TabithaRose

Here’s the first part of a story I wrote for one of my sweet boys. If you’re a very good boy for me, perhaps I’ll show you how it ends in person...


Katherine reached for the remote as the closing credits of the movie scrolled. Clicking off the TV, she rose and stretched, ready to call it a night and go to bed. It had been a long week, and she’d barely managed to stay awake during the silly rom-com she’d streamed from Netflix.

Watching the passionate kisses of the stars in the movie had reminded her just how long it had been since she’d been on a date. Perhaps tonight she’d have a date with “Phil,” her favorite toy.

Flipping off the lights, Katherine walked down the hall. Passing her son Sean’s room, she heard him moaning.

“Honey?” she asked, opening his door. “Are you having a nightma—oh!” She stopped partway into the room, frozen with shock at the sight of her son, naked and masturbating, his hand wrapped in sheer black fabric that she immediately recognized as a pair of her favorite panties that had gone missing in the wash a few weeks ago. Her eyes locked on to his cock, easily visible through the shrouding cloth. She’d known he took after his father, but she hadn’t realized just how much. He was thick and long, slightly curved, and her body tightened involuntarily at the sight.

“Mom!” Sean gasped, fumbling for the covers. “Oh shit…Mom…I can explain…” he stammered, hurriedly shoving the incriminating panties under his blanket.

“What are you doing, young man?” she demanded, resorting to anger to mask her shock and the sick sense of desire that swept over her. “Give me those right now!” Katherine stalked over to his bed, hand out imperiously.

Sean flushed and guiltily pulled her panties out. He crushed them in his fist for a moment as if he would refuse to give them back before reluctantly dropping them in her outstretched hand.

“I’m sorry, Mom,” he mumbled, finally looking up at her. His eyes widened and he drew in a sharp breath as he saw her unconstrained breasts pressing against her thin shirt. Stepping back instinctively, Katherine’s foot brushed something coolly slick on the floor. Looking down, she saw the sultry gaze of a buxom redhead, staring up from the cover of a pornographic magazine.

Something snapped within her. Lifting her foot, she toed the magazine a few feet farther away from the bed.

“Sean,” she heard herself say from a strange distance, “Hand me that magazine.”

“But Mom, I can’t!” he said, startled. “I’m…uh….I’m not wearing anything!”

“I didn’t ask you if you were dressed, young man,” she snapped. “I told you to hand me that magazine. Don’t make me tell you again.”

Sean’s face paled, then flushed. His hands tugged the bedclothes higher up his body as he searched her face for any sign that she was going to relent, but she simply stared at him coolly, expecting his obedience. His eyes dropped and he reluctantly pushed the covers away, trying to cover his half-erect cock with his hands. He sidled past her and snatched the magazine from the floor, holding it in front of himself like a glossy shield.

Katherine extended her hand. Miserably, Sean gave her the magazine. “Sit down on the edge of your bed,” she said. Gratefully, Sean dropped to his bed, reaching for the covers. “Stop,” Katherine ordered. “Did I tell you to cover yourself?”

“No, Mama,” he answered in a small voice, reverting to the name he’d used as a younger boy. He started to cross his hands over himself, but looking up hesitantly through his lashes, he saw her lips tighten and quickly dropped them to his sides. A small shiver of pleasure rippled through him at her slight smile, stiffening his cock.

“I want you to tell me what you were doing with my panties and this magazine, Sean. Tell me exactly what you were doing. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Mama,” Sean replied. He took a deep breath, then blurted out, “I was touching myself, Mama. I was rubbing myself and looking at the pictures in the magazine.”

“Is that all, young man?”

“Umm…no, Mama. I took your panties because they were pretty and made me think of you. And then when I had them, they smelled so good I didn’t want to give them back. And when I rubbed myself with them I…pretended…I pretended that you…”

“That I what, baby? What were you pretending? Tell Mama everything.”

“When I touched myse—,“

“Stop right there, Sean. I know you know the proper words. I want you to use them.” Leaning over, she reached out and gripped his cock firmly. “What is this?”

He shuddered and she felt him harden even more in her hand. “My…my…my penis, Mama. That’s my penis.”

“Good boy,” she said, giving him an approving look. “And what other names does it have?”

“Uhh…they call it a ‘cock’ in the Playboy, or sometimes a ‘dick’ or a ‘pole,’ Mama.”

“Very good, baby,” Katherine smiled and stroked his cock gently. “Now go on. Tell Mama exactly what you were thinking when you wrapped your mother’s black panties around your hand and stroked your cock with them.”

(Oh yes, there was more. Much more...PM me if you’d like Mama to tell you the rest of the story, or write one just for you, or if you want to meet Mama and learn a lesson or two in person. I know you’ve got a little bit of your allowance left, don’t you, baby?)