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Mother Dear Pt. 11

 
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"Mother, please...please...ahhh..."

I'm in pain. It shows in my whimpering, pleading voice. She sips her wine, smiles as she watches me walk, mince, strut around the room. I am walking as she told me too, one foot in front of the other, super-model-on-a-catwalk-like prance. She has 'worked' with me almost every night for the past three weeks, 'training' me to 'walk like a proper girl', as she puts it. That, and perfect my 'dirty little show'.

"Pay attention to that butt! I want to see it sway, more girly girl. I like what I'm seeing. Very well done so far, honey, you've come a long way."

She puts her wine glass on the side table next to her chair. She glances at the clock next to it. Next to the clock is a pill vile of Viagra. She had me take one two hours ago.

"Almost forty five minutes, baby, just a few more minutes to go. You can do it."

I feel throbbing and feel slight numbness in my exposed penis and balls. A tight black ½" wide rubber band pinches hard up around them at the base, not enough constriction to cut off circulation but tight enough to squeeze and keep it all out in front. The band pushes my deeply red and swollen baby smooth balls out greatly. I feel them hit and bounce against my pinched together legs as I mince for her. My fully erect tiny penis, almost 3" long, bobs as I walk. I close my eyes slightly from the pulsating slight pain in my balls as they move in front of me crimped by the tight rubber band. I say nothing. It wouldn't matter anyway.

I show off my erection for her. I am on display. I am naked and in high heels. I walk straight and sexy in my white 4" spike heel ankle strap pumps. The only other thing I wear are handcuffs, my wrists cuffed tightly behind my back. I'm made up as I always am. Full makeup is expected daily in her house. Deeply made up eyes, super shiny lip gloss, she demands it.

"I haven't decided on an outfit for you yet. I'm leaning toward baby doll pajamas. I saw some of the cutest little pajamas online. So little-girl cute, I love those and you'd look marvelous in the ones I think I have picked out for you, honey. Pink chiffon, big puffy shoulder sleeves, super feminine. I'm thinking just the top, not the bottoms, no panties would be best. We want that little thing of yours to be the center of attention when I introduce you to my friend Dennis."

She sips her wine. She looks delicious to me, no other way to describe it. I'm addicted her. Tight black just-below-the-knee hobble skirt, crisp white blouse, opened to show the lace of her pushup bra at the top, her breasts pushed forward straining against her blouse, her sharp pointed stiletto heel shoes, her huge earrings, her wonderful hair pulled back in a tight bun, her model like makeup, I'm owned by her. I will do anything for her. She knows the effect she has on me and she dresses to push it over the top and accentuate it.

"A few more minutes to go, you can do this, baby."

I hold my cheeks open with my cuffed hands. It's expected of me, hands on my cheeks spreading my butt wide as I walk for her. I feel the cool room air on the inside of my inner cheeks and on my tiny little hole. I feel the slight dab of k-y lubricant I wear at all times, per her instructions, as I walk too. I have learned that if she cannot instantly insert her finger into me effortlessly it's a trip to the whipping horse in her basement. I feel the edges of my little hole flex and slide, feel the slippery movement as I strut and hold my butt open for her.

I do my best to please her. I can still feel the fading welts across my cheeks from a discipline session last weekend, a session she used to drive home the point that her lingerie drawer is not to be taken lightly when putting her things away after hand ümitköy escort washing. Her things must be sorted and laid out in the proper place and order.

"Come here, honey."

She sips the last of her wine, puts the glass on the table and leans forward in her chair as I approach her. As I stand in front of her she reaches up and takes my balls in her left hand and cradles them. They throb at her touch. She closes her fingers around them, sees me wince as she holds them firmly. She slaps my erection gently, twice, watches it bounce, hears me whimper.

"Oooo, mama...please, no...uhhhhh...please..."

I bend slightly, she pulls me up straight by my balls.

"Hold still. Stand up straight! We both know this rubber band is necessary, don't we? Remember? You couldn't keep this little hard on hard, remember? We'd get you all hard and erect, have you march around and this little thing faded, fell down unless you or I touched it, remember?"

She giggles. She pinches the head of my penis with her right forefinger and thumb, gently.

"Now that's a proper hard on, little man. Very firm, tiny but firm. I like it. See, I was right. The rubber band, the Viagra, I knew what my little man needed. Didn't I, baby?"

She looks up at me, runs her hand over the head of my penis.

"You're like your father was, small. Not that it mattered. His boss, your Uncle Bill, took good care of me, gave me what I needed. Your father passed his little dick on to you. I know why your ex wife had to take a lover or two. We've shared much. You know sometimes I think about showing you off to her. You'll do anything for me, won't you, baby? Anything?"

"Yes, mama, yes...oh...uhhhh, oooo, please..."

She giggles like a school girl, places the thumb in the underside on the head of my penis. Holding my erection in her hand, she runs her thumb in a small circle over the wet hole.

"My perfect little man. We both know that no woman would ever be able to be sexually satisfied with this little thing but it serves us well, doesn't it, baby? Doesn't it?"

She leans forward, kisses the end of it, as I mumble 'yes'. I start to whimper, moan as her tongue finds the hole and pushes slightly into it. She stares up at me, her tongue held deeply into the hole of my penis. She smiles.

"I am so glad you chose to move back home, honey, so glad. This really is a marvelous arraignment, you being my live-at-home son."

She licks the end of my erection, hears me whimper, moan. She sits back up and rubs me with her thumb.

"Dennis is a very dear friend of mine. I have been planning this night for some time. I like the decadence of it and he's just he man to savor it with. The two of us to be served by my loving son, serving the both of us, he's one of only men I know kinky enough to understand the mother-son s
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