Mother Keeps the Keys

Mother Keeps the Keys 3

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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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Mother Keeps the Keys Chapter 3

We had an early model Betamax video player. It was a huge wooden looking thing with oversized metal buttons on the front and loaded from the top. I thought it was the coolest thing in the world. We had all of twelve movies, and I played them all until their pictures began to blur. It dominated the top of our television and was both large and cumbersome. There were so many wires coming out the back of the thing that I was afraid to touch any of them, for fear that I’d have to figure out where it belonged.

I looked down at the coffee table in front of the couch, and there were three tapes lying there, side by side. Each one had a blank label save for a date written in black marker. Mom sat down near the center of the couch and gestured for me to join her. I did, and looked to her for some sort of explanation.

“You have questions.” I nodded. “Let me help. Kay is loaning us some tapes of guys in situations similar to yours.” She reached down and rested her hand on my cage. “It should help you figure things out. Now, I want you in the proper mindset before we start.” She took my covered shaft between two fingers and began stroking up and down the sides. I couldn’t feel anything but the slightest movement of the sheath, but the effect was immediate.

My prison began to tighten as my penis tried its best to fill with blood. Mom continued stroking up and down my shaft as though she were masturbating me. She might as well have been from the effect. Her expression was flat the way a teacher’s is when they present a lesson.

“Do you like that?” She didn’t wait for an answer; it was obvious that I did. “Imagine what that would feel like without your chastity cage. (Imagine) Your mommy stroking up and down your dick, getting it harder and harder.” My face was pale and my mouth went dry. I just stared back at her, hanging on every word.

“Imagine that: a mommy jacking off her baby boy.” Her face softened and she pursed her lips just a bit. “Wouldn’t you like that, honey? Would you like me to make you cum?” I swallowed hard; my testicles pulling hard against the cage’s ring. All I could do was nod my head. “Good.” She chuckled and reached behind the ring to that part of me that was pulled so far out. “Wow! Feel that! How stiff!”

With her other hand, she reached under and squeezed my already taught scrotum. “That’s what I want: so full!” She tightened her grip suddenly and harshly. I reached out and grabbed her shoulder, only to steady myself. The line where pleasure stopped and pain began got very blurry. She released me as quickly as she had grabbed me, and I looked up at her. Her smile was broad, and she looked at me as though I had passed some sort of test.

Mom leaned in and kissed me firmly on the lips. “You’ve done very well in all this, Jay.” She kissed me again. When she did, I did something that I honestly didn’t realize I was going to do. I reached up and put my hand on her breast. I could feel the stiffness of her nipple under my thumb. My cage throbbed, and I waited for her to pull my hand away. Surely I had crossed a line.

She didn’t remove my hand, nor did she pull away. She just sat there and let me cup her breast, and I ran my thumb across her nipple again, staring at her chest. After just a few seconds, I became afraid that I had held her too long, pushed my luck too far, and that perhaps she would pull away, and I’d never have a chance to do that again. I pulled my hand away quickly.

Her smiling expression never changed, and she brought no attention to what had I had just done. “Now, it’s getting close to supper time, and I need to bread some chicken.” With that, she stood and went toward the kitchen.

“You’re not watching them with me?” Suddenly I was afraid to be left alone with a handful of movies.

She grinned. “No, I’ve seen them! Pick whichever one to start with. I’ll let you know when dinner’s ready.” Mom turned and disappeared into the kitchen. I looked back and stared at the tapes, as though they held some kind of mystery. I suppose they did, really. I was afraid to find out what that mystery would come to be.

I picked up the center one first, and walked over and hit eject on the player. (There was) A whirr of gears and a metal door popped out of the top. I slid in the cassette and pressed play. Sitting back on the couch, I waited for something to happen.

The static cleared and the scene opened without introduction or credits. This was a different kind of film. A lady sat back in an overstuffed chair, nude except for jewelry, of which she had a lot. There were rings on every finger, two thin ropes of gold around her neck, and large, silver hoops in her ears. She was a red headed beauty; I would guess she was in her mid-thirties. Her legs were open, and her dark but trimmed bush was parted by two protruding lips. My mouth watered at the sight.

“Come over here and give us a kiss.” Her voice was a purr and she parted her legs further; her meaning was quite obvious. A man from just out of frame walked meekly toward her, his back to the camera. He wasted no time getting down between her legs and doing what he’d been told. Just as he bent over, I could see a plastic sheath between his legs. His dick was tied as tight as mine.

He must have brought this lady off a dozen times. I watched with bated breath as she bucked in orgasm again and again, holding his head tight between her legs. At length she took her hands off the back of his head, and he slumped back onto his ankles. Her pussy was swollen and wet; gaping from his ministrations. They were both panting.

“Are you feeling a little tight there, sweetie? Does my little man have swollen balls?” She held a crooked smirk, and mocked him just a bit. The man nodded his assent. “Here, let me see to that!”

She stepped out of frame for just a minute and came back in a housecoat, and carrying two things: a pitcher of water and a bowl. Her locked up partner’s eyes got big. I don’t suppose this is what he was expecting. “Stand up, now.” The man obeyed, but you could hear him whine. She cupped his groin with the bowl and tilted the pitcher.

“Hush up, you big baby.” Ice and water poured over his cock and balls and rapidly filled the bowl they were resting in. His whine turned into a howl, but he didn’t move. The lady laughed and held the bowl in place for probably half a minute, swirling it around. “Better now, honey? Are your balls cooler now?”

“Un-huh!” He stood on his toes and gritted his teeth. The lady chuckled and pulled the bowl away.

“Now go wash up. I want you to finish your chores before dinner.”

The scene ended and there were several seconds of static before the next one began. I glanced up just in time to see mom look away as though she hadn’t been watching me from the kitchen. The following scenes on the tape were much the same as the first: a man in a cage services a woman while she cums and then sends him away dripping. I watched entranced for the next half hour, until the tape ended. I had been so engrossed; it was several seconds before I realized it had stopped.

I quickly changed the tape.

For the next hour I sat, unmoving, as I watched the next two tapes. Each one seemed to have its own theme. The first one was servitude: servicing her pussy or maybe her ass; kissing her feet, that sort of thing. The second one was similar, but introduced the element of discipline. That is, someone invariably got spanked or the like. It was also different in that the men were (generally) allowed to orgasm. They never got off by their own hand mind you, and never through intercourse. If a man was allowed to cum, she always stroked him off. Even then, it was often ruined: a concept that both intrigued and terrified me.

Though those first two tapes held my complete attention, and kept my penis straining in its cage, the third tape stopped me cold. There was a boy, maybe two or three years older than me, standing nude except for his cage. The camera shook for a moment and then stopped with the boy perfectly in frame. A lady then came into view, and it occurred to me that she had just mounted her camera on a tripod. This certainly wasn’t a mainstream tape.

It wasn’t her near nudity that made the lady interesting. It wasn’t her bust, as round and full as it was. It wasn’t even her striking facial resemblance to the boy. (A fact that was not wasted on me!) It was the six inch rubber cock she had strapped between her legs!

I couldn’t hear what she said; the sound must have been off on her camera, but she patted on the bed next to her and then held her “cock” at its base. The boy hurried up next to her and took the rubber penis in his mouth. He gave her an energetic blow job for just a minute or so before the lady gripped him by the hair and began forcing him up and down her cock.

She fucked his face for probably five or six minutes before letting the red faced boy up for air. She asked him something and he nodded, and then got up on his knees in the center of the bed. I watched as though hypnotized as she gripped the young man’s hips and lined her strapped on penis up with his ass. Again she spoke and again he nodded his assent. She gripped his hips tightly and shoved every inch up inside him!

She fucked him furiously for several minutes and I watched as his head shook back and forth, his mouth wide open. After just a bit, I thought I noticed him leaking pre-cum from his cage. I looked a little closer, and I realized that he wasn’t ready to cum, he was cumming! His sperm didn’t shoot: it poured a tiny stream down onto the bed! I had never seen anything like it. I had never even imagined anything like it!

I watched the scene wide eyed, unable to move, when I finally realized there was nothing left on the screen but static. I got up and shut the tape off, leaving a large spot of pre-cum behind me on the cushion. I looked over to my mom who was standing in doorway watching me. Her mouth was a smile, but her eyes looked at me questioningly.

I walked directly over to her and threw my arms around her waist. I hugged her tightly as I could and looked up to her at length.

“Did you like them? What did you think?” She took her hand and brushed her fingers across my cheek. As she did, I gazed at the bracelet on her wrist that held my key. Suddenly I felt the tension and fear that had welled up inside me wane. I don’t know that it left me; I only know that it didn’t matter anymore. There were things in those movies that I liked, and there were things that scared the hell out of me. It didn’t seem to matter either way.

“I like them,” I said eagerly. “But some...”

“And you don’t know what to think about some.” She smiled. “Good. I want to keep you guessing.” She reached down between my legs and squeezed me by my testicles. I winced but held a tiny grin. “Now, go get washed up for supper. You can put a shirt on if you’re chilly, but I want your penis where I can get at it. Okay?”

I relished the idea that mom wanted to be able to get at my dick. The thought made my cage feel tighter. “Okay!”

The rest of the night was kind of a blur. My mind was flooded with the images I had seen. I had seen a dozen women cum under somebody’s tongue. I had seen men have their cocks teased and their asses spanked. Above all those images, however, the sight of that ladies cock was etched foremost into my mind. Watching the boy have his face fucked like that had an unexpected effect on me: it was getting me quite horny!

She just held his face down between her legs while he serviced a rubber cock! Again, my penis lurched at the idea. They looked a lot alike. What that his mother? Oh, God! What if it was? Would my mom do that to me? What if she did? What would it feel like to have a long dick halfway down your throat?

Then she mounted him! She was fucking him hard and fast, until cum began just streaming from his dick! Was mom thinking about doing that with me? What would it feel like to have a long dick slide between my legs? Could I take it? The thought had never crossed my mind before, but now it was all I could think about. I fell asleep that night fondling my caged little dicky, imagining my ass was in the air, with mom’s cock sliding in and out. I slept soundly all night.

I woke the next morning as light from the window fell across my face. I looked around the room blurry eyed and rubbed the sleep away. I pulled my covers back to look at what passed for morning wood inside the cage. As the norm, my cage was pushed away and its ring pulled tight against my balls. It was like my dick was trying to push it off altogether but wasn’t able to. I stared at my penis’s predicament and realized I was still horny.

I say still, because there hadn’t been a moment over the last few days that I hadn’t been incredibly horny. The problem was, I was horny with no way to do anything about it. I shook my cage back and forth and enjoyed the feel of the tension in my shaft. I realized at length that I really should stop; things were beginning to hurt.

Mom pecked on the door and I asked her in. Leaving the door open, she walked around to the side of bed and sat next to me. She had her hair pulled back and wore her black bathrobe with the flower print. It wasn’t necessarily a sexy garment on its own, but knowing my mother- my key-holder- was naked underneath made it a sex-object. I left the covers turned down exposing myself.

“How are things this morning?” Her smile was broad and warm. To emphasize the subject of her question, she grasped me behind the cage ring.

I chuckled. “Well, they’re pretty tight!” Having my mother feel me this way had somehow become, well, if not normal, then at least expected. I liked the feeling. I wanted to get used to it. I looked at the key on her wrist and blushed.

“Well, we’ll see.” She gave me a sideways look and crossed her arms as though she was contemplating something important. After a moment, she pulled my cage up and then looked at me. The motherly smile had been replaced with an impish grin. That’s when she did something I absolutely did not expect; she pulled open her robe above the waist, exposing her breasts! She wiggled out of the sleeves and let things fall to her lap.

“Do they look okay?” She shrugged one shoulder and then the other, bouncing them up and down. “You know, mom’s not eighteen anymore!”

I couldn’t turn away from the sight. She barely had the question out of her mouth and I blurted, “They’re beautiful!” It was a statement; an observation. It barely even processed that she would hear me. I looked up at her face. “They’re beautiful.”

The smile returned. “Thank you.” She grasped my penis again, just behind the ring. “Now, lay back. Just...lay back.”

I did what I was told and pretended to relax. My mother was half naked in front of me with my caged penis in her hand. Relaxation was the furthest thing from my mind. My mother was not yet out of surprises. She stared at my cage; turned it side to side and then just stared. Then she bent down and kissed it on the tip. My mouth went dry and my face turned to ash. She looked up to see a terrified approval.

She went down again and this time took the entire bulb of the cage into her mouth. She sucked on it and I felt the slightest touch of her breath through the hole at the tip. I gasped. Back and forth she went, her head bobbing; her mouth wrapped around the cages length. I could only feel the slightest heat from the whole affair, but I thought I was going to die!

The feeling was as exquisite as it was terrible! Mom continued to feign oral sex across the plastic for several minutes, until I thought my balls were going to tear off from the tension in my cage. I threw my head back against the headboard, my mind begging for release. At length she relented, and, smiling, wiped her mouth. My vision was blurred from the rush of blood, and it took me a moment to focus.

By the time I could see again, mom had pulled her robe back up and loosely covered herself. My thoughts were as blurry as my vision, but I had to have shown some disappointment. She grinned at me demurely. “That’s all for now.” That “for now” that gave me the greatest hope! “Now get up and get dressed. After breakfast we’re going shopping.” She leaned in and kissed me gently on the mouth. She whispered, “By tonight, you might just be ready for release. We’ll see.” The hidden smirk in her smile made me think she had already decided to let me out, but I think it was that nagging doubt that she might not that aroused me.

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