last half hour that my head was still buzzing.

Once she had me well-oiled, but before an erection had a chance to return, she produced a clear plastic ring. First drying her hands on my t-shirt in the floor, she grasped my firmly by the scrotum and pulled them through the ring. I gasped. She proceeded to take my penis and manipulate it through the same ring. The ring had two posts at the top, and for the life of me, I couldn’t imagine what they could possibly be for. That’s when she produced the final piece of the puzzle: a clear plastic sheath shaped like a flaccid penis.

She took held my penis just behind the head and pushed it down into the shaft. Having just been oiled up, I slid in easily. Mom pulled the sheath back until the top of it slid into place between the posts. Then she did something that made my heart almost stop: she held up a tiny padlock. Deftly she slid the lock through both posts, and like that, my penis was locked away from my touch. My eyes grew to the size of dinner plates, and then she produced a key.

“I’ll keep this,” she said. “Every few days or so, I’ll come in here, we can take this off of you, and you can have your time to cum. It will be when I say so, is that understood?”

“Um,” I was nowhere near processing all of this information. “Okay?”

“Good. Now keep your magazine. Look at it anytime you want. I want you to.” She squeezed my balls firmly. “I want these to be nice and full, so you can have a good orgasm. Now, it’s late. Go to sleep. We can talk more tomorrow if you’d like.”

I didn’t think my life could possibly get any stranger, and then mom did one more thing that changed all that. I was expecting maybe a goodnight kiss on the cheek, as per the norm. Instead, mom leaned in and kissed me on the lips, soft but firm; it was a kiss made with real emotion, and not at all the kind of kiss you might expect a boy to get from his mother. My cage stiffened slightly, and, strangely enough, as mom stood to leave, I felt a great comfort come over me, and I lay back, and sleep took me before I could even cover myself.

The next morning I woke to rather a surprise. Given the last nights events, it hadn’t yet occurred to me that my penis would still try to erect. That’s what woke me up: my penis trying to get hard! The ring was pulled tight against my balls, stretching them out away from my stomach. My dick, however, was forced to stay flaccid. I stared at my conundrum for several minutes, trying to figure out how I felt.

On the one hand, I was in torment, unable to get an erection. The pain from the tightness of my cage was becoming quite noticeable. On the other hand, pain or no pain, just thinking about the moment mom put that cage around my penis made me feel…comforted. That has to sound strange, but when mom cupped my balls and kissed me like she did- I lack the words.

I went naked to the bathroom right down the hall. I closed the door behind me and stood over the toilet. That’s when I realized I was going to have to sit to make this work. I sat down and waited for my body to relax enough to pee. It took a minute or two, but it finally worked out, and my taught prison began to relax as well.

I stood and stared into the full length mirror behind the door. I was fascinated with my new prison. I was constantly aware of it, even without looking. The weight was a constant reminder of the night before. I had to be careful when thinking about last night; my cage was already starting to tighten.

I went back to my room and grabbed my housecoat before going on into the kitchen where I could already hear mom milling about. She had on a black satin housecoat, fastened loosely around the waist. Her back was to me. She turned around and beamed.

“Morning, sleepy-head!” She smiled broadly and gestured toward my belt. “Open up. Let’s have a look!”

I loosened my housecoat and let it fall open. I became aware of the cool air moving around my penis, and felt suddenly vulnerable and exposed. I knew enough to keep my hands away, and stood there, essentially naked, in front of my mother. My cage tightened just a bit. I felt her eyes looking through me, and the part of me that wasn’t terrified, reveled in it. I mustered up just a bit of strength and looked her in the eye.

“How do I look?” My voice didn’t sound quite as confident as I’d hoped. My heartbeat roared in my ears, and I waited.

Mom stepped over and bent down, allowing me a brilliant view of both breasts down the top of her robe. She took my testicles and lifted the cage up to feel its weight. Then she did something that silenced me completely: she bent forward and kissed my plastic prison right on the head. She looked up at me and said, “You look wonderful.”

She stood up and continued. “I want you to understand where I’m coming from, honey. I know boys have to cum. Girls have to cum.” She smiled and winked with that last remark. “I just want you to know that I’m going to be the one controlling that. I don’t want you to be controlled by your erections, so I’m keeping them for myself. Every few days I’ll take you out and let you masturbate. But, don’t forget, little man, that I hold the key.” She tugged at a silver chain around her wrist. It had a key on it like any other charm. “Got it?” She was smiling.

“Got it.” I was still having a difficult time processing all this as I sat down to eat. Mom turned and got some juice from the refrigerator.

“I hope you have an appetite. Aunt Kay is coming over with the girls to visit this afternoon.” She paused to fill my glass and continued. “And that cage is your uniform for the day.”

My head reeled! “What?” I asked weakly.

“Aunt Kay and your two cousins, silly. They’ll be here around lunchtime.” She grinned.

“But, uh…” I glanced down at my predicament.

Mom kept that smirking grin and came up to me. “Yes, honey.” She reached down and took my caged penis in her hand. “She’s dying to see the cute little cage I’ve got your little dickey in. Plus, I’m sure the girls are going to want to play with it.”

My mouth went dry and my heart skipped a beat. Clara and Connie, my cousins, were 10 and 11 years old-both younger than me- and she was going to let them, not only see my locked penis, but play with it? I was horrified! Aunt Kay? Oh, my god! She was mom’s sister, (and I’d always had kind of a crush on her). All of them seeing me naked!? I could hardly even think.

That’s when mom shut my mind off completely: she leaned down and kissed me on the mouth, sending her tongue inside to find mine. I kissed her back with eyes closed; the only other sensation in the world was her hand on my cock. When we broke the kiss she asked, “That’s okay, isn’t it?” Her hand never left my balls; she owned them.

I was short of breath and my eyes were blurry. “Of course it is, mom. Of course.”

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