Jared clambered down the stairs, still damp from the shower, bare feet slapping against
the wood of the stairs.  For the first time in days, his dick, limp with fear, slapped
against his thighs as he went.  His heart pounded with fear?  Anticipation?  Both?  He
didn't know what his mom had planned, but Jared had the distinct impression that he was
in trouble.

If he'd been able to put on a pair of pants, at least then he'd feel somewhat more 
secure.  Unfortunately, there had been a heavy new padlock on his door, and no amount
pushing had forced it open.  He had a sneaky suspicion that the key was somewhere in 
his mother's possession and that he wouldn't be seeing it until she decided otherwise.

The concrete of the basement floor was so cold it almost burned the soles of his feet,
so he tiptoed across to the little door at the back, penis dangling ridiculously.  
Jared "ooh!" and "ah!"-ed his way along, offering a prayer to some benevolent god that
his ordeal would be quick, or easy, or both.  The door loomed up before him, ominous
and forbidding, and he hesitated before putting his hand on the knob.

Maybe he shouldn't.  Maybe he should just run, get the hell out; hide someplace where
his mom couldn't find him.  Except he didn't have any pants.  Except he didn't have
anybody to call, really.  Maybe-

"Jared honey, just open the door and come on in."  Karen's voice sent a quiver through
his body, and her son felt a tingle in the head of his cock, followed by a small rush 
of blood, despite the cold in the basement.  Closing his eyes, and praying under his
breath, Jared laid his hand on the doorknob, turned it, and entered.

As he walked in, the door slammed behind him, and a pair of warm, soft arms wrapped
themselves around his waist; one hand, slick with some liquid, slipped over the head 
of his cock and began jerking it back to life while the other started tickling his fat
balls.  Hot breath kissed his shoulders and sweet lips played with his earlobe.

"We're going to have soooo much fun, baby; I'm going to fuck you again and again and
again.  You'd love that, wouldn't you, little boy?  I know you would...but you've got a
lesson to learn, first: nobody has any fun unless *mommy says so.*"  Her voice dropped
to a low, sexy growl, and suddenly Jared felt something hard and cold slide down the
length of his shaft to rest at the base, gripping his dick tight, but not uncomfortably
so.  

Jared's cock was rising rapidly now with his mother's ministrations; as his erection
grew, so did the tightness around it's base.  The obscene sounds of her hand sliding up
and down his dick filled the room and almost drowned out the tiny _click!_ as the grip
around his shaft got much tighter.  The sudden sensation made him gasp and look down;
there, around his fat meat was a narrow band of metal, the purpose of which he could 
only imagine.

Once his cock was trapped, Karen released it and stood up.  "Get on the bed," she 
ordered, giving him a shove.  Confused and aroused, Jared tripped along, stumbling onto
the bed.  Rolling over onto his back, he saw Karen crawling up the bed towards him,
wearing a diaphanous blue tube-top and a tiny skirt of the same material.  Those 
massive tits of her bulged out from the top, her nipples poking through the top but not
quite visible.  She grabbed hold of his cock with one hand and began working it as she
started kissing her way up his body.

"Mmmmm...mommy's little boy is sooo hard," Karen lingered for a moment to tongue his
nipples, making Jared gasp again, and thrust harder into her hand.  "Mommy's going to
make sure you like learning her lesson, baby."  She continued along, licking his 
trembling lips as she went, eventually pushing her huge tits into his face, smothering
him in warm breast meat.

"Yesss, suck mommy's tits, little boy," shifting her tits until one silk-covered nipple
pushed insistently, Karen felt her son's lips latch on and begin nibbling at her teat.
"Ohhh, yeaah...bite my tits, boy...chew 'em...oh yess..."  Her left hand redoubled its
efforts on his cock while the right reached slowly behind the head of the bed.

Jared's head spun with the slick sensation of his mom's hand on his cock, the warmth of
all that soft, silky skin pressed against his, the taste of her titflesh in his mouth,
the way her subtle, musky perfume filled his nose.  He almost didn't notice when she 
snapped the handcuffs onto his wrists. 

"MMphh, nnoo," he pulled his  mouth off of his mom's delicious tit, protesting loudly.
"Please, mom, don't do this...let me go, please.  I'll do whatever you want...fuck you
any time you want, please, just let me go..."

"Oh, baby," Karen cooed, starting to crawl back down his body.  "I know you would, but
that's not what this is about.  This has to do with _control,_ baby.  You've gotta 
learn who's in charge; you were too quick to fuck my ass this morning, little boy.  If
I couldn't trust you then, I'm going to have to train you 'til I can."  She smiled up
at him as she kissed her son's cockhead.  "That cherry lube is good, baby, but not 
nearly as tasty as your sweet precum...yum!"  Her plush, glossy lips wrapped around the
head of his dong, sucking, licking, and nibbling the swollen purple head.  Karen 
gobbled his prick greedily and sloppily; spit slobbered out from between her lips while
she licked up the towering, pulsating shaft to the weeping mushroom at the top.

"Ohh mom, nooooo..." he groaned while his senses swam through the pleasure.  And then,
slap! slap! two  more shackles on his ankles, holding him to the bed in a warm iron
grip.

"I'll tell you what, baby," she pulled her mouth off his swollen meat.  "When you cum,
I'll let you go.  How does that sound?  One little cummy.  Just splash all that hot
spunk all over my face, and I'll unlock you."  Her thumb rubbed the head of his cock
so fast it was a blur.  All Jared could do was thrust into her hand harder.  "Come on,
little boy, give mommy all that seed...I looove drinking your cum, baby.  Cum for 
mommy!  Cum!  Cum!  CUM!"  He could feel the semen boil in his balls as his mother
worked away at his cock, could feel the sweet pain build behind the head of his dick
that signalled orgasm, that signalled the release of all his cream...but nothing 
happened.  Sitting on the edge of orgasm, Jared's hips pumped faster into his  mom's
hand, the feeling building to a crest that never broke to that wave of pleasure.

After a few moments more of forcefully manipulating his dick, Karen took her hand from
his cock, saying "I guess you don't want out _that_ badly, now do you?"  She licked the
precum from her hand with a wet, pink tongue.  "Mmmm...I was looking forward to 
slurping down all that cum, too..."  

"Ah well," she sat back on her haunches, pushing her massive rack out; the fabric of 
her outfit was so thin that Jared could clearly see the darker circlhes of her nipples
through the tube top; he could even make out the lips of her pretty pussy underneath
the scrap of blue tied around her hips, dripping hot feminine cream down onto the bed.
"You might not want to cum, little boy, but mommy certainly does."  Her hand slipped 
underneath the skirt, and he could only watch helplessly as the shadow of her hand 
began working at that dripping little snatch.

"Ooooh, baby," Karen began humping her hand, inches away from his throbbing cock.  "I
wish this was your cum down here...I wish you'd spurted all that lovely hot cream all
over mommy's thighs...mmmmm..."  She bit a glossy pink lip and started to maul one of
her tits.  "Oh yeeahh...I wish my hands were all slippery with your spunk...spreading
your seed all over my steaming cunt...pushing it up...up...up!"  Jared strained at his
restraints, eager to get at his mother, desperate to ram his cock up inside her tight 
little quim.

"Mom...I wanna fuck you...let me fuck you, please!  I want to fuck your cunny, mommy!"
Karen laughed at his insistent cries.

"I know you do, baby," there were wet sloshing noises coming from beneath her skirt.  
"You want mommy's tight little gash...to pound mommy's cunt until she cums, baby...to
make mommy scream with all that thick meat."  Karen began gasping and humping faster,
working away at her steaming slit.  "Ooooh yeeaaah...oh yes!  Oh yes!  Oh YES!!"  Her
body writhed, snakelike, muscles clenching as she brought herself to orgasm.  Once she
was done, Karen gave her son a smouldering look, wiping her hand and cunt dry with the
obscene little skirt.

"Snack on this, baby."  Ripping the skirt off with a jerk, Karen shoved it down inside
his mouth, giving his tongue a searing appetiser of that delicious nectar that satisfied
his deepest craving.  His mouth full of fragrant fabric, Jared's frustrated cries were
muffled while she got off the bed, and stalked over to the wardrobe, hips rocking back
and forth, ass rolling sensually, long, muscular legs rippling gently.  

Looking back at him over her shoulder, Karen ran her hand over the smooth, jiggling
globe of an ass cheek.  "I guess I can't really blame you for wanting to fuck this so
badly, baby...mmmmm and your pole felt soooo good, filling up my tight little shitter.
But you've gotta learn, baby...gotta learn to wait 'til I give the word."  Opening the
door of the wardrobe, Jared's view of her body was blocked, except for occasional 
glimpses of ass, or a nipple, or a shapely little foot.  

In the meantime, he chewed the skirt, anxious to work all the cunt cream out of it,
desperate to satisfy the hunger at the back of his head.  The taste of his mother's
juices reminded him of those tight little lips, peeking out at him from above, pink and
glistening wet, not to mention her tight little rosebud with a spicy taste all of its
own.  He gave a groan of frustration and struggled against his bonds again; his fat
cock was hard and needy, eager for even a moment of the hot tight heaven of his 
mother's twin holes.

"Ooooh, baby...are you getting frustrated?"  Karen sauntered out on a pair of black,
skintight, calf-high boots with five-inch heels and a tight vest of the same colour,
breasts spilling out between the lapels and jiggling with every step.  Her hair had
been piled high atop her head in a mass of chestnut curls.  His mom's pussy was 
completely bare, save for a tiny 'V' of pubic hair, pointing to the steaming hot hole
between her thighs.  A bulging doctor's bag hung from one hand.

Jared nodded frantically, mumbling around the skirt in his mouth.  His massive cock,
erect and drooling, bobbed in sympathy.

"Oh, I'm sooo sorry, baby, but you've got to learn, haven't you?"  She pulled a plush
armchair over from beside the wardrobe, and sat down, putting her feet up on the bed.
She ran the toe of her left boot down the underside of his stiff cock.  He moaned into
the sopping wet skirt and tried to hump her foot, desperate for sensation, any 
sensation.

"I bet you wish this was my hand, baby," Karen rubbed the soft leather over the head of
his cock, smearing the surface with his sticky precum.  "Just like I wish this," she 
reached into the bag and pulled out a thick pink dildo, almost as big as Jared's huge
cock, but not quite.  "...was your thick meat, baby."  The ridged sole of her tall boot
sent quivers through Jared's spine and his dick as she began to slowly stroke him with
it.  "Oh, honey," Karen spread her other leg wide, and ran the head of the dildo over
her sopping-wet labia, exposing the angry pink inner lips and that empty, needy hole
between her thighs.  "I wish this was your dick, little boy...teasing my wet little hole
with the tip of your cock...mmmmmm, oh yeah..."

She slooowly ran the ridges of her boot over the weeping mushroom at the tip of his 
dick, teasing the boy as each rubber wedge flicked over his sensitive crown.  The more
he struggled, the slower she went, knowing that the delicious shockwaves that were 
rocking Jared's body were sheer erotic torture.

"My poor little boy...feels soooo good, doesn't it?  I bet you wish you could cum, 
don't you?  Spurt all that creamy polish over my boots, paint mommy's thighs with your
hot seed...almost as much as I want to push your cock into my tight little cunny, like
thisssss..."  The bulbous head of her dildo vanished into her waiting gash, sending a
gush of pussy juice out around the latex head to spatter loudly on the floor.  "Oh god,
yesssss, baby...I wish this was your cock, so sloooowly stroking in and out of mommy's
cunt..."  She pushed the imitation dick as far into her snatch as it would go, until  
there was only enough pink plastic left outside her hot gates to pull it out again; the
toe of her boot pressed hard against his swollen head, and Jared screamed with pleasure
and frustration.

"Mmmmm, mommy's pussy is soooo full, baby," Karen's thumb started strumming her clit
as she started stroking his dick faster with her foot.  "But your cock is sooo much
better...you stretch mommy out like nobody else, little boy...mommy feels you in places
nobody's ever touched before...mmmmmm...oh yeah...fuck mommy, baby.  Fuck mommy's foot
like you'd fuck her cunt, Jared...yeah, hump my foot like a dog, baby...mmmmm, yeah..."
Karen started pumping her own pussy with her dildo, making sloshing noises as the cunt
juice flowed out around the fake cock, her hand shining wetly with pussy cream.  Her 
son obdeiently humped himself at the sole of her boot as hard as he could, huge balls
slapping against his own thighs as he fucked himself on her foot.

"Oh yeah, little boy...fuck my foot...like you'd fuck this sweet lil' cunny of mine,
baby...mmmmm yes...fuck it harder!  Fuck my foot HARDER!  Yeah!  That's right!  Hump
it!  Oh baby, I wish you were in me!  I wish I had all that hot meat in my cunt...
squeezing...milking...pulling all that hot juice out of your big ol' balls...oh, yes!
Fuck it!  Fuck me!  Fuck!  FUCK!  FUUUUUUCK!"  Karen and Jared screamed in unison as
orgasm hit her, sending her body writhing and coiling in the throes of orgasmic energy.

She came down slowly, panting and sweating, but Jared kept screaming and squirming on
the bed.  It took her a moment to figure out what had happened: when the orgasm had 
washed over her body, her legs had shot straight out, and three inches of Karen's 
heel had sunk itself up inside Jared's virgin asshole.  Jared's frantic writhing was
caused by the fiery sensation his mother's invasion had produced in his stiff cock;
an agony he'd never known before, coupled with the sensuous fire of orgasm?  Upon
closer inspection, Karen spotted a thick, white ribbon of cum slowly seeping out of
his throbbing cocknob; not spurting in orgasmic release, but gradually dribbling out.

She sat back, a wicked grin on her face.  Jared's mom _certainly_ hadn't thought of 
that before!  As possibilites turned themselves over in her head, the doorbell rang.

Both mother and son froze; one with fear, the other with curiosity.  Pulling her
heel out of his ass, Karen stood, a lopsided grin on her face.

"Now who could that be?"  She asked herself, ignoring Jared, flopping around on the
bed like a landed fish.  Grabbing a skirt from behind the bedhead, she left the room,
and mounted the stairs.

Jared's frustration and pain hit him like a wave, and he had to fight back a quiet
sob.

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Who's upstairs?  Stay tuned and find out!



  
