8 comments/ 343321 views/ 44 favorites A Momma's Boy By: a real jrkoff Some men are just born dickheads. Tom was a 32 year old dickhead... or at least his wife certainly thought so. He had just lost his job of ten years and now he was having trouble pleasing his young better half. It wasn't the sex... they didn't do that anymore. It was just that Tom had a bad habit of getting into his wife's things. Basically timid in nature, he was a devout masturbator who had somehow wound up married to a gorgeous young woman. Stephanie was the typical "Jewish American Princess" you may have heard about. She was a sweet, perky young woman of 21, who was a born pricktease. She never really had to try... it came naturally. She had long straight blond hair, and the biggest brown eyes he had ever seen. Small, but firm breasts, that gave her a youthful charm. Her legs were the muscular kind that looked incredible in any kind of hosiery. Her ass was womanly- magnificently sculpted and jutting far outward from her smaller frame. Her fat little ass teased Tom, something fierce. The way it stretched a pair of panties to the maximum. The way it always seemed to stick out prominently when she stood with her weight cocked on one leg... and the way it conspired to pull her panties deeply into the tight crack- teasing any poor fool who was unfortunate enough to look at it directly... like Tom. Stephanie's favorite way to lounge around was in her youthful little panties fully displayed to her perverted husband. Stephanie's ass alone could make a fellow spurt in his pants like a little boy, if he wasn't careful. It was all very, very wicked to Tom. The last straw occurred when his young wife had actually caught him masturbating himself into a pair of her good panties. The adorable pink ones with the little kitties all over them. He recalled how the little kittens had looked staring up at him from their pink cotton background... covered in a blanket of his hot sticky sperm. "Please Stephanie, can't we talk about this?" "NO." Was her only reply. Their car sped along, through suburban neighborhoods with his wife at the wheel. They were going to visit Stephanie's mother. Tom had it explained to him the previous night. Stephanie and her mother shared everything... there were no secrets. She was her Mommy's Angel, and the two would talk for hours nearly every night. Sometimes Tom would use the time as an opportunity to indulge in his favorite dirty habit: jacking off on his wife's pretty panties. Stephanie had called her mother and told her all about her husband's dirty habit, and loser lifestyle. She had called him to the phone, interrupting his awful stroking. He quickly pulled up his pants and made his way to the living room where his wife was. She had looked scornfully at his flushed face and his rapid breathing. He remembered how she was dressed- in an oversized T-shirt and a pair of pale peach panties that peeked out teasingly from the hem. She had held the phone receiver out to him, and said 'momma wants to talk to you.' Tom had nervously held the phone to his ear, and listened as his Mother's proclamations fell on him like a ton of bricks. "Thomas, I am very,very disappointed in you. I think you have been behaving like a dirty, little child, and I think you need to spend some time here... with me, to learn a good lesson." She had hung up after that. The car pulled into the driveway and Stephanie turned off the engine. They both sat in silence as the motor cooled. "Stephanie, honey... I will get a job..." "Shut up! Tom... just shut up, okay? I am sick of your excuses, sick of your filthy habits. You're a jackoff!" Tom was silent... she was really mad... and she had called him a jackoff! The word had sounded so dirty coming from her pretty, innocent mouth. Tom's penis was a heavy club in his pants. "Mom has a room for you, and your going to stay with her until I hear that you have cleaned up your act. I'll check on you from time to time, but for now... you will treat her like she is your mother too. Understand?" He had no idea what she was talking about, but new he didn't want to get himself in any more hot water with his beautiful wife. If this was how they would stay together as a married couple, then he would accommodate her. "Yes, Stephanie, I understand, but how long..." "Tom, go into the house, now." He nervously shuffled out of the car and up to the steps before casting a longing eye back to the car, his wife, and... as he would soon learn, his last claims to his manhood. Roz Bernstein was a hard-looking older woman of 46. She carried herself with dignity and power. This was a Woman with whom you would not win an argument. But she was somehow attractive amidst all of her feminine strength. She possessed an almost indefinable sexual prowess that many older women seem to have. The graceful way she moved around, full of confidence and arrogance in the way she swiveled and shook her big ass. The way her dress molded to her incredible figure- emphasizing her womanly maturity instead of hiding it. Tom thought she was incredibly exciting to look at. She was not the stereotypical Jewish mother,however. She was addicted to controlling cock. Roz opened the door after the second knock and motioned Tom inside after waving goodbye to her daughter. She was on the phone with someone so Tom just stood there in her living room feeling somewhat out of place. He took the opportunity to sneak furtive glances at her. She was dressed in a white blouse, navy skirt, with matching navy blue colored stockings and black pumps. Her short brunette hair was stylishly done, with just a few streaks of silver and gray to lend her a dignified feminine appearance. She was smoking a cigarette as she chatted with one of her many friends. Tom continued to stare at her as he noticed in one of her hands a wad of familiar looking fabric. My god... it was a pair of Stephanie's panties! They were balled up in one of her hands, the little floral print vaguely crusty from several day's worth of pathetic self-abuse. He actually felt himself blush fully from his forehead down to his toes. A small droplet of sweat slowly tickled its way down his cheek. Despite this revelation, however, he couldn't help but notice his attractive Mother's hosiery. Oh, those stockings looked fine, thought Tom. They were the kind he would have loved to jerk off into... if the opportunity ever presented itself. She looked dressed up to go out. Maybe... maybe she would leave him here to wait- with her stockings. He hoped they had a toe reinforcement... he loved to feel the reinforced nylon clutching at his swollen cockhead. Tom's self-indulgent thoughts of perversion where abruptly cut short when his mother spoke. "...well... at the moment he seems to be looking at my stockings." The words made Tom blush bright red and he quickly looked down at the floor in embarrassment. His mother in law chuckled. "...yep. Just another little boy trying to hide his dirty thoughts. ...okay Barb, you enjoy your time off. Gotta run. Bye." She hung up the phone and walked over to stand in front of Tom. "Thomas. What were you thinking about when you were looking at my hosiery?" The young man couldn't meet the older woman's gaze, for he somehow anticipated the knowing smirk he would find there. "I... I... I wasn't thinking about anything. Just waiting for you to finish your call." She extended two finely lacquered fingernails to grasp him by the chin and raise his eyes to hers. The smirk was there, just as he had feared. "Thomas. Were you thinking dirty things about my stockings? Things involving your penis?" He shuddered at the way she spoke to him... down to him. And the way she called attention to his penis made him feel small. For some dark, unknown reason... he felt himself growing hard between his legs. As if tugged by some unseen force, Roz' eyes were drawn down to the crotch of his trousers... and the little lump forming there. She cocked one eyebrow as she studied it with arch disdain. "Thomas... I want you to remove your pants for me." He froze for a moment then shyly undid his belt and zipper... fumbled with the clasp on his trousers... and then slid his pants down his hairy legs. His arousal was cut short by his mother's genuine hearty laughter. "Ohh, Thomas! What an adorable pair of underpants! I just love those little boy white jockeys! Did my Stephanie pick those out for you... or was it your mother?" He had never thought of his underpants as being "little boy" before, but suddenly he felt very childish and ashamed as he stood there in front of his new governess, fully dressed as she was. "Hurry up... remove your pants, and hand them to me." Tom felt so foolish as he handed over his pants to his mother-in- law. She took them possessively into her hand and tossed them into a paper bag next to the sofa. "My, my, my... what a big boner.", she crooned, her voice dripping with mock sympathy. Her elegant hand reached out and caressed his aching hardon through his white Hanes briefs. Tom shuddered at the contact and his mother chuckled at the display. Then the kindness left her and her hardness was back. "You should be ashamed of yourself, Thomas. I mean... a boy your age playing with himself." He started to say something, but she shushed him. She brought the panties up from her other hand. The panties she had been clutching in her fist. Exhibit A. Her daughter's pretty flowered panties, soiled from his juvenile masturbation. She held them up in both hands. Allowing the once pretty fabric to dangle accusingly before his terrified face. "Stephanie has told me that you masturbate into her panties." He recoiled at her use of the word, as if she had just slapped him across the face. "I think that's perfectly disgusting. A filthy, disgusting, childish habit. We're going to train you to learn that." Tom looked at the panties she held in front of him. He could see dried smears of his dork cream all over the pretty flowers. "From now on, when you are in my house, you are not allowed to wear pants. Is that clear?" "Please... Roz...." She cut him off by holding her hand up. "I don't care much for perverts and I don't know of any Women who do. If you are to spend time in my home, you will be subject to frequent underpants inspections." She paused to let the words hang in the air. The effect was a thrilling wave of shame that seemed to wash over the young man. Roz took note that his penis was actually throbbing now in his briefs. "The second rule is that you will address me with respect. I know you think you are a big boy now that you are married to my daughter, but she has indicated to me that in addition to still leaving brown marks and other childish stains in your underpants, that your efforts as a husband are pitifully inadequate. As your caretaker now, and your disciplinarian, I will expect that you acknowledge my authority over your bad behavior, Thomas. So, you will call me Mommy... and I don't care who happens to be around to hear it. Understand?" Tom stood there absorbing her words... his cock dancing in his little briefs. What had she said? His DISCIPLINARIAN?? He stared at her for a moment before realizing she was waiting for an answer. He swallowed nervously, and spoke. "Yes." "Yes what, Thomas?" "Yes, Mommy." "Good boy." He shuddered at her words. He felt so stupid and embarrassed to be standing there with a hardon. And she could clearly see it throbbing with everything that she said to him. Roz took a seat on a straight backed chair in her living room and beckoned her son to come over to her. He shuffled over and she took him by the wrist forcing him to take a seat on her maternal lap. "Now, Thomas. I want you to answer some questions for me, and I expect complete honesty when you answer, or I will pull down your underpants and give you a spanking, do you understand?" His face grew bright red. "Yes, Mommy. I understand." "Good. Now, how often do you play with yourself?" "well... I... um..." "Thomas. You will answer me, or I will spank your bare bottom until you can't sit down for a week! Answer the question!" "e...every day." "What? Speak up Thomas, and speak in complete sentences." "I play with myself about three times a day, Mommy." "Filthy! Shame on you!" Her rebuke was harsh and full of venom. "You pull on your dirty little penis and make your little messes for my daughter to find, and then you expect to be treated like a man?" Tom turned a much darker shade of crimson and he thought he might faint from the indignity of it all. She knew! His wife had told her mother EVERYTHING! "Don't you, tommy!" She was demanding an answer. "Y...yes, mommy... I play with myself and leave my messes for Stephanie to find." "Thomas. You should be ashamed of yourself. From now on, I want you to refer to my daughter as Ms. Stephanie. I am not comfortable with a masturbating young man referring to a woman in such an informal way. You are already a disgrace... I expect at least some level of manners. We will be working quite a bit on your manners, in fact. "Come on, little boy. Off momma's lap." She was laying it on thick. The condescension was dripping in her voice. Tom slipped off the warm comfort of his "mommy's" lap as she got up and took him firmly by the ear. He blushed as much from the humiliation as from the pain of her grip. She led him through the hallway to the rear of the house and opened a door. "This was my Stephanie's room when she was a little girl. It will be your room now." The room was typical of a little girl's room. Pink was the primary color theme here. The requisite stuffed animals adorned a floral print bedspread and there were cute animal print panties peaking from a white dresser drawer in the corner. "Tommy. I want you to be dressed properly for me and any guests that I choose to have." "G...guests, Mommy?" "Yes. I like to entertain my ladies bridge group at my house on Thursdays and I don't expect to have a dirty little boy running around and getting underfoot... unless he is at least respectfully attired." Again, his eyes were drawn to the pretty little panties sticking out of the dresser drawer. Little girl's panties... surely she didn't mean... "You're looking at my daughter's panties. I'll bet you're thinking about masturbating on them, aren't you?" He swallowed his dignity with a gulp and nodded silently. Roz shook her head in disbelief. This was too much! She fully intended on breaking this pervert of his filthy habits. "Put them on." "What?!" SMACK! Her hand left a red print on the side of his cheek. "You heard me well enough. Don't make me have to repeat myself. Put those panties on yourself and then stand in front of me and let me have a look at you." "But those are for little girls... I..." Roz fixed a mean glare at Tom, pointed one lacqured fingernail at the white dresser and tapped a high heel against the floor. "Those... are for little girls, and perverts! March!" Tom could see that he really didn't have much choice at this point. "Y... yes, Mommy." He dutifully retrieved the humiliating garment. Once, an agonizing fetish artifact, now the instrument of his emasculation, he held the little panties in front of this older Woman. He removed his underpants and handed them over to his new governess. His penis was horribly stiff and the cords and veins stuck out in stark relief against the drum-tight skin. He was terribly aware of his bare scrotum and the heaviness he felt in his balls... the way they swayed and shifted with his every movement. Roz stared directly at his penis, a horrified expression on her dignified face. "tommy... step into your little panties now... for Momma." Her words rippled down his spine and tickled his naked anus. He could actually feel it pulsing, forcing more of his thick lust into his bloated penis. It was a shameful display for a grown man to make in front of a Lady. He stepped into the girl's panties and pulled them up his legs. "That's right." Roz cooed at him. At the last minute she seized his penis. Her fingers actually pulled slightly at the bare skin along the underside of it. She took the waistband in her other fingers and forcing his aching cock downward, she let the waistband go with a little snap. "Charming." She said, sarcastically. "Tommy, I want you to understand that I really have no intention of putting a halt to your dirty habit. I just want you to understand fully, that you will suffer because of it." "s...suffer?" His throat was dry and he was acutely aware of the soft cotton fabric of the panties on his balls. "Yes, little boy. You will be taking a ride on the "L" in a moment. I created it myself, you know." Roz was obviously a little smug about her invention. It made Tom croak softly in his throat. She left the room only to return a moment later with something in her hand. She held it up for him to see... relishing his reaction. The "L" was a clear plastic tube shaped just like the letter for which it was named. The plastic was thick and unforgiving... but allowed an unobstructed view of the interior. "Your penis goes in there", she pointed to the round opening. "It slides up and down on you after you are greased properly, and the bend in the middle forces your thing to bend in half with each stroke. It ought to be very painful to be milked this way, thomas. And I hope it does.... Very much." Tom couldn't tear his eyes away from it. "You were looking at my stockings earlier... do you need to be milked now?" "n...no, Ma'am. I don't think so." He sounded pitiful, and the lump in his panties betrayed his words. "I don't think your telling Mommy the truth, now are you?" Tom blushed and looked down at her gorgeous stockinged legs. She abruptly took him again by the ear and led him into the living room. Roz took a seat on the sofa near the big picture window and instructed him to stand in front of her. From a drawer nearby she produced a leather strap. Tracy would be coming by soon to deliver her mail, and she didn't want her charge trying to cover up. With his hands securely bound, tom felt like a class A wimp. Standing in front of his fully dressed Mother, wearing only his panties, hands bound behind his back, about to be milked by her with that awful thing. Roz paused to savor the moment. The power she felt over his penis was increasing and making her perspire slightly. She removed her shoes from her feet to allow them to air. Tom's nose twitched as he involuntarily inhaled the rich aroma of shoe leather and stockinged feet. His cock throbbed between his legs making an obscene tent in the front of his panties. "Well, well, well. For the little boy that doesn't want a milking... I believe you need one." Tom gulped and nodded, embarrassed. He couldn't take anymore. He had to cum very badly now. Tracy Hoffman was a bright-eyed redhead with a killer smile. She had been delivering mail to this neighborhood for about two years now. At 23 years of age, she was in excellent shape from the hours of walking she did. Her uniform looked liked something out of a Japanese fetish movie. The tight fitting navy shorts that put her tan legs on display... and the matching navy blue knee socks were pervert killers to the right man. Her hair, was pulled back in a pony tail and her little postal cap gave her a look of girlish authority. Many men up and down Maple Street silently jerked themselves... hidden behind their curtains as they watched her walk sexily up to their houses and deliver their mail. Roz had formed a lovely friendship with Tracy. The older woman had sensed a delightful playfulness in the girl that she planned to introduce to her little son. In the house, tommy's penis was being slathered with a heavy layer of greasy lubricant to prepare him for his "ride on the L". A Momma's Boy "My goodness, tommy! Such a fat little penis you have. I think it will just barely fit in the tube." Tom's eyes were glued to his mommy's jacking fist... pumping up and down on his bloated cock. His legs were slightly spread and he was humping into it softly in an effort to spit out his horrible sperm. Roz noticed the movement and scolded him. "Shame on you! Humping onto my hand like a dog does to a Woman's leg! Are you going to do that when you're in the tube?" Tommy nodded dumbly, unable to lie any longer about his perversions. "Is that so? And are you going to do it no matter who happens to be watching you do it?" There was a knock at the door. Tom was shocked. He stopped his humping instantly. He watched as Roz got up and walked to the door. Everything seemed to be happening in slow motion... then... She opened it! "Hi Tracy.", she said warmly. "I'd shake your hand, but I'm a little greasy." When she said the word "greasy", her eyes gestured over towards the sofa. Tracy looked down at her hand and saw the smears of lubricant on it. Then, her eyes wandered over to the sofa... where Tom stood. His panties were lowered just under his balls. His cock was a thick, greasy, obscenity bobbing stiffly up and down in front of him. He shuddered as he looked at the pretty mail-girl in the doorway. "Hi tommy", she said in a long drawn out way that made him feel more childish. And then, in a hushed voice with her face slightly lowered in a gesture that mocked decorum... her eyes locked on his and she whispered "I can see your pee-nis". There was a moment of painful silence that followed. Tommy's mother and the mail girl looked at him scornfully. The young man... obviously at his wits end... broke down and began to cry. The two women tittered at his juvenile display, and with the ice nicely broken, Roz decided to resume her business. "Come have a seat on the sofa, Tracy. I want you to be able to see everything I do to him." "Thanks. I wouldn't miss this for anything!" Tom watched in horrified silence as the two women sauntered over to him to take their places. As Tracy passed by him, his fattened cockhead brushed firmly against her muscular tan thigh. Tracy squealed and looked down at the greasy smear on her leg. "Ewwwww....!! Shame on you!" She swatted him hard on his tear-streaked face. Roz folded her arms across her chest, emphasizing both her displeasure and her large bra- covered tits. "Thomas... apologize." It was clearly not a request. Tom looked down at his bloated dick and mumbled out his embarrassed apology. He had no idea that his wife's mother could be so cruel... so controlling. He watched as the women seated themselves smugly on the couch in front of him. Roz explained in great detail what the young man was going to endure for the remainder of the afternoon... all the while her hand lazily jacked his fat greasy cock up and down, up and down. Tracy, her cheeks prettily flushed, couldn't tear her eyes away from the sight. At last, Roz began to fit Tom's penis into the opening of the tube. For the first time both Tom and Tracy noticed the little leather strap on the bottom of the opening. "Whats that for"? Tracy said, pointing at it. "Oh that. That's for naughty little boys that can't keep still for a milking." Roz chuckled. "His balls get strapped in and he can't pull away... but he feels it every time you pull forward, allowing his thing to straighten out again in the tube. When you push forward, his thing has to bend, but less pressure on his balls. Perverts should suffer during a milking, it keeps them humble." Tracy laughed out loud. "Oh, that is priceless! I love it!" Roz lowered her voice and enticingly offered her young friend a treat, "If you want to, you can fasten the strap around his balls". Tracy was quick to take the leather in her pretty little hands. Thomas shuddered as her fingers came into play just under his heavy scrotum... and his naked anus tensed in apprehension. "God, if my mom could see me now." Tracy gushed. Approximately ten minutes later, Tommy was a sight to behold. He stood naked except for his panties, now lowered completely to his knees, in front of two fully dressed giggling women. Well, one giggling woman, and one very serious woman. He was making horrible animal sounds and flexing his cock as it was thoroughly beaten into obedience by his Mother's milking tube. The steady "schluck, schluck, schluck," sounds filled the living room. Tom's mistreated penis was big and fat from the constant teasing that Tracy put him through. His balls were ripe with the stink of pervert sweat, and added their own wet slapping percussion to the obscene beat of his milking. "OOOhhhh, Mommy! It hurts my cock when it has to bend like that!" Roz' hand rocketed down with a hard spank on the boy's bare bottom. "Little boys do not use that kind of language in this house. If you must, you can refer to it as your 'little thing', or your 'penis', but cock is a disgusting foul thing and I will not have it spoken from you. Am I clear?" "Yes, Mommy. But it hurts." "I know. It's supposed to hurt. That's the point, tommy. Your little thing is going to make a great big mess and it's going to hurt." Tracy was working the tube up and down the pervert's swollen cock. The bend in the tube was fascinating to her. Each time her little hand pushed his dick deep into it's recesses, she was rewarded with another sticky slap of his sac against the plastic and a high pitched squeal from the dork. "Do you always make him wear panties?" Tracy asked with a smile, while she pumped him. "Tommy wears panties because he masturbates on women's underwear. This is to remind him that little boys are to keep their panties clean. He's going to be inspected regularly to see if he's keeping his stains off them. And he's going to get a good spanking if I find out he isn't." Tracy looked up at the guy she was fisting... making vicious eye contact. "You big pervert. Jacking off on panties. Shame on you!" Her tubing hands never showed any mercy on him as he was milked in horrible, repeated right angles that stretched the tight skin on his stiff boner. Roz watched the action unfolding before her. She was seeing something taboo. Something that no young man should have done to him while his Mother watched. "You know Tracy, he was humping my hand like a dog when I was putting the grease on him earlier." "I can believe it. If it wasn't for that mean little ball strap, he'd be doing it right now, I'll bet." Both women laughed again. "Tommy. Would you like to show Tracy how you hump like a little doggie?" The way they were speaking to him was getting deep into his head. He felt so ashamed. So inferior. At the same time, his big cock was pounding with lust as it ballooned up into a truly monstrous proportion. Tracy thought it was hilarious. The way the greasy penis had to bend each time she rammed her fist down on him. The big baby was wearing panties that his "mommy" had made him wear, and he was being jerked with a wicked bent milking tube. She was definitely going to tell her Mom all about it. " Tommy, I asked you a question." "L... like a dog, Mommy?" "Tracy. Hold your hand still for a minute. I want him to hump himself into it. It's really quite comical. You'll get a good chuckle out of this." Roz disappeared for a minute into the bedroom. When she returned she was holding another item in her hand. When she held it up in front of Tom's face, he gasped. It was a 7-inch long evil looking anal plug. Slim enough to work itself in deeply, but plenty thick enough for him to feel the stretch. "It vibrates Tommy. Deep inside your ass. It's to help you along as you show Tracy how you hump things without Momma's permission." Tracy laughed so hard at this she rolled backward on the sofa, her socked feet both kicking the pervert in his gigantic cum-filled balls. "OOOOhhhhhh...", he grunted. Roz went around behind him and took a firm hold of one of his bare asscheeks. Pulling hard on the cheek, she exposed his naked asshole to her derisive stare. "Tommy, you really need to clean yourself better." He was still focused on his tormented scrotum as he felt the hot, gelatinous sperm gurgling around each big testicle. He felt the head of the plug butt up against his bare anus and goad it with soft, knowing jabs. It teased at the entrance to his most private place, before slowly sliding in and up his ass. "OOOhhhh... god", he whispered, embarrassed beyond belief. The thing had rubbery little ridges that teased his asshole as it sunk in deeply from his Mommy's pushing hand. "Do you like my socks, Tommy?" Tracy was grinning right at his balls as she said it. "I hope it didn't hurt too much when I kicked you in the nuts." The pervert groaned as she dragged her socked foot back and forth between his legs... the complicated weave of the cableknit pattern in her socks teasing his sensitive ball sac. "Does your wife ever kick your icky, hairy balls?" Roz peeked from behind Tom's ass. "Now there's and idea." Tracy continued to rub her soft knee socks back and forth between his legs, dragging his scrotum along the fabric. His asshole sucked greedily at the buttplug his Mother was forcing up his ass, and his angry penis was begging for some kind of release from the indignity. Tracy bent forward and made and "O" shape with her forefinger and thumb that she slipped Tommy's cock into. The young man began to hump almost automatically into this little piece of girlish heaven. His hips pumped hard, forcing his greasy dick in and out... just like a dog fucking a bitch in heat. The room was quiet for a time, save for the sticky jacking sounds of pervert-sex, punctuated by the soft chuckles and giggles of two very amused women. Tracy was watching Tommy's dickhead with rapt interest, a smile on her face as she stared at it. For the most part, the momma's boy was trying to ignore his two masturbatrixes that had so evilly brought him to this state. It was a hard thing to do. They were handling him so intimately. He knew for sure that he would obey his wife's wishes from now on. He would no longer selfishly jerk himself into her pretty panties. He was a new man... Or so he thought. "Man" didn't quite seem the appropriate word here. "Men" did not wear little girl panties. "Men" didn't have to submit to underpants inspections from their Mother's. And "Men" most certainly didn't have to suffer the embarrassment of being jacked and milked for the amusement of Ladies. No, only a jackoff boy should be familiar with these torments. This was for the Women... not him. He was merely a toy for their entertainment. His Mommy had worked the entire rubber ass probe into his bottom, and was now activating the vibrating switch. The big stupid thing wedged firmly up his ass began to seethe to life with prostate-punishing rhythms. It was like a second cock up his ass being beat off even as his sweet faced Tracy continued to break down his dignity with her dainty little jacking fingers. His humping slowed, in favor of longer, more embarrassing strokes that he might have saved for more private moments. The way his ass pushed out and his knees bent, and the way he slowly slid his big dong back through Tracy's greased fingers made the women laugh. "Good lord, that's nasty!" Squealed Tracy. Roz was watching, truly fascinated. "Hump Thomas. Hump those pretty fingers." She reached out with both hands and daintily grasped his bare asscheeks firmly. She looked down and saw the bottom of the black buttplug just peeking out of his widely dilated asshole. His cheeks red with shame, Tommy continued to hump himself into humiliating ejaculation. Roz would simply have none of that. "Tracy, hon. Fix his penis back into the tube. If he's going to squirt, it should hurt." "Yes, Ma'am.." Tracy immediately forced Tommy's bloated cock back into its hellish, bent prison cell. He groaned in agonized frustration as he was so very close to unleashing the burning load in his hairy balls. Tracy scolded him like a schoolteacher. "Oh, now you! Let's have none of that whining. Your dirty penis belongs in the tube if you're going to squirt. I know it hurts a little, but just think how good its going to feel when you make your yucky mess." His cock resumed its terrible bending and greasy sucking sounds in the tight confines of the milking tube. His fat plug up his butt continued its tormenting vibrations deep inside as he was jacked off by the pretty mail girl and his Mommy's tube. "Oh, Mommy, Ohhhh...!!" "What's the matter Tommy, are you getting close?" "Yes, Mommy... I... I'm going to cum soon!" "No, Tommy. Not 'cum'. You're going to make a mess, soon. Say it." "Yes, Mommy... I'm going to... going to make a mess soon!" Tracy laughed at him and he actually felt it. Her genuine laughter was loud and mocking and traveled on the air to assault him against his naked sweating body. He felt it ripple down his nudity to tickle sweetly all around his big greasy ballsac. It was an outrageous affront to what little masculine dignity he might have been retaining. "Don't hold back a drop, pervert", Roz admonished. "You need this very badly. You've needed this from the moment I first met you. The audacity of calling yourself a man. The very idea! Shame on you!" Her hand delivered a loud and smarting spank to his right bare asscheek. Will see what kind of a 'man' you are when my ladies bridge group sees you parading around the house in your little panties." She delivered several more loud, punished spanks to his bare bottom. Tracy couldn't help but think he deserved each and every one of them. This was, after all, how mothers punished their naughty little boys. The torturous load that had been building up inside of his bloated scrotum had long since become hazardous waste. It had reached critical mass and had backed up into his colon to be stirred into a froth by the buzzing demon deep in his butt. His grotesquely stretched penis was being beaten into further submission by the horrible tube and now he was going to make his mess. In front of the two women who were watching and could see everything. Privacy had taken a holiday. This was going to take him to the underside of humiliation... and leave him there. He hated and loved every shameful, tearful moment of it. And then he began to cum. The first gigantic squirt rocketed forward through his urethra only to meet the temporary resistance of the mocking tube. He screamed like a girl. Then, on the downstroke his penis straightened and unblocked the awful torrent of white-hot semen, which spattered noisily inside the wall of the tube. It slopped down in a massive clot of gelatinous white pudding to land in a burning wad on Tracy's prim kneesock. "My uniform!", She bellowed. The next spurt was truly enormous. Tom had never seen anything like it. The force of the pressure was so great that his ass muscles and thigh muscles tensed up like shock treatment patient. It blew the tube off the end of his cock to send a long stream of gooey sperm into the air. It landed in a tangle in Tracy's pretty red hair. Roz was in a state of extreme excitement as she stared at the perverted spectacle in front of her. All she could do was simply chant. "Dirty... dirty... dirty...dirty", as she watched "her boy" unload before her. "EEEWWW!!!!" Tracy was beside herself with outrage. She didn't know were to turn next, for each time she moved she was met with a fresh coating of hot, thick pervert-sperm. Tom stared glassy-eyed as he watched his mess fling itself over table tops and sofa fabric... smearing the curtains and landing in clumps and plump little wads on the carpet... and most of all... soiling Tracy. When the final pathetic spurts had oozed from his dickhead, Tommy had to be held up by his Mother. Roz was quite satisfied with the size of the boy's load. "Good lord, Thomas... what a big sticky mess you made!" Tracy was livid. "But he got his fucking gunk all over me! You son of a bitch! I should pound your balls for you, you damn pig!" "Now, now, Tracy. Tommy isn't exactly a brain surgeon here. He's a jackoff. These boys make their messes indiscriminately, and he just got a little on you is all." "A little?!! I'm a mess, and... oh gross! I can feel it in my hair!" The milking tube hung mockingly from Tommy's balls by the leather ball strap. Roz patted him on his bare behind as she unbuckled it from his scrotum. When she did this, one last big disgusting wad of spooge belched out of his penis. Roz consoled him, like a mother with a newborn who had just wet himself. "There, there." She cooed. "Momma will make it all better now." Tom stared blankly at his fat penis hanging down dumbly between his legs. It was bloated and red like it had been through an old-fashioned clothes wringer. It had a beaten look to it. Roz went to the bedrooms again and returned with a dog collar and leash. She eased the young man's panties off of his feet and began to fasten her collar to his neck. Once this was done and she was satisfied, she locked her leash to the collar and produced a black leather paddle from her purse. "Now, Tommy. Dirty little boys who make yucky messes, clean them up." His eyes shifted from her stern face, to her right hip where she held the paddle. "Don't make me have to spank you in front of company." She gave a sharp pull on his leash and he stumbled forward in an undignified heap in front of Tracy. Roz' arm shot out and she pointed sharply with one red painted fingernail at Tracy's semen covered kneesocks. "Lick." Apparently he hadn't moved fast enough. A loud stinging spank echoed through the living room as Roz swung her paddle down onto his bare asscheeks. "Don't make me repeat myself. Lick it up!" Tracy smiled down at him mockingly for the first time in many minutes. "Yeah, dickhead. Lick up your gross ball slime!" She slipped out of her shoes and pushed him down with her hand on the back of his head. His face was smeared in a generous helping of white pervert-cum that had splattered all over her pretty navy blue sock. There was another spank to his ass... it sounded like a gunshot. Tom began to lick and swallow in a steady rhythm to avoid his Mother's stern spanking. He continued to endure her punishment, however until he had finally gotten the last glob clinging to the bottom of the curtains. Later that evening, with Tracy gone, Roz explained the sleeping arrangements to her new charge. "Responsible grown-up men sleep in big beds with their wives snuggled up next to them. Perverted little boys don't get to sleep in a real bed." Tom stared stupidly at the baby's crib in front of him. It had obviously been made in a feminine motif. Pink ribbons adorned the edges and fluffy little stuffed animals could be seen peeking out from under the cute little pink sheets. Roz went over to the changing pad in the corner and came back with a diaper. "Its time to get you ready for bed, young man." Tom started to shift nervously from foot to foot. It was a dance of infantile helplessness. Approximately twenty-five bare-bottom spanks later, Tom was finally to sleep in his baby crib... diapered and tucked in for the night. His Mother stood in the doorway, a satisfied smirk on her face as she smoked a cigarette. She watched him sucking on the smelly toe reinforcement of the stocking she had so thoughtfully placed in his crib. She turned out the light and headed off to her bed. The following day took Tom so deeply into a pit of such sexual shame, that I hesitate about documenting here. However, I am of the opinion that jackoff-boys most certainly do not deserve the benefits of modesty and dignity that decent members of society enjoy. I am sure the more temperate Ladies who might read this would agree. A Momma's Boy Tom sat in a highchair at the kitchen table dressed only in a T-shirt that had the words "mommy's little helper" scrawled across the front in pink cursive. Roz had made sure he had a clean pair of white cotton panties to wear, and a pair of white gym socks. She had bibbed him, and was feeding him his morning gruel when the phone rang. "Hello?" "Oh! Hi Barbara!" There was a pause in conversation as Barbara blabbed for a good while and then Roz popped a question. "Listen, I'm having the Ladies from church over today for bridge. Would you like to come?" "Really?" "That would be wonderful!" "Oh, and Barbara... could you do me a little favor?" "Wear the stockings you wore yesterday." Her eyes locked directly with Tom's as she said her next words... as if she was speaking entirely to him alone. "Yes, I know they smell." "Bye, Barbara." This was to be the day that Tom was introduced to a form of public milking that he would never forget. The horrible bent jackoff tube was no picnic, but Roz had planned on showing her little son a new contraption of her design. She called it a Sperm Strangler. It was a fairly simple mechanism composed of metal and steel wires. A metal ring fit securely around the base of both the penis and testicles. Two smooth wires traveled the sides of the penis and ended just under the head in another much tighter ring. The purpose was to actually allow ejaculation to occur, but also to pinch it off just shy of the opening. This would, of course clog the entire penis with hot sperm having nowhere to go. In time, she would remove this retainer and he would actually pee his semen from his penis without the emotional benefit of an orgasm to soften the agony of whatever humiliation Roz intended to impose. She truly looked forward to this afternoon. Around one o'clock the first guest arrived. It was Barbara. She looked beautiful in a high-powered business suit and her lovely gray stockings with the wide dark bands at the top. They were the reinforced toe variety that she favored. She wore smart little white gloves and a matching wide brimmed hat that made her look both fashionable, and in charge. Barbara Galino was a 48-year-old former trial attorney who had married a rich schmuck who liked to chase after younger women. She had done well in the divorce and stank of money. She didn't abide perverts well, and believed strongly in the benefits of humiliation to keep them under heel. She was a member of the Ladies Temperance Society of the area, and also believed, like Roz, that some men should be kept shamed and milked. When She had settled herself and gotten comfortable, Roz called Tom into the room. He shuffled into the living room, his face beet red. He tugged nervously at the hem of his embarrassing T-shirt to hide the fact that he was wearing panties. "Over here, Thomas. Right in front of Ms Galino. I want her to meet you." He stood in front of the attractive Italian woman, who regarded him with amused interest. She crossed her shapely legs, sliding one gray stockinged leg over the other which caused them to make an audible hissing sound. "Thomas! Stop pulling on your shirt. You look ridiculous." He instantly halted his tugging and dropped his head down sheepishly. Barbara lit a cigarette and looked the younger man over for a bit before she spoke. "Mommy's little helper... is that who this is in front of me?" Roz spoke up. "He's my daughter's husband, Tom. I don't think you two have ever met before." "A bit of a panty waist, isn't he? I would have thought Stephanie would have married some big handsome man." She leaned back and exhaled a plume of smoke towards his face. For the first time since he had stood before her, she addressed him directly. "Are you, Tom?" "I beg your pardon, Ms. Galino?" "Are you mommy's little helper?" He looked slowly from Ms Galino's face over to his mother's. Barbara followed his eyes and glanced over at her friend. Roz answered her friend's questioning look. "He is my little helper... by keeping his panties clean, and by being an obedient little man." Barbara laughed. "You mean by keeping his underpants clean?" Roz reached out and took hold of the hem of Tom's shirt. She lifted it clear up to his chest to expose the girlish white panties he wore. "My, my, my... such precious little panties tommy. Did Momma pick those out for you to wear? Tom blushed deeper as the doorbell rang again. Roz went to go answer it and Tom was left staring down at Ms Galino's gray stockinged legs. He thought he could detect a slight odor coming up from her black shoes. His penis began to uncoil in his panties. The next two women who entered were Marge Sheldon, and Beatrice Green. They were both around Barbara's age and sported attractive outfits similar to what Barbara wore. Roz had them come into the living room to meet her son. Tom was still standing there foolishly with his panties on full display as the Woman, both rather stern in appearance, took in the sight. He felt mortified beyond belief. The way they looked at him, with his dignity slowly leaving him made the young man shudder slightly. "Ladies, this is my son, Tommy. I know he looks silly, but he is being retrained by myself at the insistence of my daughter. Tommy, tell the Ladies why you are being made to wear girls panties today." "I...I have to wear them because..." "Panties, Thomas. I have to wear panties. Say it." "I, um... have to wear panties because Mommy says its punishment for doing bad stuff." "Thomas, tell the Ladies what kind of bad stuff." He lowered his eyes to the carpeted floor and his breathing increased with his shame. The women watched him haughtily, not making a sound during his humiliating little confession. His next words were barely a whisper. "I play with myself and make a mess on my wife's panties." Roz finished it for him. She spoke loudly, and with authority, ignoring him completely for the moment. "He jacks himself all over my daughters good panties. She was becoming irate. She tried scolding him, lecturing him, even straight out reprimands... finally she brought him to stay with me for awhile." Marge Sheldon spoke first. "Have you tried milking him, Roz? That's the only way to teach him a measure of respect while supervising his nastiness." "Oh, yes. Tommy has been milked. I will milk him continually until he learns that ejaculation for a pervert is without dignity. Decency isn't an option for some men." All of the women exchanged knowing glances and small chuckles of agreement. Beatrice regarded the young man for a moment and then said "I certainly don't want to seem like a worrywart Roz, but I'm a little uncomfortable with the way he seems to keep looking at my stockings." "Tommy. Are you getting a boner from looking at Ms Green's stockings?" Barbara Galino reached out daintily with one white-gloved hand and smoothed it over the front of Tom's panties. She looked up at him and spoke. "Dirty thoughts, young man?" Tom couldn't help himself. He began to think he must truly be a pervert. Here he was getting a stiffy in front of a room full of respectfully clothed women. And they all could see the effects of his fetish on his penis. "So it's hosiery, then, is it?" It was Marge's turn to comment again. "Honestly, some men belong in cages... peeing on newspapers like the dogs they are. It's just shameful the way they behave. Lady's underthings are not tools to help you to soil yourself, young man." Tom stood there with his hard-on making an embarrassing tent in his panties as the women scolded him. Roz left the room only to return with her new device. "I think Thomas needs a good milking to help him remember his place." Barbara stopped her. "Wait, Roz. My feet are sore... I could use a foot massage before he's milked." Her eyes never left his. Dark and brooding they were... with a hint of mirth. "Tommy. I want you to kneel down in front of me and pull down your panties so I can see your penis. Pull them just under your balls." He sank to his knees, grateful to be closer to her shoes. Soon his hard dick was exposed for all the women to see. "Good boy, Tommy. Now, I want you to remove my shoes and I want you to give me a good foot massage..." she paused for effect. "...with your mouth." He wasn't sure at first if he had heard her right, but the expression on her face told him he had. He looked down uneasily at the jet black closed toe pumps she wore. They were old things... scuffed from daily use. He was sure they would smell. Slowly he unfastened the strap that covered her foot and held the shoe secured. He grasped the heel and pulled and was rewarded with a slick "schlucking" sound as Barbara Galino's gray stockinged foot slid out of the hot confines of her shoe. The air around him was immediately tainted by the powerful smell of her foot. He stared down at the thick toe reinforcement of her stocking and saw that it actually looked wet. The odor of her stocking foot was almost hypnotic to him, filling his sinuses with its presence. His cock was so hard it was beginning to slap rhythmically up against his stomach. "Awww... that's sweet, Tommy. Is doggy wagging his little tail for a treat?" Barbara drew her gray stockinged foot forward and gently slid it back and forth over his hypersensitive balls. Ms. Green was clearly offended by the sight. "God, what a pig. His scrotum is so fat it's disgusting." Barbara chuckled and quickly withdrew her pretty foot. "Time for dinner, Tommy. Hot and stinky, just for you. I want you to do a very good job. I want my stockings to be clean and spotless after you have licked them." She reached out with her white-gloved hand and took a firm hold on the back of his head... and pushed down. She pressed his nose to the gray toe reinforcement and wiggled her toes. He groaned pathetically. The women were silent as they watched the spectacle in front of them. "Stick out your tongue Tommy. I want you to lick my toes through my stockings." Her hosiery was clearly quite worn and the complicated aromas played with his penis like invisible fingers...poking and prodding. Barbara kept him at it for a full thirty minutes, pausing every now and then to let him swallow whatever filth he managed to suckle off her feet. Throughout the foot worship, his penis got increasingly hard until finally Barbara allowed him to stop. His humiliation, of course, was by no means complete. Roz came forward to take Tom firmly by the ear and drag him to the dining room table. "Up. Come on. Up onto the table... I want the Ladies to have a clear view of your penis and balls." When he had mounted the table and positioned himself on hands and knees, Roz pulled down his little panties until they were gathered at his knees. Carefully, she fitted Tom with the awful penis retainer that would choke off all sperm flow, but would leave him vulnerable to intense stimulation. Once the Women were all seated around the table and served their afternoon tea, Roz began to offer up the milking chores. "We need a wanker for him. Any volunteers?" Marge Sheldon spoke first. "I wouldn't touch his dirty penis if you paid me money." Next was Beatrice. "I'll take balls, but I don't want to have to touch his dick." Barbara had a broad grin on her face. "Aww, poor Tommy. You're sooo backed up with sperm. Don't worry... I'll play with your little dick until you make a squirty." Roz seemed satisfied with the arrangements. "Fine. Barbara, I'll want to give you some grease to help you masturbate him and Beatrice will need some gloves so she won't actually have to touch his balls." Barbara still had an evil grin on her face. "Wait, Roz... what about stockings? He obviously loves them. How about you get some of your pretty stockings out of the hamper and Bea can roll them up her hands to play with his balls?" "I suppose that's a good idea." Roz returned in a moment with some rank smelling taupe stockings that she handed to Beatrice. She was a good sport and said nothing as she rolled them up her small hands. Approximately fifteen minutes later the doorbell rang again. Roz went to answer it. When she opened the door she was somewhat surprised to see Tracy standing there with several of her girlfriends. "Hi Roz. Is it okay if I introduce Tommy to some of my friends?" Roz paused for a moment as if to consider it before she spoke. "Well... he is sort of busy at the moment." Two of the girls in the group giggled at that. Shelly, a cute redhead bashfully asked, "can we see?" Roz relented when she found out all the girls were of legal age, and invited the four of them into her home. As they rounded the corner they stopped in their tracks. There on the dining room table was Tommy. He was bucking his ass up and down like some kind of pig in heat. Each asscheek was bright red from repeated spanks delivered by Beatrice. His captured penis was bloated to a terrible degree and shined from the grease that layered it. Between his spread legs, the older Italian lady was doing nasty things to his cock, jacking it hard. She forced the fat head to pop abruptly through her tight fist on each upstroke. She was doing it so hard, that audible popping sounds filled the room. His ball sac had been pinched and pulled on repeatedly to the point of looking as cherry red as his bottom. He wasn't talking so much as making perverted animal sounds. When the girls got closer to the table, Jennifer Connelly saw why. Someone had packed his mouth full of gray stockings. Tracy took in the full picture and gave her assesment of things so far. "Ewww... gross!! Don't get too close or he'll mess your clothes." The girls all laughed but kept their distance. Marge addressed the girls and explained the situation. "This, young ladies, is what a pervert looks like when he's getting a milking. Tommy needs this. This is for his own good." Kelly Swanson, the shortest and blondest of the group seemed puzzled. She actually raised her hand to ask a question. "Yes?" "Why is he getting a spanking?" "That's a fair question. Some men, my dear, are mature and responsible lovers. Some, like Tommy here, are selfish and perverted masturbators. Now... boys will be boys... but when they jackoff as a result of their dirty imaginations... it is up to responsible Ladies to do the work their mothers obviously failed to do. And since we are not actually the boy's mother, we are free of taboos to get to the root of the problem." Barb snickered as she fisted the young man's stiff penis in her greasy hand. "Yeah... ROOT." Tom let out an agonized groan through his mouthful of stinky hosiery and spread his legs farther apart to allow the woman greater jacking-room. This made the girls all laugh at him, and some of them pointed and called him dirty names. His cock and balls felt so handled and subjugated as he was used like a cow in a stable. His face was as red as his ass... but the worst was yet to come. As Barbara continued wanking his cock he felt soft, stocking clad fingers tickling his scrotum. His dick flexed angrily in the Woman's hand and he was reward with a slap to his bare butt. Slowly, the stockinged fingers crept their way back up along his ass crack to his asshole... and tickled him there. He felt like an animal. He was being horribly jacked off in front of all of these women who were watching him so intently. He, of course, could say nothing to defend his dignity, gagged as he was with Ms Galino's dirty stockings. He was already so close to cumming! Barbara continued to pump him forcefully. She was a tough, no-nonsense masturbator. There was no teasing, no fooling around. Just straightforward cockwanking. Allison Parker looked thoughtfully at the guy's penis in front of her. "I never knew that they could be stroked so hard." Barbara looked over at her little friend. "He needs to be stroked this hard. It reminds him with every stroke who's in charge here." Marge Sheldon had been staring hard at the pervert in front of her, as if trying to determine the degree of her own revulsion at his antics. Finally, she abruptly stood and removed her skirt. Tommy stared at the sight, a slight trickle of drool dribbling down his chin. The damnable thing between his legs was being squeezed in the most obscene ways to produce loud dick-slapping noises that echoed throughout the entire room. Barbara had a way of pausing every so often to pinch the spongy head of his penis, and make him groan pitifully. Marge stepped up onto the table without her skirt on. Her sensible tan stockings had wide opaque tops that hooked onto a utilitarian white garter belt. Tommy couldn't look away. He watched her step carefully over to stand directly in front of his face... and then she slowly turned around until her bottom was in front of him. She had large, womanly hips that caused her big ass to swell outward from her smaller waist. Her peach colored panties were pulled taut by the large cheeks of her butt, and Tommy quickly memorized every subtle detail as he was reminded of his similarly endowed wife. Behind him, Beatrice chuckled and forced a stocking covered finger up his asshole. He bucked and grunted and made a fool of himself before the women watching him. Up in front, Marge Sheldon had begun to tug slowly at the waistband of her pretty panties... pulling them down an inch at a time. She looked over her shoulder at the young man and smiled smugly at him as her ass came into his view. "Thomas. I'm going to want you to lick my asshole. I'm going to want you to do a very good job. I may not let you stop for quite a while. I want you to become very accustomed to having your face up a woman's behind. Trust me... in the short time I've known you...I can honestly say that's where it belongs." All of the girls laughed at him as she said this, and Tommy blushed an even deeper shade of crimson. His face was almost as red as his cock. As her panties gathered down around her ankles, she gracefully arched her back and reached around with both hands to take a cheek. Spreading them in front of his face, Tommy was treated to the slightly spicy sent of Ms. Sheldon's little brown asshole. The finger up his bottom wiggled in the most tormenting ways as his penis was lathered up in more grease by Barbara's wicked hands. "mmoooooppphhh...!!" He croaked through his hosiery muzzle. His butt was treated to a sharp spank. Concerned, Marge looked over to her host. "Roz, dear? Please take those dirty stockings out of his mouth. He has work to do." Roz pulled the stockings out of his mouth, and paused to examine them. They were moist with his saliva, but they did seem a good deal cleaner then when they had gone in. "Are you ready Marge?" She asked. "Yes. Plug his face in." Now it was Roz' turn to smirk at the jackoff as she took a firm hold of his hair and forced his face to turn upward... toward it's destination. "Stick out your tongue!" He did as told, and was soon sealed against the older woman's big ass. His face was completely engulfed on either side by her large asscheeks and his tongue had burrowed deeply up into her musky anus. Marge savored the moment and then addressed him. "I hope you realize how stupid you look, Tom. These girls all think so. I think so, too. Now slide your tongue in and out a bit to make sure I'm nice and clean back there." The women all shared a nice laugh at that. However, Tommy was near the end of his tether. His angry penis had swollen up as much as his evil retainer would allow, and his big balls were about to blow. Barbara could clearly see it, and she increased her brutal milking strokes. A Momma's Boy "GET READY!" She hollered. Everyone was silent. Tommy suckled dutifully at Ms Sheldon's asshole as his own was teased and violated by the stocking finger. And then it happened. Or, at least it would have happened if it hadn't been for Roz' awful Sperm Strangler. Instead of the blissful orgasm that he had been wishing so desperately for... he was treated to something ghastly. His greasy cock reared up like a cobra, slipping out of Barbara's jacking fists. It jerked up so violently that her fingernails gouged little red creases into the tightly pulled skin. He roared out some horrible oath of curses and swears into Ms Sheldon's asshole. His penis spasmed in obscene jerks and it throbbed up and down trying to expel the steaming hot contents of his scrotum. It was awful. The girls all watched with flush expressions on their pretty faces as he tried to squirt his stuff in front of them. The finger up his ass was relentless... prodding his prostate and teasing his asshole with its violation. He began to whimper and he seemed unable to move. Bent over as he was, he seemed incapable of assuming a dignified position. His balls were so congested with semen they felt like lead weights and his cock had become a thing of horrible agony. The whole terrible mess had been contained in his unfortunate sac and he had no way of expelling it except to rely on the mercy of his Mother, Roz. She was smiling down at him. "Awww... poor, poor baby!" She circled around him and teased his scrotum with her long fingernails. "Does this have a lot in it, Tommy? I'll just bet it's so hot, it's positively blistering the inside of your sac!" She tugged some more. Slowly, his face was disengaged from the rear end he had been forced to clean. His cheeks were covered in tears and his eyes were as big as saucers. "P...please! Mommy... I need... I need to..." "You need to what?!" Roz, asked in a mean tone. "You need to squirt all that filth out in front of my lady-friends? Is that what you need to do? Hmmm? Do you need to pull your pud until you make vanilla pudding for the girls?" They all made faces when she said that, and chorused: "Eww... gross!" "Tommy, do you need to squirt your cum?" "Yes, Mommy... I do, I do, I do! So BADLY!" She paused to think it over, the precious minutes ticking by. Tommy had something that made blue balls seem like a trip to the islands. He had been tamed in a way that was especially humiliating. He didn't think his sanity would be able to take much more. "Well... perhaps the girls would all like a good feel. Would you like to feel his balls, and see how heavy they are when his load has had a good time to cook?" They all nodded vigorously. It made Barbara laugh as she was putting her stockings back on. "Well then. I suppose we might let you show us how much you have in there... but all of the girls get a good feel, first!" One by one the girls all crowded around Tommy's naked rear end. His sac was so ridiculously swollen that it swayed back and forth comically between his legs, hitting each thigh. Small fingers began to slide around on his bare scrotum... he could feel the hot cream sloshing around each big testicle, as the hands became intimate with his balls. His hairy sac was handled and squeezed and rubbed and pulled on... and occasionally slapped. The girls were having wonderful fun doing things to him between his legs. Allison Parker spent particular attention on his ball hair, pulling on it one strand at a time. She was fascinated. Tracy took a greasy ball in each hand and sort of pinched them gently until the slick skin made them pop out of her grasp. She did this a number of times while she popped her bubble gum and giggled along with her friends. Several girls enjoyed playing a perverse game of ping-pong with his balls and their open bare hands. Even Marge got her feels in, although she seemed to just want to weigh them in the palm of her hand... feeling them twitch occasionally with the potent lust they contained. Eventually, Tommy was allowed to step down from the table and stand before the assembled guests. It wasn't really standing but more of a squat. His fattened scrotum, heavy and wobbling with sperm made him look quite the fool. Roz spoke to him. "Tommy. You have been a very naughty boy, haven't you?" He looked up at her with glazed eyes. "Y...yes, Ma'am." Roz smirked at him and then turned to her friends. "Oh, isn't he just precious! And he knows his place." With that, she picked up a black leather paddle and took up a position behind him. She raised the disciplinary tool high in the air and brought it crashing down onto Tom's bare ass with a loud smack. He yelped and his balls contracted powerfully, trying to jet his awful semen out of his clogged and strangled penis. Very quickly, large tears began to dribble down his face. It was as if his body was trying to rid itself of any excess fluid to make more room for the hot sperm in his body. The paddle came down again. He gave a cry and soon his mother was giving him a good and proper spanking in front of all of the women. "SMACK" "You are a dirty.." "SMACK" "...dirty boy!" "SMACK" "A pervert" "SMACK" "And a jackoff!" "SMACK" "How..." "SMACK" "...dare you..." "SMACK" "... try to soil yourself..." "SMACK" "...in front of my friends!" "SMACK" At last, Roz paused and stopped the dreadful paddling, but still held the paddle. With her free hand, she reached down between his legs gave his balls a few pats. He groaned. "Marge. Do me a favor and get some newspapers from the kitchen would you?" Tracy smiled, still popping her bubble gum. "What are you gonna do to him?" Roz replied, "Tommy is going to show us all how much nastiness is in his balls... and I don't want the carpet dirtied." The room was alive with little chuckles and giggles... all except for the young man with the swollen testicles and the red rear-end. He just stood there feeling like a prize idiot as his cock began to harden again despite his shame. Marge returned shortly with the newspapers and she and Roz spread them out on the floor in front of the naked son. With great anticipation, the women all watched as Roz slowly unbuckled her wicked Sperm Strangler from Tommy's abused cock and balls. Amazingly, as it was pulled off, not a single drop oozed from the pervert's penis. Roz was very pleased. "Oh, my. Tommy... you must be soooo backed up in there." She fingered his sac as she spoke. "You really should think about emptying yourself. Just a bit, I mean. So you can at least walk normal. You look foolish this way." She gazed deeply into his eyes. "Do you want to play with yourself? In front of the ladies? Get rid of some of that nasty cream? Hmmm?" She mocked him dreadfully as she stood in front of him. One hip cocked, with her hand resting on it. He paused for the briefest of moments to look at all of the fully dressed women who were seated around him... staring at him. Then he looked back at his "Mommy". "Yes, Mommy. I do." "Well, then. You had better get started... I don't think it will take too much playing though, will it." "N..no, Mommy. It won't" Barb slipped out of her shoes and walked over to his side, carrying them as she approached his nakedness. "Tommy, would you like some help?" He looked over at his mother for a moment then back to Ms Galino. He nodded stupidly while she laughed openly at him. "Okay, now hold still while Ms Galino gets rid of that nasty old semen." With that said, She squirted a generous helping of greasy lubricant all over his penis. Then, she took both of her shoes and sort of pinched his dick in between the rough, scuffed soles. Slowly she jacked his cock between the soles of her footwear, sliding them up and down the length of him. It only took a little of this mistreatment before the young man gasped loudly. His squat increased and Barbara carefully pointed his dickhead towards the newspapers as she continued stroking him with her shoes. "OOOOOOOhhhhhhhhhh!!!!" He bellowed. His hips began a rhythmic pumping action that once again reminded Roz of dogs copulating. The first spurt was hideously long and resembled toothpaste under a steamroller, the force was that massive. It spattered loudly against the newspapers and a few thick wads actually flickered upwards a second time before crashing back down on the newsprint. Roz began slowly forcing her thumb up her perverted son's bottom as the second huge spurt shot out of his cock. He was continually groaning as each gigantic, arcing ejaculation made the women 'ooh' and 'ahh'. When he had finished cumming, the newspapers were an absolute mess. They were literally blanketed in a sheet of white cream. The living room smelled like bleach. All was silent for a time, save for the labored breathing of Tommy who now lay on the floor in a heap. Then Marge spoke up. "That is the single most disgusting display of manhood I have ever witnessed. You ought to be ashamed of yourself." Tracy and her friends laughed loudly. CONCLUSION: Two weeks later, Tommy found himself living in a larger house in the city. He had found success as a writer and lived with his lovely wife Stephanie, her new lover, and his Mother. He was a well-disciplined man. A man who frequently found himself under his Mother's ass, but well-disciplined, nevertheless. He no longer masturbated himself into his wife's panties, although he did sniff and suckle her stockinged feet on occasion. Roz always made sure he had a well-worn stocking to suck on in his crib. His masturbation habits had become a thing of the past. Instead, Roz found other ways to amuse herself with his ejaculations. She was always trying new devices out on him. Sometimes alone, and sometimes in the presence of her lady friends. She was always looking for ways to drive home her simple philosophy: A jerk off will jerk off... but not without a price. And Tommy had the sore balls and disciplined penis to prove it. THE END.