Mother Keeps the Keys

Mother Keeps the Keys 5

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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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JQHeart
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Mother Keeps the Keys Chapter 5

I was pacing back and forth in the bathroom naked except, of course, for my cage. I was more nervous than I ever remember being. I was holding in the water from an enema, and it was getting fairly tense. I still had two minutes to go. What actually had me pacing, though, was wondering why I needed to do this. It couldn’t have been medicinal, and we weren’t alone; my cousins were over.

Nervousness was slowly being replaced in my stomach with fear. Perhaps fear isn’t the correct term. Perhaps resignation was a better one. Down in my gut I had a pretty good idea what this was going to involve. Mom was going to be showing the girls something, and I was to be the visual aid, otherwise, why now? Why (would we) have them over at all? Plus, I might add, if I had to be clean this way, well, it almost had to involve something anal.

One minute left.

Geeze. What did mom have going on? I went through the only frame of reference I had to go from: those movies. There must have been a dozen scenes scattered through those tapes that showed some type of anal penetration. Penetration. Now, there was a word I didn’t want to use. Exactly what the hell did she have in mind? My heart beat in my ears.

Time’s up. Time to evacuate and clean up. I did just that and took a look at myself in the long mirror on the back of the bathroom door. I breathed in, put my shoulders back, and stood up straight, offering the illusion of strength and security. I was full of crap. I exhaled nice and slow and let my shoulders slump. I turned sideways and looked again. My cage was sticking out. I simply could not understand how fear and arousal could be so closely related.

My mother’s voice echoed down the hall. “Jay!” She knew I’d need a little prodding.

“Coming!” The irony of my choice of words was not wasted. Not today. It was only day five, and I knew mom was likely to keep me in this for another couple of days. “About a week,” is a little vague. I stepped out of the bathroom, and mom was waiting for me in the hall.

“Hey, champ! How ya feeling?” Her tone was serious but soft. “Nervous?”

I almost laughed at the understatement. “Yeah,” I replied. My heart was pounding and my mouth had gone dry. Scared was a much better word.

She smiled. If she couldn’t hear my heart beating, then surely she could see the paleness of my face. “It’s okay. I understand.” She stared at me, holding that same smile for just a moment. “Would you like some encouragement?”

I looked up at her, puzzled. She answered my look by reaching down and unbuttoning her top! She opened her blouse to me, baring both breasts. She wasn’t wearing a bra. I could never see my mother partially naked enough. I stared at them for several seconds before looking up.

“I want you to kiss one, right on the nipple.” She touched her right nipple. “Right there.” My eyes got big and my jaw dropped. “Go ahead. No sucking; just a nice slow kiss on mommy’s nipple.”

I didn’t hesitate. I reached and grabbed her at the waist, and pushed my lips against that part of her breast. It took all the strength I could muster to keep from sucking her into my mouth. I held her waist to hold myself far enough away to resist the temptation. I knew if I went that one step too far that this could all end. I held the kiss as long as I felt I could and finally pulled away.

Mom was smiling down at me. “Perfect!” I blushed at the compliment. She buttoned her shirt as she spoke, “If you’re good, we can do more of that tonight. What do you think?”

I stammered out, “I’ll, I’ll, I’ll be good.” I offered a weak smile, but my cage was revealing the reason for the stammer: it was pushing out as far as it could.

“Good. Now, I want you to go in there and get on your hands and knees in front of the easy chair the way we talked. Everything will be just fine.”

“Yes, ma’am.” I went ahead, letting my cage lead me. Mom had placed the large leather chair in the center of the room, and laid a towel just in front of it. The girls were in the center of the couch for the perfect vantage point. I walked across the room and kneeled on the towel.

“Girls, you need to pay close attention today. We’re going to be showing you how to pleasure a boy’s prostate.” I felt her hand rest on my hip and slide across to that space between my cheeks. “You want to make sure your charge is plenty relaxed before you start. We don’t want this to be painful.”

Connie spoke up. “Charge?”

“Yes, your charge!” She held up her bracelet to show what she meant. “You are the key-holder. You are in charge of what happens to their penis. That’s a lot of responsibility. Don’t take it lightly. You are in control, but you also have to take care of them. They are your charge. Got it?”

Both girls chimed in, “got it!”

“First, we have to get some lubricant.” Mom opened a tube as she spoke. “Squeeze some out and run it between your fingers. This stuff’s cold, and we don’t want Jay jumping across the room.” The girls laughed, and even I had to chuckle at the idea. I felt my mother’s finger press gently at my back door. She held it still for a few moments before slowly moving the tip around and around my sphincter.

“The muscle here is very strong. You want to make it relax before you can properly explore them.” Explore? Oh, my god, what a word to use! “When they are ready, then you push your fingertip gently inside. Don’t be in a hurry.” Mom’s finger entered me, and I drew a harsh breath. Mom leaned down and said, “It’s alright, baby. Just relax.”

I felt my mother’s finger go in deep past that ring of muscle and she slowly moved it around. A moan escaped me.

“You see, girls? He likes it already.” She moved her finger round and round gently, getting me to relax even further. “You want him good and relaxed before we do anything else.” Her fingers probed me and then she hit a spot that sent a small shot of electricity though me! It’s difficult to describe: I felt it inside, but I also felt it in my penis and my testicles. It was amazing! My moan got louder and longer.

“You want to find his prostate, which I just did. Connie, come on down here, honey. I want you to feel this.” I didn’t even feign a protest. I didn’t want this feeling to stop, and the fact that one of my cousins was coming down to probe me wasn’t stopping it. Connie came over and kneeled down beside me, facing my mother. “Now, slide it in slowly and push down gently. Push all the way in.”

I felt my cousin’s smaller finger probing until it found the same spot that my mother had hit. “I feel a little bump. Is that it?” I lurched just a bit with the contact.

Mom chuckled at the sight. “Yes, sweetie, I’d say you found it!” She let Connie probe me for half a minute or so before stopping her. “That’s good. Now hop back up on the couch...no, wait a minute. Why don’t both of you just pull up here nice and close so you can see things better?” Clara didn’t have to be told twice and was off the couch like a shot. Soon, both of them were up close and personal, while I posed there on my hands and knees.

Mom continued. “Now that your charge is good and relaxed, it’s time for the next step: the vibrator.” Vibrator? Mom was going to use a vibrator on me? I turned my head back to see what I could see. I wasn’t sure how I felt about a vibrator! Mom noticed my concern. “Don’t tense up, baby. Connie, why don’t you get in front of your cousin and distract him just a bit?” The tone of her voice made me think she had something in mind.

Connie laughed. “Okay, Aunt Di!” She hopped up and came around in front of me. She shucked off her shorts and stood there in her panties and a t-shirt. I stopped breathing for just a moment. This was as close as I had come to seeing her naked! She sat down and wiggled close, maybe a foot or two away. She reached down to the sides and pulled her panties tight! I could see every fold she had! That tiny cotton patch was pulled firm against her sex, and I could all but see it!

I mesmerized by the sight of my cousin spreading her legs in front of me. I wanted to throw myself on her, but other things were happening. Soon I felt a cool plastic surface push up against my sphincter. “Relax and push back just a little, Jay.” I did as I was told and was rewarded with the shaft of my mother’s vibrator sliding gently inside of me! The feeling of being filled up so fully so quickly took my breath away! I gasped with the intrusion. Mom spoke to calm me. “That’s very good, Jay. Just be still as you can and enjoy the new sensation.”

I tried. I really did. Holding still seemed like a good idea, but I could only stay so composed for a short while. As mom began moving the vibrator back and forth inside me, soon I found myself moving back to meet it. Under her breath I heard my mother say, “very nice!” My mind was in such a sexual fog, I would have done anything to keep it going. In my mind’s eye I saw scenes from those video tapes we had. I began to imagine it was a real cock plunging in and out of me. I groaned again.

At her regular tone she continued. “Clara, why don’t you show your cousin he’s doing a great job by reaching between his legs and giving him a good (gentle) squeeze?”

“Okay, Aunt Di!” She was quick to move, and soon I had her tiny hand molesting my testicles. I groaned even louder than before. The combination of stimulations was remarkable. I was beginning to get dizzy. This went on for several minutes: Connie showing me her barely pantied crotch, Clara massaging my balls and my cage, and mom, slowly sliding this plastic phallus in and out me. It all finally took its toll.

“Aunt Di! He’s cumming!” Clara’s excitement was easily heard. I could barely hear her at the time, and it didn’t even register what was happening. The fog that had built was so dense, I could no longer think; I could only feel. The sperm flowed out of my cage with every stroke of mom’s hand.

“Look at that!” Mom seemed genuinely impressed. “Look at all that built up cum! He’s not actually having an orgasm, girls. His body is emptying some of that built up sperm in his prostate. It makes your charge feel very good, but it won’t let him actually cum. Clara, reach down and catch that last bit there.” She reached her tiny hand down and caught the stream as it left my cage. “Now, bring it to his mouth. Clara’s eyes got big, and she immediately placed her hand in front of my face, offering it to me like a reward. I lapped it out of her hand without hesitation.

“You see, girls, when you get your charge to this point, you can get them to do almost anything. That haze of sex has them blind to all else.” Slowly she removed her vibrator, never having turned it on. The sensation of that plastic phallus was enough to drain me. I collapsed on the carpet, my face landing just before Connie’s crotch. I was close enough to smell her, and I could see a wide wet stain upon her crotch. I put my face down and tried to catch my breath.

Mom reached down and kissed my cheek. Quietly she spoke, “you did wonderfully, Jay, just wonderful. You’ve really earned that reward. ” She helped me up on my feet while the girls braced me. My knees were still wobbly. I took a second to get my bearing, thanked them, and walked over to sit down on the couch. My brain was still foggy.

“Girls,” mom continued, “why don’t you help your cousin here with a shower? He’s sweaty and tired, and I’m sure he could use it!” She held a wide, knowing, smile. Still a little dazed I just looked back and forth between them.

Connie replied, “No problem, Aunt Di!” Immediately both girls hopped up and took me, each one by a hand, and pulled me back onto my feet.

Clara let go of my hand and reached down to grasp my cage. “How’s my cousin’s baby little dickey feel?” She had a beautiful evil grin; one I had grown used to.

“It feels pretty good, Clara. (It’s) just a bit tight, I suppose.” I wasn’t lying. After all this, my cage was still pulled tight away from my body. My penis wanted to be hard so bad; my brain could barely stand it. If my prostate hadn’t been milked just a few minutes ago, my balls would have been screaming with pain. I was both sated and excited together. This cage kept my mind- my body- in constant conflict.

“Good,” the young lady replied, and she turned and led me by my penis down the hall and into the bath.

Once inside, she walked me to the throw carpet by the tub and held me there. Connie walked over, pulled the shower curtain back and turned on the water. “Jay, we are going to give you a shower.” Her tone had changed: instead of sounding like a young girl taking instruction, suddenly the tone was of a more mature girl giving instructions! I was taken aback only a little, but resolved to obey. I figured mom knew exactly what was going on or she wouldn’t have sent them in here with me.

She continued, “I want you to get in there and wait for us. Don’t do anything. And Jay?”

“Yes, ma’am?” I knew to play my role; nothing had changed.

“Hands to yourself. Understand?” Her tone was serious without being domineering. I nodded my assent. “Good. Now get in there!”

I stood under the cascading water to wait. Watching through the open curtain, I saw something that would set a haze in my mind almost as much as mom’s vibrator: they were getting undressed! Connie pulled off her t-shirt and dropped those panties I had seen before. She showed just a thin tuft of hair just at top of her mound. Clara had taken off her shirt and shucked off her shorts. She wiggled out of her panties and held them up before dropping them to the floor. Her pussy was bald and looked fantastic!

I understood why she told me to keep my hands to myself! I wanted nothing more than to stroke and explore their bodies! I wanted to taste those tiny titties! I wanted to run my fingers through their pussy slits and taste their juice! I had masturbated to an imaginary image of their bodies more than once, but the reality of the sight far exceeded my imagination! My impotent penis throbbed in its confinement. I was so horny I almost drooled.

They both stepped inside, Connie facing me and Clara behind. Connie was clearly in charge. They had certainly been taking lessons from their mother, because this wasn’t the same kind of beginning exploration we experienced last week. She handed Clara a bar of soap. “Lather up his back and his bottom.”

The young girl did as she was told, and began scrubbing my back side. She started at my shoulders and worked her way down my back. Connie stepped forward and pushed up against my chest. The water was beating on her back, and the steam began to rise all around us. I felt Clara’s hands down around my cheeks, as Connie’s small breasts pushed hard against me.

“You like that, don’t you, Jay?” She didn’t wait for an answer. I couldn’t have spoken one if I wanted to. “You got to feel these through my shirt the other day didn’t you? It’s got to feel nice to feel them naked and shoved up against you, even if you can’t touch them.” I could only nod. Clara’s fingers were toying at my hole, and the familiar fog in my brain began to return.

“What about my pussy, Jay? You almost saw that earlier, didn’t you?” I nodded furiously. “Yes. Yes, you did.” She took a step back under the water and the stream splashed against my chest. She reached down between her legs and pulled her thick lips apart. “What about now, Jay? How does my pussy look now?” A moan escaped me as I felt Clara’s fingers enter me.

“Oh, God! It’s beautiful!” I offered breathlessly.

She smiled slyly. “Was that for me or my sister’s fingers?”

“You, um, oh, god! Both! Ungh! Oh, shit!” Clara began fingering my ass in earnest. I couldn’t keep a coherent thought!

Connie continued, though I could hear Clara laugh. She leaned in close to my ear. “How do you like having a little girl’s fingers inside you, Jay? Does it feel good?” I nodded again. My eyes were closed, and I braced myself against the wall with one hand, and held onto her shoulder with the other to keep from falling. She reached down and grasped my cage, pulling it back and forth.

“Don’t you wish that was your hard dick I was stroking? Don’t you wish I could stroke you off right now?” My panting gave her the answer she needed. “Imagine, shooting all that pent up cum across your cousins hand. “

“Oh, god!” I couldn’t even think at that point. That’s when Clara struck gold, and pushed hard against my prostate! The fireworks in my head drown out any other sensation. My moan turned into a passionate yell, yet still I could not cum! My tiny dick was forced limp, and all I could do was endure the terrible pleasure they were pouring on me.

“Look, Connie! I’m making his tiny peter drool!” She stopped her assault long enough to see a long stream of sperm stretch down to the floor of the tub. She withdrew her fingers, and they both just held me in place. It is a good thing; otherwise I’d likely have fallen on the floor. It was silent except for the beating of the water. We stood there a full minute quietly, Connie’s hands on my hips and Clara’s around my waist. My energy was spent.

Soon the water began to turn cold, and the girls elected to end the experience. I can’t say that I was sorry. They helped me out of the shower and sat me on the toilet seat. Still naked, Clara took a towel and ran it through my hair, scrubbing it dry. She took it to my shoulders and chest, and I was treated with a closer look at her naked body. Her tiny nipples were sticking out like two cherries, ready to be picked. I lusted at the idea of taking them in my mouth.

“Did you like it when I finger-fucked your ass, cousin?” She had taken her sister’s tone. I looked her in the eye but could only nod. “Hmm,” she offered, and then smiled. “I’ll bet you’d like to take that cage off and stroke your tiny pee-pee off, shooting your cum across my pussy, wouldn’t you?”

My brain reeled at the very idea! I was ready to admit anything at all. I offered a weak, “Uh huh. I would.”

Her somber tone tuned into a very girlish laugh. She leaned in and kissed me on the lips. I looked over and Connie had already dressed. (I felt the tiniest bit let down.) She came up and kissed me as well. “That was fun, Jay. We’ll have to do that one again,” she said, grinning.

I lay my head back and let out a deep breath. I found I actually had the voice to laugh. “Sure. Just not today, okay?”

Eventually the girls went home, and mom and I were finally alone. We lay on the couch watching television, and I rested with my head on her lap. It was always comforting to lay with her like that: my cheek against her thighs and my head resting back, just below her breasts. Whatever the show we were watching was, it was forgettable; I was more concerned with the warm feeling I got from lying on my mother. It was soothing, yet, being caged, was arousing in itself.

“Roll over, honey.” Mom’s voice was soft and soothing. I did as she suggested, and saw she had opened her robe and exposed her breasts.

“Beautiful,” I said, without fully realizing it. I reached up and stroked the curve of one of her breasts, just admiring the sight.

Mom offered only one word, “nurse.” It was the most amazing thing I believe I had ever heard her say! I looked up with questioning eyes, and she nodded the answer I wanted. I had wanted this for so long! Immediately I pushed my face into her breast and took her nipple into my mouth. It was sheer heaven! I nursed like a hungry child!

Mother stroked my cheeks and brushed back my cheeks as I fed. She wasn’t lactating, of course, but she was feeding me confidence and comfort in a way she couldn’t otherwise. My eyes were closed and I had no thought of releasing her breast; just the knowledge of what we were doing made me high. I kept no track of time, and I felt like I could do this forever!

At length, mom broke the silence, and pulled her breast out of my mouth. “Stand up.” Her tone was still soft and loving. I got up and presented myself in front of her. She unfastened her bracelet and took the tiny key off the chain. My heart jumped in my chest! She undid the lock at the top of the cage, and slid it out. Slowly, she pulled the cage off by the tip. The feel of air against my penis made it jump.

Mom smiled at the sight, and proceeded to work the ring from behind my balls. I winced as she pushed one testicle through the ring and then the other. Suddenly I was nude! Really nude; not clothed by my cage! I felt the sudden euphoria of freedom as my penis was almost immediately erect. It bobbed in my mother’s face and I think I might have blushed.

“Let’s go lay down.” She took my hand, and we walked down the hall to her bedroom. Her bedroom! We stepped inside and mom nodded toward the bed. I wasted no time in jumping up and laying back. I didn’t know exactly what to expect, but this was more intimacy than I could have hoped for already. My penis twitched as I watched my mother disrobe.

The black satin robe fell to the floor and she was naked underneath. Such a sight! Her breasts were large showed only the slightest sag. Her waist was slender, but not skinny, and her hips were full and round. She wore no panties, and I was finally able to see her fully naked! She wore a trim patch of black hair, and all I could do was stare, my mouth agape. My heart beat loud in my chest, and I held the sight as long as I could, trying to memorize every curve and shadow.

She walked around the foot of the bed and sat back alongside me. This close and I still didn’t know what to expect. She wrapped her hand around my erection and looked me in the eye without speaking. She held my gaze as she leaned forward until she was just inches away from my penis. That’s when it happened: she kissed it! The feel of her lips was electric, and I thought I might pass out at the sight! She kissed it again.

She looked up long enough to see my expression and looked back down. She pursed her lips on the head then engulfed my glans! She rolled her tongue around the head and rocked her head back and forth. The feeling was exquisite! I’d never felt anything like it! No amount of fantasy and masturbation could have prepared me for this feeling! I threw my head back and moaned loudly.

Her mouth slid down my shaft until I felt her lips resting on my pubis. She had my entire sex in her mouth! She bobbed her head up and down, stroking my shaft with her lips. I couldn’t think; I could only feel as the sensation washed over me. I did not try to speak, but I felt that brilliant burn start in my testicles. Mom seemed to notice it too, and started moving faster up and down. Finally, it moved up my shaft and exploded! I bucked my hips and my moans turned into a shout as I ejaculated in her mouth!

I don’t know how long it lasted or how many times I erupted, but it could just as well have been forever. My hips fell back, and I felt my penis slide from her mouth. My breathing was heavy and deep and I could feel my heavy heartbeats finally slow. I stared at my mother’s face in both awe and loving ecstasy. She leaned back against the pillows beside me.

“Sleep in here tonight, sweetie.” My heart tugged at the invite and I through my arms around her waist. She put her arm around my neck and pulled me closer. “Nurse if you want anytime during the night. You don’t even have to ask; just do it. You can masturbate if you want. We might even give you tomorrow morning to play. We’ll see.” I squeezed my hug tighter. “Goodnight, sweetie.” She kissed my forehead.

“Goodnight, mom. I love you.”

“I love you, too, baby. I love you, too.”

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Mother Keeps the Keys Chapter 5

I was pacing back and forth in the bathroom naked except, of course, for my cage. I was more nervous than I ever remember being. I was holding in the water from an enema, and it was getting fairly tense. I still had two minutes to go. What actually had me pacing, though, was wondering why I needed to do this. It couldn’t have been medicinal, and we weren’t alone; my cousins were over.

Nervousness was slowly being replaced in my stomach with fear. Perhaps fear isn’t the correct term. Perhaps resignation was a better one. Down in my gut I had a pretty good idea what this was going to involve. Mom was going to be showing the girls something, and I was to be the visual aid, otherwise, why now? Why (would we) have them over at all? Plus, I might add, if I had to be clean this way, well, it almost had to involve something anal.

One minute left.

Geeze. What did mom have going on? I went through the only frame of reference I had to go from: those movies. There must have been a dozen scenes scattered through those tapes that showed some type of anal penetration. Penetration. Now, there was a word I didn’t want to use. Exactly what the hell did she have in mind? My heart beat in my ears.

Time’s up. Time to evacuate and clean up. I did just that and took a look at myself in the long mirror on the back of the bathroom door. I breathed in, put my shoulders back, and stood up straight, offering the illusion of strength and security. I was full of crap. I exhaled nice and slow and let my shoulders slump. I turned sideways and looked again. My cage was sticking out. I simply could not understand how fear and arousal could be so closely related.

My mother’s voice echoed down the hall. “Jay!” She knew I’d need a little prodding.

“Coming!” The irony of my choice of words was not wasted. Not today. It was only day five, and I knew mom was likely to keep me in this for another couple of days. “About a week,” is a little vague. I stepped out of the bathroom, and mom was waiting for me in the hall.

“Hey, champ! How ya feeling?” Her tone was serious but soft. “Nervous?”

I almost laughed at the understatement. “Yeah,” I replied. My heart was pounding and my mouth had gone dry. Scared was a much better word.

She smiled. If she couldn’t hear my heart beating, then surely she could see the paleness of my face. “It’s okay. I understand.” She stared at me, holding that same smile for just a moment. “Would you like some encouragement?”

I looked up at her, puzzled. She answered my look by reaching down and unbuttoning her top! She opened her blouse to me, baring both breasts. She wasn’t wearing a bra. I could never see my mother partially naked enough. I stared at them for several seconds before looking up.

“I want you to kiss one, right on the nipple.” She touched her right nipple. “Right there.” My eyes got big and my jaw dropped. “Go ahead. No sucking; just a nice slow kiss on mommy’s nipple.”

I didn’t hesitate. I reached and grabbed her at the waist, and pushed my lips against that part of her breast. It took all the strength I could muster to keep from sucking her into my mouth. I held her waist to hold myself far enough away to resist the temptation. I knew if I went that one step too far that this could all end. I held the kiss as long as I felt I could and finally pulled away.

Mom was smiling down at me. “Perfect!” I blushed at the compliment. She buttoned her shirt as she spoke, “If you’re good, we can do more of that tonight. What do you think?”

I stammered out, “I’ll, I’ll, I’ll be good.” I offered a weak smile, but my cage was revealing the reason for the stammer: it was pushing out as far as it could.

“Good. Now, I want you to go in there and get on your hands and knees in front of the easy chair the way we talked. Everything will be just fine.”

“Yes, ma’am.” I went ahead, letting my cage lead me. Mom had placed the large leather chair in the center of the room, and laid a towel just in front of it. The girls were in the center of the couch for the perfect vantage point. I walked across the room and kneeled on the towel.

“Girls, you need to pay close attention today. We’re going to be showing you how to pleasure a boy’s prostate.” I felt her hand rest on my hip and slide across to that space between my cheeks. “You want to make sure your charge is plenty relaxed before you start. We don’t want this to be painful.”

Connie spoke up. “Charge?”

“Yes, your charge!” She held up her bracelet to show what she meant. “You are the key-holder. You are in charge of what happens to their penis. That’s a lot of responsibility. Don’t take it lightly. You are in control, but you also have to take care of them. They are your charge. Got it?”

Both girls chimed in, “got it!”

“First, we have to get some lubricant.” Mom opened a tube as she spoke. “Squeeze some out and run it between your fingers. This stuff’s cold, and we don’t want Jay jumping across the room.” The girls laughed, and even I had to chuckle at the idea. I felt my mother’s finger press gently at my back door. She held it still for a few moments before slowly moving the tip around and around my sphincter.

“The muscle here is very strong. You want to make it relax before you can properly explore them.” Explore? Oh, my god, what a word to use! “When they are ready, then you push your fingertip gently inside. Don’t be in a hurry.” Mom’s finger entered me, and I drew a harsh breath. Mom leaned down and said, “It’s alright, baby. Just relax.”

I felt my mother’s finger go in deep past that ring of muscle and she slowly moved it around. A moan escaped me.

“You see, girls? He likes it already.” She moved her finger round and round gently, getting me to relax even further. “You want him good and relaxed before we do anything else.” Her fingers probed me and then she hit a spot that sent a small shot of electricity though me! It’s difficult to describe: I felt it inside, but I also felt it in my penis and my testicles. It was amazing! My moan got louder and longer.

“You want to find his prostate, which I just did. Connie, come on down here, honey. I want you to feel this.” I didn’t even feign a protest. I didn’t want this feeling to stop, and the fact that one of my cousins was coming down to probe me wasn’t stopping it. Connie came over and kneeled down beside me, facing my mother. “Now, slide it in slowly and push down gently. Push all the way in.”

I felt my cousin’s smaller finger probing until it found the same spot that my mother had hit. “I feel a little bump. Is that it?” I lurched just a bit with the contact.

Mom chuckled at the sight. “Yes, sweetie, I’d say you found it!” She let Connie probe me for half a minute or so before stopping her. “That’s good. Now hop back up on the couch...no, wait a minute. Why don’t both of you just pull up here nice and close so you can see things better?” Clara didn’t have to be told twice and was off the couch like a shot. Soon, both of them were up close and personal, while I posed there on my hands and knees.

Mom continued. “Now that your charge is good and relaxed, it’s time for the next step: the vibrator.” Vibrator? Mom was going to use a vibrator on me? I turned my head back to see what I could see. I wasn’t sure how I felt about a vibrator! Mom noticed my concern. “Don’t tense up, baby. Connie, why don’t you get in front of your cousin and distract him just a bit?” The tone of her voice made me think she had something in mind.

Connie laughed. “Okay, Aunt Di!” She hopped up and came around in front of me. She shucked off her shorts and stood there in her panties and a t-shirt. I stopped breathing for just a moment. This was as close as I had come to seeing her naked! She sat down and wiggled close, maybe a foot or two away. She reached down to the sides and pulled her panties tight! I could see every fold she had! That tiny cotton patch was pulled firm against her sex, and I could all but see it!

I mesmerized by the sight of my cousin spreading her legs in front of me. I wanted to throw myself on her, but other things were happening. Soon I felt a cool plastic surface push up against my sphincter. “Relax and push back just a little, Jay.” I did as I was told and was rewarded with the shaft of my mother’s vibrator sliding gently inside of me! The feeling of being filled up so fully so quickly took my breath away! I gasped with the intrusion. Mom spoke to calm me. “That’s very good, Jay. Just be still as you can and enjoy the new sensation.”

I tried. I really did. Holding still seemed like a good idea, but I could only stay so composed for a short while. As mom began moving the vibrator back and forth inside me, soon I found myself moving back to meet it. Under her breath I heard my mother say, “very nice!” My mind was in such a sexual fog, I would have done anything to keep it going. In my mind’s eye I saw scenes from those video tapes we had. I began to imagine it was a real cock plunging in and out of me. I groaned again.

At her regular tone she continued. “Clara, why don’t you show your cousin he’s doing a great job by reaching between his legs and giving him a good (gentle) squeeze?”

“Okay, Aunt Di!” She was quick to move, and soon I had her tiny hand molesting my testicles. I groaned even louder than before. The combination of stimulations was remarkable. I was beginning to get dizzy. This went on for several minutes: Connie showing me her barely pantied crotch, Clara massaging my balls and my cage, and mom, slowly sliding this plastic phallus in and out me. It all finally took its toll.

“Aunt Di! He’s cumming!” Clara’s excitement was easily heard. I could barely hear her at the time, and it didn’t even register what was happening. The fog that had built was so dense, I could no longer think; I could only feel. The sperm flowed out of my cage with every stroke of mom’s hand.

“Look at that!” Mom seemed genuinely impressed. “Look at all that built up cum! He’s not actually having an orgasm, girls. His body is emptying some of that built up sperm in his prostate. It makes your charge feel very good, but it won’t let him actually cum. Clara, reach down and catch that last bit there.” She reached her tiny hand down and caught the stream as it left my cage. “Now, bring it to his mouth. Clara’s eyes got big, and she immediately placed her hand in front of my face, offering it to me like a reward. I lapped it out of her hand without hesitation.

“You see, girls, when you get your charge to this point, you can get them to do almost anything. That haze of sex has them blind to all else.” Slowly she removed her vibrator, never having turned it on. The sensation of that plastic phallus was enough to drain me. I collapsed on the carpet, my face landing just before Connie’s crotch. I was close enough to smell her, and I could see a wide wet stain upon her crotch. I put my face down and tried to catch my breath.

Mom reached down and kissed my cheek. Quietly she spoke, “you did wonderfully, Jay, just wonderful. You’ve really earned that reward. ” She helped me up on my feet while the girls braced me. My knees were still wobbly. I took a second to get my bearing, thanked them, and walked over to sit down on the couch. My brain was still foggy.

“Girls,” mom continued, “why don’t you help your cousin here with a shower? He’s sweaty and tired, and I’m sure he could use it!” She held a wide, knowing, smile. Still a little dazed I just looked back and forth between them.

Connie replied, “No problem, Aunt Di!” Immediately both girls hopped up and took me, each one by a hand, and pulled me back onto my feet.

Clara let go of my hand and reached down to grasp my cage. “How’s my cousin’s baby little dickey feel?” She had a beautiful evil grin; one I had grown used to.

“It feels pretty good, Clara. (It’s) just a bit tight, I suppose.” I wasn’t lying. After all this, my cage was still pulled tight away from my body. My penis wanted to be hard so bad; my brain could barely stand it. If my prostate hadn’t been milked just a few minutes ago, my balls would have been screaming with pain. I was both sated and excited together. This cage kept my mind- my body- in constant conflict.

“Good,” the young lady replied, and she turned and led me by my penis down the hall and into the bath.

Once inside, she walked me to the throw carpet by the tub and held me there. Connie walked over, pulled the shower curtain back and turned on the water. “Jay, we are going to give you a shower.” Her tone had changed: instead of sounding like a young girl taking instruction, suddenly the tone was of a more mature girl giving instructions! I was taken aback only a little, but resolved to obey. I figured mom knew exactly what was going on or she wouldn’t have sent them in here with me.

She continued, “I want you to get in there and wait for us. Don’t do anything. And Jay?”

“Yes, ma’am?” I knew to play my role; nothing had changed.

“Hands to yourself. Understand?” Her tone was serious without being domineering. I nodded my assent. “Good. Now get in there!”

I stood under the cascading water to wait. Watching through the open curtain, I saw something that would set a haze in my mind almost as much as mom’s vibrator: they were getting undressed! Connie pulled off her t-shirt and dropped those panties I had seen before. She showed just a thin tuft of hair just at top of her mound. Clara had taken off her shirt and shucked off her shorts. She wiggled out of her panties and held them up before dropping them to the floor. Her pussy was bald and looked fantastic!

I understood why she told me to keep my hands to myself! I wanted nothing more than to stroke and explore their bodies! I wanted to taste those tiny titties! I wanted to run my fingers through their pussy slits and taste their juice! I had masturbated to an imaginary image of their bodies more than once, but the reality of the sight far exceeded my imagination! My impotent penis throbbed in its confinement. I was so horny I almost drooled.

They both stepped inside, Connie facing me and Clara behind. Connie was clearly in charge. They had certainly been taking lessons from their mother, because this wasn’t the same kind of beginning exploration we experienced last week. She handed Clara a bar of soap. “Lather up his back and his bottom.”

The young girl did as she was told, and began scrubbing my back side. She started at my shoulders and worked her way down my back. Connie stepped forward and pushed up against my chest. The water was beating on her back, and the steam began to rise all around us. I felt Clara’s hands down around my cheeks, as Connie’s small breasts pushed hard against me.

“You like that, don’t you, Jay?” She didn’t wait for an answer. I couldn’t have spoken one if I wanted to. “You got to feel these through my shirt the other day didn’t you? It’s got to feel nice to feel them naked and shoved up against you, even if you can’t touch them.” I could only nod. Clara’s fingers were toying at my hole, and the familiar fog in my brain began to return.

“What about my pussy, Jay? You almost saw that earlier, didn’t you?” I nodded furiously. “Yes. Yes, you did.” She took a step back under the water and the stream splashed against my chest. She reached down between her legs and pulled her thick lips apart. “What about now, Jay? How does my pussy look now?” A moan escaped me as I felt Clara’s fingers enter me.

“Oh, God! It’s beautiful!” I offered breathlessly.

She smiled slyly. “Was that for me or my sister’s fingers?”

“You, um, oh, god! Both! Ungh! Oh, shit!” Clara began fingering my ass in earnest. I couldn’t keep a coherent thought!

Connie continued, though I could hear Clara laugh. She leaned in close to my ear. “How do you like having a little girl’s fingers inside you, Jay? Does it feel good?” I nodded again. My eyes were closed, and I braced myself against the wall with one hand, and held onto her shoulder with the other to keep from falling. She reached down and grasped my cage, pulling it back and forth.

“Don’t you wish that was your hard dick I was stroking? Don’t you wish I could stroke you off right now?” My panting gave her the answer she needed. “Imagine, shooting all that pent up cum across your cousins hand. “

“Oh, god!” I couldn’t even think at that point. That’s when Clara struck gold, and pushed hard against my prostate! The fireworks in my head drown out any other sensation. My moan turned into a passionate yell, yet still I could not cum! My tiny dick was forced limp, and all I could do was endure the terrible pleasure they were pouring on me.

“Look, Connie! I’m making his tiny peter drool!” She stopped her assault long enough to see a long stream of sperm stretch down to the floor of the tub. She withdrew her fingers, and they both just held me in place. It is a good thing; otherwise I’d likely have fallen on the floor. It was silent except for the beating of the water. We stood there a full minute quietly, Connie’s hands on my hips and Clara’s around my waist. My energy was spent.

Soon the water began to turn cold, and the girls elected to end the experience. I can’t say that I was sorry. They helped me out of the shower and sat me on the toilet seat. Still naked, Clara took a towel and ran it through my hair, scrubbing it dry. She took it to my shoulders and chest, and I was treated with a closer look at her naked body. Her tiny nipples were sticking out like two cherries, ready to be picked. I lusted at the idea of taking them in my mouth.

“Did you like it when I finger-fucked your ass, cousin?” She had taken her sister’s tone. I looked her in the eye but could only nod. “Hmm,” she offered, and then smiled. “I’ll bet you’d like to take that cage off and stroke your tiny pee-pee off, shooting your cum across my pussy, wouldn’t you?”

My brain reeled at the very idea! I was ready to admit anything at all. I offered a weak, “Uh huh. I would.”

Her somber tone tuned into a very girlish laugh. She leaned in and kissed me on the lips. I looked over and Connie had already dressed. (I felt the tiniest bit let down.) She came up and kissed me as well. “That was fun, Jay. We’ll have to do that one again,” she said, grinning.

I lay my head back and let out a deep breath. I found I actually had the voice to laugh. “Sure. Just not today, okay?”

Eventually the girls went home, and mom and I were finally alone. We lay on the couch watching television, and I rested with my head on her lap. It was always comforting to lay with her like that: my cheek against her thighs and my head resting back, just below her breasts. Whatever the show we were watching was, it was forgettable; I was more concerned with the warm feeling I got from lying on my mother. It was soothing, yet, being caged, was arousing in itself.

“Roll over, honey.” Mom’s voice was soft and soothing. I did as she suggested, and saw she had opened her robe and exposed her breasts.

“Beautiful,” I said, without fully realizing it. I reached up and stroked the curve of one of her breasts, just admiring the sight.

Mom offered only one word, “nurse.” It was the most amazing thing I believe I had ever heard her say! I looked up with questioning eyes, and she nodded the answer I wanted. I had wanted this for so long! Immediately I pushed my face into her breast and took her nipple into my mouth. It was sheer heaven! I nursed like a hungry child!

Mother stroked my cheeks and brushed back my cheeks as I fed. She wasn’t lactating, of course, but she was feeding me confidence and comfort in a way she couldn’t otherwise. My eyes were closed and I had no thought of releasing her breast; just the knowledge of what we were doing made me high. I kept no track of time, and I felt like I could do this forever!

At length, mom broke the silence, and pulled her breast out of my mouth. “Stand up.” Her tone was still soft and loving. I got up and presented myself in front of her. She unfastened her bracelet and took the tiny key off the chain. My heart jumped in my chest! She undid the lock at the top of the cage, and slid it out. Slowly, she pulled the cage off by the tip. The feel of air against my penis made it jump.

Mom smiled at the sight, and proceeded to work the ring from behind my balls. I winced as she pushed one testicle through the ring and then the other. Suddenly I was nude! Really nude; not clothed by my cage! I felt the sudden euphoria of freedom as my penis was almost immediately erect. It bobbed in my mother’s face and I think I might have blushed.

“Let’s go lay down.” She took my hand, and we walked down the hall to her bedroom. Her bedroom! We stepped inside and mom nodded toward the bed. I wasted no time in jumping up and laying back. I didn’t know exactly what to expect, but this was more intimacy than I could have hoped for already. My penis twitched as I watched my mother disrobe.

The black satin robe fell to the floor and she was naked underneath. Such a sight! Her breasts were large showed only the slightest sag. Her waist was slender, but not skinny, and her hips were full and round. She wore no panties, and I was finally able to see her fully naked! She wore a trim patch of black hair, and all I could do was stare, my mouth agape. My heart beat loud in my chest, and I held the sight as long as I could, trying to memorize every curve and shadow.

She walked around the foot of the bed and sat back alongside me. This close and I still didn’t know what to expect. She wrapped her hand around my erection and looked me in the eye without speaking. She held my gaze as she leaned forward until she was just inches away from my penis. That’s when it happened: she kissed it! The feel of her lips was electric, and I thought I might pass out at the sight! She kissed it again.

She looked up long enough to see my expression and looked back down. She pursed her lips on the head then engulfed my glans! She rolled her tongue around the head and rocked her head back and forth. The feeling was exquisite! I’d never felt anything like it! No amount of fantasy and masturbation could have prepared me for this feeling! I threw my head back and moaned loudly.

Her mouth slid down my shaft until I felt her lips resting on my pubis. She had my entire sex in her mouth! She bobbed her head up and down, stroking my shaft with her lips. I couldn’t think; I could only feel as the sensation washed over me. I did not try to speak, but I felt that brilliant burn start in my testicles. Mom seemed to notice it too, and started moving faster up and down. Finally, it moved up my shaft and exploded! I bucked my hips and my moans turned into a shout as I ejaculated in her mouth!

I don’t know how long it lasted or how many times I erupted, but it could just as well have been forever. My hips fell back, and I felt my penis slide from her mouth. My breathing was heavy and deep and I could feel my heavy heartbeats finally slow. I stared at my mother’s face in both awe and loving ecstasy. She leaned back against the pillows beside me.

“Sleep in here tonight, sweetie.” My heart tugged at the invite and I through my arms around her waist. She put her arm around my neck and pulled me closer. “Nurse if you want anytime during the night. You don’t even have to ask; just do it. You can masturbate if you want. We might even give you tomorrow morning to play. We’ll see.” I squeezed my hug tighter. “Goodnight, sweetie.” She kissed my forehead.

“Goodnight, mom. I love you.”

“I love you, too, baby. I love you, too.”

Epilogue

I woke up to the smell of coffee wafting through the house. That meant mom was up and probably in the kitchen. I sat up and propped myself up against the headboard. I was still in mom’s room. Any doubt of last night having been a dream was quickly washed away. I pulled the covers back and looked at my morning erection for the first time in a week. It was hard as steel. I ran my hand up and down the shaft three or four times and clutched my balls. I might get away with masturbating this morning, but I knew enough to ask first. I let go and hopped out of bed.

My erection led me down the hall to my room, where I grabbed my housecoat and continued on to the kitchen. Mom was sitting at the kitchen table in her standard black terrycloth robe, sipping her coffee. Her hair was pulled back out of the way, and her robe was tied at the waist. Mom being mom, of course, was sporting plenty of cleavage.

“Morning! How’s my young man this morning?” Mom carried a smile in her voice that you could always hear.

“I’m good.” I smiled at being called, “young man”. I was still a little groggy and moved to take a seat next to her. She reached out and stopped me before I sat down.

“And how’s my penis?” She pulled the belt on my robe and let it fall open. I hadn’t gone completely flaccid yet, and was still pointing out just a bit. “It looks to be doing okay as well!” Her eyes looked up at me. “Good. After breakfast I want you to take a shower and come see me to get locked back up, alright?”

“Sure, mom!” I was surprised at the amount of excitement in my voice. She leaned back in her chair and I sat down.

“Now, don’t do anything in there other than wash up. If I see that you’ve cum while you were in there...” her voice trailed off and she ended the sentence by shaking her head “no”. She sipped her coffee again.

“No, I won’t! I promise!” Mom smiled at my eagerness. I found that I felt quite proud at my statement. I wanted to show her I could control my impulse; to keep myself from cumming.

Twenty minutes later I was stepping out of the shower, with my penis pointing the way to the living room. I kept my word; I didn’t do anything other than wash, but that doesn’t mean my dick was listening. I was horny as ever and trying to keep my erection down was a losing battle. All I could think about was presenting myself to mom and having her cage me. There is no small amount of irony in getting hard over soon not being able to get hard!

We (my penis and I) stepped into the living room where mom was relaxing on the couch. I went up to her straightaway and presented myself for any inspection. She chuckled at my bobbing penis. I was still about half hard, and presenting to mom wasn’t going to relax it in any way!

Mom leaned over and took a close look at me. She took her index finger and placed it on the tip of my glans and worked my penis side to side. By now I was rigid. Mom let a sly grin crawl across her face before looking back up at me.

“Jay, honey, there are a couple of ways we can do this, but I have one I’d like to show you in particular. We have to get you small enough to fit into your cage“. Her evil slowly turned devious. “Now, you had a good night of freedom. Your balls should be nice and empty, don’t you think?”

I had to agree! I had experienced the most intense sexual encounter of my young life last night! “Yeah, probably!” I let out an awkward laugh. I could feel myself blush.

“Well then, here’s what we’re going to do. Are you ready?” I nodded my assent. Mom reached out and grasped my testicles firmly. She looked me in the eyes to gauge my response. Then she squeezed tightly; tight enough to push my balls downward and let her tighten her grip on my sack. I winced with a twinge of pain. Her grip pulled my foreskin all the way back and pushed my penis out forward. I could feel it throb.

Mom raised her other hand and licked her palm. She rubbed across my glans, spreading saliva all over the head and then down my shaft. I blew out a hard breath at the sensation. Then, in a flurry of movement, she grasped me tight by the shaft and began pounding up and down! She squeezed me tight and her hand was a blur of movement as she slammed again and again onto my pelvis. I reached out and grabbed her shoulders to keep from falling.

Mom’s eyes matched the evil in her grin as she continued her assault on my sex. I had stars in my eyes and could barely think. “How’s that cock feel, son?” her voice was guttural and deep; dirty. She never moved her gaze from my dick.

“Oh, god, mom! Oh, fuck!” I watched her hand blur up and down my shaft. Finally, I could feel it; that familiar burn starting to build. The world slows down in your mind when that fog gets to its thickest. That’s what happened here. The burn began, and I could feel my balls start to pull up so that I could cum. Mom’s grip on my scrotum magnified the feeling. The burn of orgasm flowed up my shaft until...mom let go!

As soon as she felt the stirring in my balls, mom let go altogether! My dick was awake and screaming to cum! I felt the flow of sperm up my shaft begin, but then the feeling waned! The peak of orgasm was missed and just a dribble of sperm escaped, flowing down my shaft. I was left breathless and without the release I had expected! Mom smiled up at me.

“That should have filled those balls back up!” She leaned back onto the couch. “Go to the bathroom and try to pee. By the time you do that, you should be nice and soft. Come back and we’ll get you locked back up.” She could see the happy frustration in my eyes. “Go. Come back quick. I want to put my little dicky away.” She rose up and kissed me on the lips. It was tender and warm.

I did as I was asked and hurried back to be locked away. I presented my now flaccid cock to my mother and she pulled my sheath into place. Once I heard the lock click, I relaxed. Mom had taken control of my dick again, and all I could do was enjoy it.

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