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(c) 2002 copyright by SJTJ (aka Naive)
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Mother's conspiracy (Chapter 1)
By Naive, shattered_mind@hotmail.com

	It was late on Saturday night when Jason walked in the door. The thunder 
and lightning were making a racket outside and the lights flashed on and off a 
few times. Placing his coat and umbrella away, he could hear the faint sounds of 
the TV from the living room. The hall light upstairs was on, so he knew his 
mother hadn't gone to bed yet. She seemed to have a lot of problems sleeping 
since his father had passed on. Only a year had passed but the memory of his 
father was everywhere. The two story home they lived in was built by him, it 
took him a couple years and a lot of work, but he made their dream house. 

	Tonight it was hard to think of his mother's problems he had enough of his 
own. His girlfriend had always been a little odd but tonight she threw him for a 
loop. She asked him to do the impossible for her, but he loved Sarah so much he 
had to at least consider it. Sarah was his girlfriend, now on five years, but of 
late she was getting stranger and stranger. She was always into playing power 
games and some rough sex, but now she wanted to take it a step further; Jason 
wasn't sure if he wanted too or even could. All he could think about was the 
conversation they had earlier in the day, as he walked into the living room. 
Just then, the old grandfather clock struck one. He heard his mother gasp as the 
clock went off. He had to laugh, she always seemed so jumpy - especially with 
out dad.

	"Hi mom.", he said in a humorously.

	"Oh, Jason your home. I'm so glad to see your not staying out late and 
worrying your mother.", she said drenched with sarcasm.

	"Sorry, mom I was out late with Sarah. We were talking."

	"Nothing wrong I hope."

	"Not really.", he said with a hinge of hesitation.

	"Come on you can tell me, I'm your mother, that's what I do!"

	"Actually, I can't tell you because your my mother."

	"Ah, sex is it?"

	"MOM!", he yelled as he changed three shades of red.

	"Oh, please Jason. I know the word and what it means . in fact if I 
remember right I had you.", she said with an evil smile. She could tell he was 
uncomfortable talking about these things with her, but she was his mother and 
knew much more then he. "Come here and sit with me." Patting the seat beside 
her. Jason wasn't sure if he should talk to her or make a run for his room. `oh, 
well what could it hurt' he thought to himself. Jason sat down on the large 
plush couch, the TV was on mute and the screen was putting closed captions 
across the bottom. He didn't recognize the movie. Just as it started to catch 
his attention the big screen blinked off. With a sigh he readied himself for a 
grueling conversation. Lisa Farrow, Jason's mother, was a healthy woman in her 
late forties, but she looked like she was in her early thirties with bright blue 
eyes and long blond hair. As a rule she worked out twice a day and jogged a few 
miles when she got home. Jason looked her over and could tell by the sweats she 
was wearing, that she had just finished working out. Just then another blast of 
thunder roared through the house. Both of them jumped a little at the noise. It 
kind of broke the mood though, and Jason didn't feel so tense sitting there with 
his mom. Slowly the laughter died out and Lisa just sat there waiting for him to 
start.

	"Come on, Jason. You can talk to me. I know that it use to be you and your 
father doing the man thing and talking about sex, but I can listen and talk as 
well as he could.", she tried to put on her most reassuring smile. He was a 
little jumpy. It reminded her so of her husband. His dark brown hair and hazel 
eyes, with a strong athletic build.

	"Sorry, mom. It's just hard. You know how guy's are." he tried to play it 
off , but she just sat there waiting - her eyes gnawing into his. "Ok, well I'm 
sure you figured that me and Sarah have been doing it for a while." Her response 
threw him she had this look of shock and horror on her face. Jason's started to 
worry, just then his mom just broke out laughing.

	"You should of seen the look on your face!", she gasped between chuckles. 

	"That's how you thought I would react didn't you!"

	"Well, yea.", Jason admitted with a flush of color.

	"I'm sorry, please go on. I just wanted you to know that you could tell me 
anything. Come on.", she said with a hug. "Let's talk."

	"Sarah's gotten a little strange of late she wants to try things and I 
don't know about the type of experimentation she wants to try."

	"Hmm, well Sarah seems to have a good head on her shoulders. I couldn't 
see her doing anything too weird."

	"Mom, you just don't know."

	"Tell me then."

	"It's kind of fetish-y." His panned through the spectrum in embarrassment. 
His mother just patted him on the leg and urged him to go on. "Somehow she's 
gotten into S&M a little. She wants to try things on me until she thinks I'm 
ready; then she wants me to train her." Jason could only watch for a reaction. 
Surprisingly, she seemed to take it in stride.

	"What kind of S&M?"

	"Lots of different kinds."

	"Just tying you up, or some real pain involved." She just watched amused 
as her son was dumbfounded. He never thought of her as a sexual creature. Much 
less as knowing about the less savory aspects of sex. "Are you just going to sit 
there?" she asked casually.

	"Uh, both. She wants to give me some pain. She said not too much, just 
enough to get me into the mood."

	"I never thought that Sarah would be into those kind of things. She seems 
so normal."

	"She is normal." He growled.

	"You really do love her don't you." She couldn't help but smile. He was 
starting to act like his father did so many years ago. It was hard to believe 
that Jason was already twenty-five, and so handsome. "I didn't mean to sound 
like she was anything, but normal."

	"Sorry. I just don't like anyone saying anything bad about her. I guess I 
love her a lot."

	"Don't worry son. Your father was just like you."

	"He was?"

	"Oh yes, very much so." She grabbed his hand and held it tight. She missed 
her husband so much these days. It was lonely at home alone; all her friends 
were married, so she felt strange being around them. Being alone also had other 
more, carnal, side effects; she tried not to think about it. "So, tell me what 
does she have in mind. I still can't believe she would really do anything that 
would hurt you." Again he flushed red. She was starting to wonder how naive her 
son really was. Sarah was probably his only partner.

	"She wants to kick me."

	"Kick you?" she said confused

	"Kick me down there.", he said looking away.

	"Really?"

	"Yea. She says it won't be that bad."

	"Don't you know?" She said truly surprised. She thought that all men had 
gotten hit once or twice in the jewels as they grew up. But, she could see him 
shaking his head no. "Didn't she want to try? So you'd know?"

	"Yea, but I didn't trust her. I mean we're talking about my nuts. I don't 
want to be a eunuch. I'd just die if I couldn't have kids. And, who knows what 
could happen."

	"You've gone with her for five years and you don't trust her?"

	"I do, but I don't. I guess I'm just scared. She might like it and what 
happens if I don't? I'll feel guilted into it. I guess . I don't know.", he 
looked down a little ashamed.

	"Well couldn't you get some one else you trust to do it? Or, one of your 
friends like Brian: you've known him forever. You two still play baseball and do 
everything together."

	"Nah, they'd just laugh at me even considering it. I can hear them 
taunting me now. `look it's nut job' `anybody need a good kick' `your girl join 
the NFL yet' and the like." Lisa had to try hard to hide her smile, but they 
were funny. "I just don't trust anyone enough."

	"You mean you don't trust me." She asked a little hurt.

	"Of course I trust you, but your my mom."

	"And that means?"

	"Well, you couldn't do something like that. I'm your son. It'd be incest 
like."

	"It would?" She said with a smile. "So getting hit in your jewels is a 
sexual thing?"

	"No. Well . I guess not. I don't think of it that way, at least."

	"Me either, so I guess I could do it for you."

	"Really. Well, I don't know ."

	"Come on. Do you really want to know what it's like or not? Or, are you 
just going to tell Sarah no - without ever knowing?" She said with a quirky 
little smile. She couldn't believe this was happening. Was this right? Should 
she even be considering doing this, much less doing it to her son? Lisa had seen 
it done to many men, but never had a chance to do it herself. The closest she 
ever got was getting Jason Sr. while wrestling. He went down quick when that 
happened. She kind of liked the power trip it gave her when her husband was at 
her mercy. This would be new.

	"Alright, but just a few times to see what it's like and when I say stop - 
we stop, ok?" Lisa nodded as they got up. Jason stood across from her and she 
could see her son was getting hard: for not being sexual they both seemed to be 
getting a little aroused by it. She could feel herself getting wet as her heart 
fluttered in her chest.

	"Are you ready?" Jason nodded. The room went white as she reared back - 
streaks of lightning lit the sky outside as her foot came forward. Jason caught 
off guard by the lightning took it full force. Pain coursed through his body, 
white dots started floating in his eyes, and his lunch felt ready to burst from 
his stomach.

	"Eno..." was all he had time to squeak out before the thunder rushed in to 
drowned out all sound. He planted his hands on his knees, too embarrassed to 
grab his aching sac. Just then a second foot landed catching him once again by 
surprise. His balls felt like they were about to burst trough his jeans seeming 
to swell to twice their size in seconds. He couldn't see anything. He wasn't 
sure if he was blinded by the lightning or if the pain made him blind. He ground 
his teeth to keep the bile down and tried hard to say stop but he was completely 
out of breath and he couldn't release his jaw. Never before had he ever felt 
such pain - not even the time he broke his collar bone in two. Lisa watched him 
straighten a little after the second, and figured she most of missed; he still 
looked ok. He didn't seem to move to say stop so she threw her last kick. `He 
was such a strong boy' she thought to herself. And, she could feel her juices 
flowing. This was the closest contact she had with a man since her husband 
passed on. She felt good. Letting the third go she caught him waving his hand to 
stop but it was already to late. Her foot impacted square on his balls. Jason 
let out a high squeak. The pain encased all his thoughts all he could do was 
grab his nuts, hoping to dear god they were alright. But, that was just a 
fleeting thought as he watched the floor slowly tumble towards him: luckily 
consciousness blinked out just before he hit the ground. The rumble died out and 
Lisa just watched him hit the ground. The squeak still weak in the air. A rush 
of pleasure rushed through her like none she had ever felt before. A wash of 
pure white tingle through her whole body, heart pounding. She could just barely 
hold back the small convulsions as she stood there dumbfounded by her own 
reaction and the power she felt. This was almost better then sex. As the 
pleasure slow ebbed away she noticed her son wasn't moving. 
That's when she started to worry.

	Jason woke up in his bed. A rush of pain catapulted to his brain as he 
moved. He looked down to see he was lying nude on top of the sheets with a ice 
pack on his balls. `God' he thought to himself that was the worst pain he ever 
felt, but for some reason he still had a raging hard-on. Just then his mother 
walked in. He grabbed the ice pack to cover himself, but the grab was short 
lived - the pain jumped to the almost unbearable level. He could feel the bile 
gathering at the back of his throat.

	"Nnt, stop that. Your only going to hurt yourself like that." She said 
with a smile. She felt revived by the experience but her son was worse for ware. 
Next time she would have to be more careful. "It's not like I've never seen you 
in the nude. Remember, I use to put your diaper on."

	"I'm a little old for diapers mom." He managed to say through the pain. 
Jason stretched out and just hoped the pain would take away the embarrassment. 
"Could you please cover me?"

	"Not, until the swelling goes down a little. I want to make sure your ok." 
She said lifting the bag from his testicles. He had a good sized dick slightly 
bigger then his father's - almost seven inches. She couldn't believe he was 
still up it had been over an hour and he still was standing at attention. "Why 
didn't you say stop if I was hurting you."

	"I tried!!!" he said scathing her with his tone. She felt a little guilty 
but he had no right to talk to her that way.

	"Now do get upset. I'm sorry. I didn't now that you wanted me to stop."

	"I DID! But, it's not like you gave me time to say stop. And, that damn 
lightning!" he wanted to yell and cry so much, but he couldn't in front of his 
mom.

	"Watch your mouth. Your not suppose to talk to me that way."

	"Well your not suppose to be a sadistic bitch!" that was it she dropped 
the ice pack back down on his balls. Jason jerked forward in pain and lightly 
grabbed the bag. The jolt hit his brain, and at that moment he realized he 
wasn't the one in control here.

	"That's enough young man. You will respect me in my house."

	"Yes, mother." His response caught her by surprise. Then she noticed him 
clutching the bag she had off-handedly dropped. Suddenly she got a rush. She was 
in control again. Lisa could feel the power. "That's better. Now lie back." He 
did as commanded. "I'm going to have to make sure your alright down there so 
just lie still." Lisa lifter the pack and noticed he was even bigger then 
before.

	"I'm sorry mom. I know it wasn't your fault. Just remind me never to do 
that again." Jason said in a defeated voice.

	"Of, course." Lisa reached down and started to feel his testicles to make 
sure they were still intact. She could hear Jason pull in a breath of pain as 
she griped them. All, she could think of was him calling her a sadistic bitch. 
She griped down hard and watched he son go ridged and his eyes started to roll 
up. She squeezed a little harder and watched him fall unconscious again. 
Suddenly his dick started to convulse and cum started to squirt out. She 
unconsciously jumped back but never let go of her son's sac. He cam all over 
himself and his bed. Finally the convulsions stopped and Lisa let her grip go. 
She would have to talk to Sarah. Her relationship with her son was going to 
change a little. She didn't want to hurt him, but this was the closest she could 
get to sex at the moment and she didn't even have to take her clothes off. With 
one finger she picked up some of his cum and rubbed it across her lips. She let 
a slight smile grow across her face as she thought `tastes like chicken'. She 
gave her sons balls a few more squeezes as she fingered herself. His body still 
responded with tears and minor convulsions. AS she cam she knew that she was now 
in control. The fun was just starting.

(c) 2002 copyright by SJTJ (aka Naive)
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