0 comments/ 207649 views/ 39 favorites Mother's Nasty Boy Ch. 01 By: gentleman99 Todd kicked his bed in anger. "Damn her anyway." It was the day after his eighteenth birthday. He had skipped out of going to Church this morning and his mother was furious. She had sent him to his room just like he was a child. When his Dad had left several years ago Todd has thought he would be the man in the house, but if anything she treated him more like a baby than ever. He flung himself across the bed and stared at the floor. Without thinking he started rocking back and forth and a picture of Lorna Jenkins naked flashed into his mind. He immediately got a boner and it felt good as he pushed it hard against the bed. He got up and got his magazines from the secret hiding place in the closet. Unzipping his fly he arranged the magazine in front of him and got down to business. Engrossed in pleasure he didn't hear the door open. “What are you doing?” Todd’s head jerked up from the August issue of “Sex Sluts”. He stared at his mother standing in the doorway. He was lying on his stomach with his hand thrust down between his legs. He had been pretending he was fucking one of the women in the magazine. With his hand tightly wrapped around his cock he was trying to imagine what a woman would feel like. His Mother strode into the room and stood over the bed. “I said what are you doing?” Todd felt a hot flush of shame race up his neck and face. He bowed his head and didn’t answer. He realized his hand was still pinned under his body wrapped around his now shrinking cock. His mother looked down at him with a face like thunder. She was a big woman with large pendulous breasts that were barely contained in her tight blouse. Her brown hair was pinned back in a tight bun. Her hands were on her ample hips and she was standing with her legs astride. “Turn over.” Her tone left no room for disobedience. Reluctantly Todd rolled over. His hand was stuck in his tight pants and he tried to pull it out. “Leave you hand where it is.” His mother put out her hand and grabbed his wrist. Todd winced. She reached down with the other hand and zipped his fly down all the way. Then she folded his pants to each side of the zipper. His hand was buried in the blue underwear she had given him last week. She looked with disgust at his hand bulging in his underwear. “Pull down your underwear,” she ordered. She was staring right into his face, her lips compressed into a tight line. Todd started to move his right hand but his mother tightened her grip on it. He took his left hand and grabbed the elastic band. He pulled them down over his hand that was still wrapped loosely around his limp cock. He stopped when his hand and cock were totally revealed. “Right down,” she snapped and gave his right hand a sharp shake. Todd pulled his underpants down as far as he could. He felt the cool air on his balls. His mother reached down with her other hand and started tugging at his jeans. “Lift you hips.” Todd lifted his hips off the bed and his jeans slid over his bum and bunched around his knees. His mother pulled his underwear down further to join them. “You were masturbating weren’t you?” Todd nodded and tried to turn his head away. “Look at me when I’m talking to you.” His mother slapped his face with her free hand. She was still tightly gripping the hand on his cock. Todd’s face stung. Tears sprung to his eyes. He turned and looked at his mother. Her eyes seemed to blaze and grow larger, then his tears obscured his vision and all he could see was this large looming figure. “Did it feel good? Is that why you do such a disgusting thing?” Todd blinked his tears back. His face was wet. He swallowed the salty taste as they dripped into his mouth. His mother shook his hand hard moving his cock back and forth. “Answer me. Did it feel good?” Todd closed his eyes and nodded. “I told you to look at me.” Todd opened his eyes still blinking tears. “Now you disgusting dirty boy, tell me what it felt like.” Todd opened his mouth but he couldn’t find any words. “Did it tingle?” Todd nodded. “I want you to answer me. Say ‘yes mummy’” “Yes mummy,” Todd whispered. “Louder. Say yes mummy it tingled.” “Yes mummy it tingled.” Todd’s voice was loud in the quiet room. He sobbed. “Were you rubbing it up and down or pretending you were in a woman?” “Ah...” the grip on Todd’s hand tightened. He winced. “... ah yes ... I was pretending.” “You were pretending to fuck a woman?” Todd stared at his mother. He had never heard her use the word fuck. “You know what fuck means, don’t you?” Todd nodded. “Answer me properly.” His mother slapped his face. Not as hard as the previous time but it still stung. “Yes mummy.” “Yes mummy I know what ... Come on say it right.” “Yes mummy I know what fuck means.” “Very well tell me what it means.” “It ... it means ... it’s when a man puts ... his thing ... into a woman.” His mother looked at him. She took her hand away as if she was touching something slimy. She sat down on the bed and folded her hands over her chest. “Very well.” she said glaring at him, “Now stand up and take off your clothes.” Todd looked at her. “My clothes?” “Take off your clothes. Right now.” Todd reached down and pulled each of the legs of his jeans over his socks. He pulled off his underwear and placed them on top of his jeans. He stood up and unbuttoned his shirt and took it off. His mother reached out a hand and took it from him, folded it up and laid it on the bedside table. He stood there in his socks facing his mother his hands covering his genitals. His mother picked up the copy of “Sex Sluts” and leafed through some pages. She stopped at one with a woman with large breasts was smiling as she was licking a large erect cock with the tip of her tongue. “Does this give you an erection?” Todd nodded and then remembered to reply properly. “Yes Mummy, it gives me an erection.” “Show me.” His mother looked at his hands covering his cock. “What ... what do you mean?” His mother reached forward and pulled his hands away from his cock. It was hanging down limply. She held up the magazine so he could see the picture. “Look at this disgusting picture. Do you know what kind of women do this kind of thing?” Todd shook his head. His mother looked at him but didn’t insist that he answer properly. “I’ll tell you what kind of woman. This is a slut. Do you know what a slut it?” “It’s a bad girl.” “Yes. The kind of girl that would do anything. Have you been with any sluts?” “No mummy.” “Are you sure you haven’t touched any girls.” Todd paused “ah ...” “So you have. Who was it?” Todd started to put his hands back in front of his cock but his mother pushed them back to his sides. “Tell me who it was.” “It was Matilda Davenport.” “That little bitch. What did you do.” “I ... we.. well I touched her.” “Where?” “ah... between her legs ...she let me ...” “Did she touch you?” “A little. She ...” Todd blushed bright red and couldn’t go on. His mother reached and took his cock. “Did she touch this?” Todd nodded. His mother let his cock fall back on his thighs. “How did she touch it? Tell me.” “She ... she rubbed it.” “The foreskin?” “Yes ... she rubbed the... the foreskin back and forth.” “And did you come.” “She only did it a little bit.” “But you were hard.” “Yes.” “And did this disgusting little girl do anything else?” “No.” Todd’s mother looked at him for a few seconds, as he stood there naked. Then she held up the picture again. “This is your dirty magazine. This is the one you were masturbating to. I want you to look at it.” Todd looked at the picture. “Now look at the woman’s breasts. See how big they are. Does that excite you?” Todd whispered, “Yes Mummy.” “Very well. Now look at her tongue what is she doing with it?” “She’s licking the ... the ...” “It’s a cock or a prick. So tell me what she’s doing.” Todd gulped. He felt a stirring in his groin which he tried to will away. “She’s...licking his ...prick”. Despite his efforts he felt his cock stirring. Reflexively he started to move his hands to cover it but his mother holding the magazine in one hand pointed with the other and motioned them back. “Yes she’s licking his sticky prick. Does your prick get sticky, little boy?” She was looking directly at his stiffening cock. Todd looked down and saw a large drop of clear liquid at the tip of his cock, poised to drip off. His mother held the magazine closer to him. “Yes. Well you don’t have to answer that do you? Seeing you're such an expert in sex. Do you know about women who suck cocks?” Todd licked his lips. “There’s some pictures in the magazine, I...” His mother took the magazine and thumbed through it page by page. As she did so Todd could see the upside down pictures he was so familiar with flicking by. There was the one with the woman pumping a jetting cock. There was the one with two women licking each other. Then his mother stopped on one of his all time favorites; the woman with the cock deep in her mouth. But there was another part he always covered with his hand. Then when he was really pumping he would expose it. It was an inset picture on the lower right hand corner of the page. There was the same woman drinking a white spurting stream of come from a guys prick. “Look at your cock!” Todd looked down in horror and saw that his cock was standing straight out and his hand had moved instinctively towards it and was poised to grip it. He jerked his hand back to his side. His mother looked at him with a look of total disgust. “How dare you stand in front of me with your hand on your cock. Were you going to jack off in front of me? That’s what you call it – isn’t it? Jacking off.” Todd looked at her. “I’m sorry. I...” His mother stood up, furious. “WHAT DO YOU CALL IT?” “I call it jacking off, Mummy.” “Very well. Seeing that you have lost all sense of decency. I want you to jack off in front of me.” “What?” “You heard me young man. If you must do disgusting things I want to get it over with. Take your cock in your hand. Right now.” Todd reached down with his right hand and wrapped it around his cock. “Now put your other hand under your balls.” Todd put his left hand under his balls. “Now you dirty animal. Pull your balls forward. Yes. Stop there. Now grip your cock tighter and thrust it forward.” Todd stood there with his balls pulled up and his cock thrust forward pointing at his mother.” “Now jack off.” Todd stood there uncertain. “I said JACK OFF!” Todd started caressing his prick up and down. Letting the foreskin roll back and forth over his tip. The more he did it the more he felt that feeling in his cock tip. “Now look at this filthy picture.” His mother held the magazine up so he could see it clearly. “Are you thinking about having your cock sucked,” she asked. “Yes Mummy.” “Think of this woman sucking your cock. Think of her lips on that dick of yours.” Todd moaned and leaned back thrusting his hips and cock forward. He was doing the deep stroke now; pulling the skin down and then giving a special squeeze. He had perfected this a month ago and used it often. As he hand returned to the top he gave a little squeeze with the finger wrapped around the underside of his tip: the place where the skin came up and two lobes that were so sensitive. “You filthy boy! Jack off your ugly ones! Your going to spray your dirty stuff out aren’t you? AREN’T YOU?” Todd was panting. Sweat ran down his face. He was working his hand back and forth on his cock and he pointed it at his Mother. “Yes Mummy. I’m going to spray my dirty stuff out.” “Out of the tip of your cock?” “Yes Mummy. I’m going to spray my dirty stuff out of the tip of my cock.” “Go on then. Get it over with. Do your dirty stuff, you filthy little boy. Do you animalistic stuff right here.” Todd started to groan. He could feel the sensation in his cock. Suddenly he though of what he was doing. He couldn’t jism with his mother right there. But he couldn’t stop either; he couldn’t stop rubbing it. He looked down and saw the picture again. The woman with the cum splashing in her mouth was smiling; she seemed to be looking right at him. She could be drinking his cum. That cocksucking bitch with the big fucking tits could be drinking his hot juicy cock spit down her fucking sucking throat the dirty whore who spreads her legs for any man the slut who sucks dicks all day and drinks all the cum from them like a fucking whore bitch yeah like a slave girl he could snap his fingers and tell her to suck yes suck yes suck mouth me baby mouth me you dirty whore yes that’s it okay whore okay you dirty slut whore that it yes like that like that oh yes I’m going to pump it down your bitch throat you dirty cunt yes you cunt you dirt dirty cunt oh yes yes yes okay I’m going to I’m goingto It's coming it’s coming I can’t stop it’s going to go oh yes yes YES YES YES YES YES FUCK FUCK ME FUCK YES I’M FUCKING COMING SUCK MY DICK WHORE SUCK MY BIG JETTING DICK!! And with a yell that reverberated around the house Todd let loose a huge stream of white sticky sperm. He kept his hand squeezing and pulling and squeezing it savage upward motions as he milked every drop of cum from his cock and splattered it ...splattered it... Oh God! he had splattered it on his mother. She was sitting there still holding the magazine up. White thick cum was running down the magazine. But the worst part was it was all over his mother’s blouse. “You filthy little prick. You little bastard! Look what you’ve done.” His mother jumped to her feet and held her hands away from her body. Showing him. He stood there. Cum dripping from his cock, his hand still wrapped around it. He had a sudden thought. Had he said all that stuff out loud? “You are disgusting. I’ve never heard such a foul mouth in my life. To think that you kiss me with that mouth.” His mother was silent and stood looking at him a long while. Todd stood there, with his cum covered fingers dripping on the floor. His mother pointed towards the bathroom. “Get in there and get cleaned up. Put all these clothes in the dirty laundry basket. I’m going to get changed.” Todd watched her storm out of the room. He sat down on the bed exhausted. His hand went down and encountered something wet. He looked down. He could still see the depression of where his mother had been sitting and feel the heat of her body still on the blanket. Right in the middle was a wet patch. It couldn’t be his cum as she had sitting here. Shrugging, he picked up all his clothes and made his way to the bathroom. Mother's Nasty Boy Ch. 02 It was late but Todd couldn't sleep. To tell the truth he was confused and all kinds of thoughts pushed and prodded him as he turned over and over in his bed. That afternoon he had been caught jerking off by his mother and she had made him do it in front of her. After he had cleaned up as she had ordered him to he had slunk back to his room. His copy of "Sex Sluts" wasn't there anymore, his mother must have confiscated it. He had stayed in his room for two hours before hunger drove him downstairs. His mother was peeling potatoes for supper and had his back to him. Todd hung back, unsure of what kind of reception he would get. "You can have two cookies from the jar, no more," his mother said without turning round. Todd mumbled a thank you, and fished out the two largest chocolate chip cookies. Supper was quiet as usual. After the long grace that his mother read out of one of her pamphlets, they ate without speaking. After supper Todd went into the den and watched TV while his mother did the dishes. After a while his mother came in and sat beside him on the couch and started watching the show that had just started. It was an old version of Seinfeld, and Todd realized to his horror that it was the one all about masturbation. Being 'Master of Your Domain.' He wanted to change the channel but he felt that would call attention to it so he sat there squirming, his face and neck flushed as they watched it. His mother watched it intently but didn't say a word. Thankfully, after a tense half an hour an old science fiction movie came on and his mother left the room to read a book. As he lay in bed, Todd reflected on the fact that his mother had not mentioned a thing about that afternoon's incident. It was as if it had never happened. Usually when Todd screwed up his mother was quick to remind him and used it for a lot of cutting comments until, inevitably, something worse took its place. Click! Todd froze in bed as the door opened and his mother poked her head in. Thank God he hadn't been jerking off, being caught twice in one day would have been too much. His mother saw him looking back and her and came in the room. Todd could see that she was wearing her brown nightgown. She had had it for years and it was starting to fray around the cuffs and the hem. His mother sat on the edge of the bed and studied his face. Todd lay under the covers, unsure of what to say. "What you did today was wrong." Todd blushed. For a while there he had hoped that his mother wasn't going to bring it up again. He mumbled another apology. "Do you do that often?" Todd shook his head. He didn't want to tell his mother he normally pulled his wire at least three times a day, sometimes even more. His mother suddenly pulled back the covers. Todd felt the cold air gust against him. He always slept naked. "You haven't done it since this afternoon have you?" "No." Todd shook his head vehemently. He was glad that he could tell the truth for once. His mother looked over the bed sheets around his legs and thighs and then checked the top sheet. The sheets had been changed today so they were clean, thank God, no cum stains. "Must you do that?" his mother said as she put the top sheets down but left him still exposed. "Pardon?" "What you were doing this afternoon, must you do it?" "Ah, well..." His mother sniffed. "You're like all the other men aren't you. No control." Todd wasn't sure what to say. His mother sighed. "I guess you can't fight nature. Men are animals after all." Todd squirmed a little, "Well, I guess so..." He wasn't sure where his mother was going with this. "You know that self abuse is a sin." "I...yes...I heard something like that." Suddenly his mother stood up. "Wait here. Don't move." She left the room with a purposeful stride. Todd lay there feeling the cool air wafting on his balls. He was wondering whether he should pull the sheet over him when his mother came back in the room carrying a bath towel and a plastic shopping bag that Todd recognized as coming from the local drug store. His mother sat down on the edge of the bed and unfolded the towel. "Put this under you," she said handing him the towel. "Uh...what..." Todd was totally confused now, and a little nervous. His mother frowned. "Don't forget you're in a lot of trouble young man. I don't want to have to tell you twice." Todd lifted his hips up and arranged the towel beneath him. His mother straightened it up to her satisfaction. Then she reached into the bag an brought out some items onto the bed. There was a pair of latex gloves that she pulled off their cardboard holder. Todd stared in amazement as she pulled them over her hands and interlaced her fingers to get them fitted. Then she reached into the bag and pulled out a large bottle of baby oil. "Very well. I want you to regard this as like brushing your teeth or taking medicine." Todd stared at her. "Regard what... I don't understand." Todd's mother reached over and gingerly grasped the soft folds of his foreskin at the very tip of his cock and pulled his skin up taught. "Why aren't you erect?" she asked impatiently. Todd looked down on the wrinkled skin of his shriveled member. If anything the cold air had made it smaller than usual. "Maybe we shouldn't...I mean... this is kind of weird." His mother glared at him and slapped his penis with her other hand. "Ouch. That hurt." "I don't want you to say things like that. This is to stop you from committing sin. It disgusts me so I just want to get it over with." Tom felt really uncomfortable. He wanted to pull the covers back and put his head under the sheets. "I don't know if I can." His mother pulled on his foreskin and moved his penis around. "What do you normally do to get hard." "Gee Mum, I don't ..." "You were hard enough this afternoon...oh, yes--you had that magazine." Todd lay there trying not to move. "Well I threw the magazine out, so that won't do. It was a disgusting, filthy thing. I'm surprised that kind of thing would affect you like that." Todd sighed. It had been his favorite jack off magazine, but that was another thing he wasn't about to tell his mother. "What was it about the magazine that got you excited?" Todd just gaped at his mother. This whole thing was too weird to be believed. He half felt that he would wake up any moment and this would all be one of those really weird dreams that you never told anyone about. "Do naked women get you hard?" Without waiting for his reply his mother dropped his penis and started untying her robe. Todd's eyes widened like two blue starburst shells blossoming in the dark during a fireworks display. For some reason his teeth were chattering. His mother opened the top of her robe. She was naked underneath and Todd could see her pendulous breasts with large brown nipples. "You can't touch them, but you can look if that will help." His mother took her gloved hands and put them under her breasts. She raised them up so Todd could get a good look. "Ah." She said as she noticed his penis give a small twitch. She let her breasts down but kept them exposed. Then she reached out and pulled on his foreskin again. Todd felt the cool latex against his hot skin as she manipulated the skin up and down. Despite himself he could feel a familiar stirring at the very base of his cock. "You are a disgusting animal," she said with distaste in her voice and her face wrinkled up like she had smelt something bad. "You're still not hard enough to get this finished," she grumbled. "Do you use dirty words...like fuck, cunt, cock?" Todd licked his lips. His heart was starting to throb harder and he felt more sensation at the base of his cock. "Very well," his mother said. "I want you to think of a woman sucking your cock. That would make her a cocksucker wouldn't it?" Todd nodded. He felt his penis give a real stir and swell slightly. His mother reached for the bottle of baby oil and poured a little on the top of his cock. She put it down and then pulled his foreskin down exposing the purple tip. She worked the baby oil all over it and then closed her fist around it. "Okay I'm going to rub you now until your milk comes out. Just try and get it over with as soon as possible... and try not to get it all over everything." Todd spread his legs and closed his eyes as his mother starting to moved her latex clad hand up and down his cock tip. "I suppose you have to think about doing animal kind of things, do you?" Todd felt his cock starting to harden under his mother rubbing. She was sliding her hand up and down and using her thumb to stimulate the front lobes of his cock. "Well do you?" Todd nodded. "I get turned on by that kind of stuff." He opened his eyes and watched as his mother's hand slid up and down. "Look at my breasts then," his mother snapped. "I want you to know that I think this is disgusting, so I want you to get it over with as fast as possible. Todd looked sideways to watch his mother's large breast as they moved slightly with the rhythm of her hand. "Ah I felt you get harder just then. It turns you on to look at me, does it?" "Yes mummy" said Todd as he felt his hard cock pushing into his mother's slick hand. "You are a disgusting little boy. Have you ever watched me undressing?" Todd froze in mid hip pump. A picture of his mother's long white thigh framed by the crack of a partly open bathroom door spilled into his mind. How could his mother know about that? His mother stopped and looked at him with a look of complete disgust on her face. Todd winced as her grip tightened. "You filthy little animal. You watched me undress didn't you?" Todd looked away, a hot blush stained his chest, neck and face. "Look at me," she snapped. Todd turned his head back but couldn't meet her eyes. "Did you...?" she asked. "Did I what?" "Did you masturbate while you watched me?" "Well...no, not while I watched you." "Then afterwards. You went back to your bedroom and jerked off. Didn't you?" Todd nodded. He was too overwhelmed to deny it. He knew his mother knew anyway. "Hmmm. And when you jerked off did you think of doing things to me." Todd nodded again. He noticed that his mother's hand had started to slowly move again. For some reason his cock was getting really hard. "Did you think about coming up behind me and looking at my ass?" Todd's was starting to pant a bit and it was hard to answer. He tried but his mother went on without it. "Did you hope I'd turn around and unzip your pants." His mother's fingers were moving faster and faster on his cock. "Did you hope I'd take your cock out and get down on my knees and suck on it." Todd groaned. His cock was bullet hard and he was moving his hips trying to get the right thrust in his mother's hand. "That's it you dirty little animal. Do your fuck stuff into my hands." Todd felt the heat rise in his cock and he felt the start of a pressure building up in his cock. "Yes. Yes. That's it." His mother took her other hand and fingered his balls. "Try to get this disgusting act over with. I'll make a cunt with my hands and you fuck it. Just fuck my hand cunt you little animal. Do you dirty beastly stuff in my hands." His mother used both her hands to rub him up and down. His skin slipped up and down with her hands and gave him delicious sensations on the tip of his shiny, oiled cock. "Ah...ah.." he said as he felt the pressure build in his cock. "Fuck!" the word popped out. He hadn't meant to say it but it just burst out of him. His mother moved her hands faster. "Come on you dirty boy. Squirt your cock spit out." She pushed her breasts towards him. "You're not coming fast enough," she said. "Touch my breasts if that will get this over with." "Fuck. Oh. Christ. Fuck." Todd reached out wildly and grabbed his mother's huge breasts. "Okay. Now. Touch my tits and think of sluts sucking your cock." She started pumping his cock up and down like she had been seized by a convulsion. Her eyes were staring right at the hole at the top as it kept popping up through her hands and then disappearing again for another stroke. Todd could feel it coming now. He got that feeling that nothing could stop him going. "Pump it Mummy, pump it, yes, like that. Oh fuck, fuck, fuck. I'm going to go. Oh Christ." Todd arched his body off the bed he wasn't to push his cock towards those lovely rubbing hands. He felt his jism boiling up inside his cock and then for an incredible moment it just stayed there building pressure until - WHAM!. Oh yes it came out. It squirted out like a Texas oil well under pressure. He sobbed in pleasure as his spunk jetted out. Big white gobs of it splattered all over his mother's face and breasts. "Fuck. Fuck." he said as he squirt after squirt splashed out to run down his mother's hands, to land on the sheets and finally a last flying drop hit his mother's lips and hung there gleaming in the light like a pearl. His mother took a deep breath as she relaxed her hands and the drop of sperm was pulled over her lips and into her mouth. A look of surprise hit her face as she tasted his sperm in her mouth. She looked at him in horror and than spat at his face. Her spittle mixed with his sperm landed on his lips. Then they were both still. Todd tried to get his gasping breath and thudding heart under control. His mother was breathing hard from the exertion and staring at him in disgust. Todd licked his lips and swallowed the mixture of spittle and sperm as his mother watched in total disgust. "You're filthy," she said. "You're a filthy animal like all men." Todd watched as his mother cleaned up. She took tissues and wiping the sperm off her breasts and face. Then she wiped all the spots of cum on the bed she could see. Finally she wiped Todd off. He winced as she roughly pulled his foreskin down and wiped the bare tip. When she had finished and put all the tissues into a plastic bag from the drugstore, she pulled the cover's back over him. "Go to sleep," she said. "And I don't want you doing anything disgusting." With that she pulled her robe around her and stood up. With one last look at Todd lying in bed she turned off the light and closed the door behind her. Mother's Nasty Boy Ch. 03 Thanks to all those who sent encouraging emails. I really appreciated it. A write writes in solitude. It's impossible to overstate how grateful I am for such positive feedback. Bang! The door flew open and slammed against the wall. A jolt of fear sat Todd sat bolt upright and he couldn't stop a sharp yell of surprise. A dark shape loomed in the doorway blocking out the light from the hallway. Todd shrank back, his heart thumping like a frantic animal. "Todd!" a voice shrieked. It was his mother. "You scared me," Todd said trying to keep his voice level. He was gulping for air and his heart was still banging painfully in his chest. She strode to the bed and towered over him. The light from the open door behind her caught the red netting of her teddy pajamas and it made Todd think of the flickering red fires of hell his mother was always talking about. He could see her large breasts that jutted the material and even the circular darkness of her nipples. A sharp stab of guilt made him look away. He shouldn't be looking at them. Todd wormed down in the bed and pulled the blanket up to his chin. "I'm tired. I was asleep." Todd's mother marched back to the door and turned on the light. The sudden brightness made Todd blink and he flung his hands up and covered his eyes. "Mum, come on." He heard the rustle of his mother's diaphanous nightgown as she walked back to the bed. Then he felt her knee touching his left elbow that was jutting off the edge of the bed. "You were masturbating weren't you?" she demanded. Then before he could answer she snapped impatiently, "Oh for heavens sake. Take your hands away from your eyes and look at me when I talking to you." Todd pulled his hands away and opened his eyes slowly, blinking in the light. His mother's face swam into his view and it was taught and angry. He looked down and saw her fingers were tapping a rapid beat on her hips. "Sit up," she snapped. Todd pulled himself up and arranged the blanket around his waist. As he folded it he made sure he had extra weight lying on his lap. He had a habit of getting erections at the most embarrassing time. He had thought it would have stopped when he got older, but here he was two days after his eighteenth birthday and if anything it was getting worse. "Well," said his mother taking her arms off her hips and folding them, holding them just under the massive jut of her breasts. "I was sleeping." "Jesus will punish the liar," hissed his mother. "I heard the bed squeak in my bedroom, and when I came into the hall, it was even louder." Todd didn't say anything. His hung head was a clear confession of guilt. "What did I tell you about doing that?" Todd couldn't bring himself to look at her face. "You told me that I shouldn't jack off. You told me it was the act of a dirty filthy animal." Todd still remembered the time last night his mother had insisted on jacking him off. His cock twitched at the memory of her lubricated hands sliding up and down on his cock. His mother had said something and he hadn't heard. He looked up at her blankly. His mother huffed in her most irritated manner, "You never listen do you. I said pull back the sheets." Todd made a show of reluctantly picked up the sheets and threw them aside. During that time he was able to reach down with his right hand and stuff his cock between his legs. He sat there with his legs tightly clenched together, with his cock barely visible between them. His mother glared at him. "Spread your legs," she snapped, her mouth and face in a tight hard line. Slowly Todd opened his legs. "Get them right apart," she said in a voice that allowed no room for disobedience. His cock was still semi-hard from where he had been jacking off. A drop of pre-cum glistened on the tip. It was half erect and stuck up in a drooping arc. His mother reached down with an outstretched finger. She touched the tip of his cock right where the foreskin came together but a small bit of his purple tip lay revealed. She took the drop on her finger tip with a tiny scooping motion. She held her hand out in front of his face and rubbed her thumb and fingertip together to show him how slippery it was. She put it under his nose and he knew he was expected to smell it. He took and audible sniff and smelt the sharp smell of his own precum. Clear evidence he had been caught breaking the rules. "You know I don't want this staining the bed, don't you?" she said in her exasperated voice. The one she used when he left a mess in the kitchen, or failed to rinse the bathroom sink. That was the voice that made Todd feel like a small child. "Yes mummy," he said. The shame making his face burn. She reached across him and grabbed the blankets and top sheet, holding them up so she could inspect the underside. "See there's a wet spot there already." Todd stared at it without saying anything. It was cold with the blankets and sheet off. He wrapped his arms around his knees and hugged tight. His mother flung the sheets to the far side of the bed. Todd sat hugging his knees wanting to go back to the warmth of his bed. "Come on," his mother said, and she turned and walked towards the door. What did she mean? Todd stared at her back not knowing what to do. She turned and had that exasperated look on her face. "Well come on." "Come on where?" "Honestly I thought it would be obvious. I can't trust you to be by yourself. All you want to do is rub your cock like a little animal. You're going to sleep in my bed. That way I'll be able to make sure you're not abusing yourself." Todd remembered what she had done the last two nights. Was she meaning to jack him off with the gloves and baby oil again? His cock twitched and started to swell up. But she seemed different tonight. She had clearly decided it was a bad thing. Todd decided not to say anything or do anything that acknowledged it had happened. He was used to doing that, there was a lot he couldn't mention to his mother. He got up quickly so he could hide his growing hard on, and followed his mother. She marched down the hall ahead of him and when he got to the door of her bedroom, she was already in bed. "Close the door," she said as she turned over on her side, her face away from the door. Todd closed the door behind him. Now the room was so dark that he stumbled his way across the floor to his mother's bed. His mother always slept on the left side. He had peeked in and seen her sleeping some times, hoping to get a glimpse of her naked. Todd always assumed his father had slept on the right, but he had never known him. He had left when Todd was two. It was warm in her bed, and the sheets were crisp, clean and smelled of lavender. He snuggled down and pulled the soft down comforter up to his chin. It was warm and nice here, but an aching feeling from his cock and balls started to grow. He needed to finish his interrupted jacking off. He had been really close to coming when his mother had barged in. Not quite at that can't-stop-for-anything time, but at that time when the buildup started to make his balls feel bigger and there was that feeling that told him he was in the groove and it was going to come home. Then he had been interrupted by his mother and his cock had drooped like an icicle in the heat of her anger. That familiar have-to-do-it feeling crept back in his balls and cock tip. God he really wanted to blow a load! but it was going to be impossible here in his mother's bed. He thought about asking her to jack him off. He just couldn't face the look on her face. How would he say it? He wouldn't be able to. He was probably going to have to get up in the cold and go to the bathroom to blow it into a wad of toilet tissue. For the moment he could enjoy the warmth and smell of his mother's bed. He pulled the sheets close to his nose and inhaled. It smelled like lavender with a slight smell of soap. He reached down and started to play with his cock. He thought of the time his mother had caught him jacking off with the magazine. She had made him jack off in front of her, just to teach him a lesson, and he had spurted all over her breasts and face. The thought of it made him hard and he rubbed his cock. He used the foreskin method as he had no lubricant. He could roll his foreskin up and down, until he came. It was more intense if he used lubricant and pulled his skin back to rub the bare tip, but that took a lot more preparation and he usually only did that when he was alone in the house with lots of time, and a good collection of porn. Thinking of porn he would have to decide what fantasy he wanted to come to. It always helped if he had a fantasy playing. Of course having his mother do it was top of the list, but he had all kinds of fantasies about her. There was the one when she took him into the changing room at the store and getting down on her knees she sucked the come out of his cock. That was a good fantasy. He liked to play it slowly in his mind, sometimes going over bits to improve them. Sometimes he would be imperious and tell his mother to come in to the changing room. She would look around to make sure no one was looking and then slip inside. He would already have his cock out, sticking out hard from his fly. He would sit down on the stool that was always in the room. She would get down on her knees, putting her handbag on the floor and then like the bitch she was she would move on all fours until her mouth was close to his cock. He thought of her mouth on him sucking it in. He thought of fucking his mother's mouth. Use it like it was a cunt. His cock was really hard now and he started rubbing his foreskin up and down letting his finger form a ring the slipped over the flare of his cock head just a little and then right back over it again. It was one of his better strokes. His mother stirred and he froze. He held his breath as he listened to her breathing. It was steady and after a count of twenty he let his breath out ever so quietly. Thankfully she was still asleep, and hadn't noticed what he was doing. He started a slow rhythm, trying to minimize the shaking of the bed, squeezing a little harder for extra sensation. He tried to vary it so the bed wouldn't start swaying with each beat, but that was too hard and when the urge got too strong he started in a rapid quick-time rhythm. His mother rolled over. Todd went rigidly still again. Certain this time that he had woken her up. No, she was breathing steadily. Suddenly he was conscious of her large breasts just in front of him. His mother's heat radiated off them and he wanted to get closer. Just feeling the body heat from his mother's massive jugs turned him on, and he felt his cock twitch to a new level of hardness. With the barest movement he leaned forward a fraction, and then a little more. He gave a yawn and moved as if snuggling down for sleep, but it got him another half inch closer. This was a series of moves. No more than the slightest twitch at a time, but each one moved him nearer to his goal. Soon he could feel the heat of her body and when she moved slightly her left breast touched his arm. Todd's cock was almost vibrating with excitement as he felt the heat and softness of her breast as it rested lightly on his arm. He had that frantic had-to-do-it feeling, and he had it bad. He knew he would have to get up and go to the bathroom so he could jack his jism out. He didn't really want to flush his spunk down the toilet but it was better than nothing. The white porcelain of the bathroom always seemed so cold, and it made the whole thing kind of clinically asexual. It would do if he had to, but he couldn’t' help but remember shooting his load all over his mother's big breasts. He decided to enjoy the closeness of his mother's breasts for just another minute and he moved a little nearer. He felt the fullness of them as he arm moved further under her left breast. He couldn't help himself, he reached up and gently touched her left breast. She was breathing in a slow, steady rhythm. Todd took a chance and ever so lightly felt her nipple. It was harder than he thought it was usually, but he didn't know how women's nipples were when they slept. His mother sighed in her sleep and Todd felt a sudden fear and his heart pounded. He dreaded her eyes opening and looking at him with that accusing look. His hand was trembling and he pulled it back slowly--ever so slowly. That was it, he would have to go and jack off in the bathroom. He wished he had one of his magazines but his mother had burnt them. He started to move towards the edge of the bed. He planned to slip out under the covers so he didn't disturb his mother. At the edge of the bed he put a leg out feeling the cold air. He paused for a moment, not wanting to go into the cold. It was so warm here. He felt a flash of irritation. It was all his mother's fault. If only she'd let him finish jacking off in bed he wouldn't be in this state. Now he had to go to the bathroom and do a fast jack off so he could get back into the warm bed. He found it hard to come when he was cold, and he knew it was going to take a bit of work, all the time he would be getting colder. Still reluctant to get out of bed into the cold air he thought of his mother's large breasts and her hands rubbing his cock. He closed his eyes and remembered the time his mother had put oil on his cock and rubbed it up and down, and how to make him get it over with she had let him play with her naked tits. God his cock was hard and straining. He could just touch it a bit before he got up. Just a bit. That was better. If he rubbed it up and down just a bit it felt better. Helped him stand the needing thing. He pinched the tip of his cock holding the foreskin and letting his cock head pop back. Then he popped it out. He did that a few times because it didn't really move the bed. Trouble was it got him really wanting to give it some real strokes and he knew the rhythm would disturb his mother. He slowed down for a bit and then stopped. He was breathing hard but he forced himself to breath steady so as not to let his mother know he was excited. There was nothing for it now, he would have to go the bathroom and beat his meat. Maybe he would use the baby oil in the cupboard. His mother used it sometimes to oil herself. He liked the smell of it on her. It reminded him of when his mother used to bathe him as a little boy. Trouble was he would smell of baby oil. Worse he might get in on his mother's sheets. If she found out he had not only jacked off but he had also oil-stained her sheets he...he shuddered thinking about it. No, it would have to be just a straight forward wack off. The kind where he sat on the can and beat it with his eyes screwed shut as he thought of something. What would that be? What would he think of tonight? Maybe not his mother. He would punish her by thinking of someone else when he wacked off. Then he could imagine her the next time begging to be able to suck him off or jerk him off all over her breasts. Who else could he think about? How about Matilda in his geography class at the university. It was a big first-year class but he had noticed her right away. What a great pair of tits and those lips. They were soft and warm. She had smiled at Todd several times and he often beat off to thinking of her wrapping those lips around his cock. He would say "suck it bitch, suck my big hard-on, suck the juice right out of it and down your fucking throat you fucking whore." She would smile at him and increase her rhythm. He would feel the cum starting to-- His mother stirred. Todd's whole body went as rigid as his cock. He was so taught in every muscle that he was shaking. Slowly he let the tension go and he relaxed. That did it, he had to go and tend to business. He moved his leg right out and started to put his weight on it carefully. "Where are you going?" Todd turned around and saw his mother's eyes glaring at him. "Just to the bathroom," he said trying to keep the tremble out of his voice. "You're going to jack-off, aren't you?" she said, disgust in her voice. "I was just--" "Don't lie," she snapped. "Lying is a sin. You know what happens to liars don't you?" Todd nodded. "Yes mummy. They go to hell." Her eyes were hot and angry and her mouth was drawn in a tight bloodless line. "And they burn in hellfire for ever." She stared at him for a long pause. "Well?" she said. Todd was defeated. His defiance faded like a snowflake on a hot stove. "Yes mummy," he said. "I was going to the bathroom to masturbate." "Get back in bed," his mother snapped. Todd scuttled back in pulling the cover back and feeling the warmth envelop him. He had the coverlet tucked beneath his chin. His mother's face was close to his. He looked away. "Look at me," she snapped. Todd looked up and she captured his gaze with those eyes for what seemed to Todd to be an unending agony of time. It was if she could see right into his head, read every thought. It was crazy but he couldn't get the idea out of his head. He tried not to think of bad things, but he couldn't help himself. All the really dirty things he had done floated through his head. The time he had jacked off in his mother's nightie, and then laundered it frantically before she got home. He had been scared for weeks that she might detect something different about it. He was so paranoid that he thought she was looking at him in a speculative way for some time after that, but reason had finally returned and he realized that it was just his imagination. Then there was the time he had looked in Slyvia Dawson's window. He had watched her take off her clothes and stand in front of the mirror. Then-- His mother broke the silence and said, "Go to sleep. And don't touch yourself." She closed her eyes and in a few moments she was breathing regularly again. Todd lay there with his hard on throbbing. This was the worst. His mother turned over and once again her breasts were close to his face. He couldn't help himself. He waited for a moment until he was sure his mother was asleep and reached out and touched the huge swell of her breast. God it was warm and wonderfully soft. He let his hand skip over the sheer nylon of her teddy top and touch her nipple. It was still hard. His mother stirred a bit but didn't stop breathing steadily. Slowly Todd let his palm moved around and around on her nipple. His mother stirred in her sleep, but didn't wake up. Her breast was pushing against his palm. Todd reached down with his right hand and felt the heat from between his mother's legs. He moved his hands lightly forward. He could feel swell of her mound. Below that his fingers felt the faint trace of her cunt lips through the sheer nylon of her panties. He lightly caressed the slit of her cunt from outside the nylon. The nylon's subtle roughness brushed his finger tip as he moved it down. He felt a dampness on the nylon. He couldn't help it. His hand went down to this cock and he started stroking to relieve the ache. His Mother's voice was hard. "What are you doing?" He stopped and cringed with guilt. "You were touching yourself again?" There was nothing for it but to answer truthfully. "Yes," he said in a small voice. His mother sat up and stared at him with that look again. "We won't be able to sleep if you keep doing that. You're jiggling the bed and waking me up." "Sorry Mummy." Todd's mother pursed her lips and shook her head in disgust. "I can see you won't be still until your disgusting urges are satisfied. You are a dirty boy." Todd nodded. Somewhere deep inside him a faint gleam of hope shone. His mother said, "I'm not going to get up in the cold and get my gloves and the oil." The gleam of hope winked out. Then she said, "I don't want you splattering your dirty stick stuff all over my clean sheets." Mother's Nasty Boy Ch. 04 Todd was woken up by the sun spilling through the window and creeping across the room to lay across him on the bed. He stretched and felt an erection pressing up against the sheets. Without thinking he reached down and started to rub himself. Then the realization of last night flooded into his head. Images jumped into a vivid focus; images of his mother jacking him off, saying dirty words, and being splattered with his cum. The door opened with a bang. It was his mother, standing there all dressed up with a disapproving look on her face. "You're late. Get dressed we only have ten minutes." The door closed with a slam. Todd stared at the door. Had she seen him touching himself? Then it hit him. Oh, Damn, it was Sunday. If he didn't make it to church with his mother he wouldn't hear the end of it for weeks. He jumped out of bed and raced for the shower. Five minutes later he was grabbing a slice of toast, gulping down some orange juice and trying to tie his shoelaces. His mother was standing by the door to the garage, tapping her foot. The drive to the church was silent. His mother drove with her usual tight lipped precision. She scowled at the other drivers as if daring them to come close to her car. Parallel parking was a tense time, with his mother frowning as she went back and forth at least twenty times, her tongue peeking out of her taut lips As they walked up the steps joining the flow of the other parishioners, Todd was hit by a frisson of unreality. Was this stern, silent, church-going woman, the same woman who had done that to him last night. He looked around at the plump matrons awkward in their high heels, and doused in flower scented perfumes. He tried to imagine them in bed the night before, their plump legs pointing at the ceiling, screaming 'fuck me, fuck me, you big fucking bastard'. Or did they just lay there with their legs spread staring at cracks in the ceiling until it was finished. It was no use he couldn't put the pictures together. Todd and his mother nodded at the Pastor as entered the cool vaulted church. He was a tall, thin man, who always seemed sad no matter how hard he tried to smile. He was married to a small whirlwind of a woman, who organized everyone and everything around her. Todd tried to imagine them doing it. Definitely know who's on top their, he grinned to himself. Did she go down on him he wondered, did he go down on her. Probably strictly missionary position, but then he looked at his mother. This was one of the life lessons they kept talking about--you never knew. His mother motioned him into one of the back pews. She didn't like people who liked to exhibit their clothes in the front pew. Todd prepared himself for an hour of boredom. He didn't know what the whole thing was about. If God did exist, something he wasn't prepared to concede, he was sure a supreme being didn't really want these tiny bipeds going to buildings to praise him. What kind of egotistical, small-minded entity did that make him? The service dragged on. Todd had the handout that listed all the hymns and what was on the program for this Sunday. He kept referring to it to see how much longer it was going to take. After what seemed like an eternity they were finally getting close to the end--thank God. The next up was a choral event. A whole arranged medley that the choir had been practicing for months. Todd knew that, because a friend of his was in the choir. He told Todd that it was a great place to meet pussy, but Todd hadn't noticed him getting anything. He sighed, it was listed at twelve minutes. He knew it would seem like hours. Todd jumped as his mother's hand rested on his thigh. He turned and looked at her, but she was staring straight ahead, her back straight as the walls of the church. He looked down and watched her finger move over to his crotch. He licked his lips nervously and looked around. They were the furthest back of anyone and everyone was looking ahead to the choir in their benches to the side of the altar. His mother's hand started kneading him through his pants and he felt his cock swelling, despite himself. "He riseth up." The choir sung. His mother's hand unzipped his fly and fumbled with his underpants. "Ah Mum...I don't think..." "Shhhh," she hissed. She frowned but kept staring straight ahead. "Let the light of the Lord in," the girls' voices trilled. Todd's cock popped out of his fly and he felt the cool air on it. "Receive your love..." sang the deep male voices. His mother's fingers started to rapidly manipulate his penis. Todd looked around wildly. They would get caught for sure. Someone would turn around. Despite his panic his cock grew under the irresistible ministrations of his mother. "Rejoice, rejoice, rejoice ..." sang the girls. Todd's cock throbbed, he felt hot and flushed. He thought he would die of embarrassment. "Mum, please..." he muttered. A lady in the pew two ahead turned around to look at him. His mother turned and glared at him. "Don't speak in church," she snapped. Todd's mother nodded at the lady who have an approving nod and turned back to the choir. Todd realized he couldn't do anything. If he pulled away everyone would turn and look. How would he get his cock back in his pants without everyone seeing. It was starting to feel good and he could feel the familiar feeling. "Praise Him, Praise Him..." sang the men. Todd closed his eyes and the exquisite feeling of the cum starting to move up his cock seized him. His mother's fingers worked faster and faster. Stroking his foreskin up and down, moving with quick twists. "Come to Him,..." sang the choir all together. Todd eyes shot open. He was going to squirt, he couldn't stop it. The cum was moving up his cock. It was going to go all over the place. But he couldn't help it. Just as the spasms started his mother leaned over and put her mouth over his cock. "Glory, glory, glory ..." sang the men. He felt her wet lips run up and down his tip in a sensuous sucking motion. That did it, he squirted a giant load of cum into his mother's mouth. "Give me your grace O Lord," sang the girls. He felt her gulping as she worked to get it all and every time he thought he was done he had another spasm and another squirt. After what seemed liked minutes he stopped and his mother licked his cock clean. She sat up as casually as if she had been retrieving a dropped hymnbook and put his cock back and zipped up his fly. "Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah." sang the entire choir, their voices ringing around the church. Todd lay rested against the back of the pew, slightly slumped. He was hot and sweaty and totally drained. They were standing on the steps. His mother was shaking hands with the pastor, congratulating him on the service. As they walked away one of the plump, perfumed ladies approached them. "I couldn't help noticing your son during the choral piece," she said. "Oh yes." Todd's mother replied. "It was like he was transported." She turned to Todd. "Have you ever considered becoming a pastor?" Todd's mouth opened in surprise. "Ah...no...not really." "Well you should. It's clear that you have a deep spiritual connection with religion," she said and she bustled off to join a group of women waiting for her. His mother stood there and watched her go. She turned to Todd, "You're disgusting," her voice was venomous and full of anger. "But mum, it was--" "Be quiet!" his mother interrupted, glaring at him. "I've never heard of anyone doing anything so dirty, so filthy, so ..." her face was twisted in a look of total disgust. "and in a church, in a house of worship. You're going to be severely punished young man." With that she strode off and Todd had to run to catch up to her. Mother's Nasty Boy Ch. 05 Thank you for all the response to the last story. Very encouraging. Hope you like this one. As soon as Todd opened the door he heard his mother call out, "Todd, come here!" She was sitting in the living room on her antique chair, and sitting across from her on the long couch was a woman Todd didn't recognize. She was pretty though, maybe in her late thirties like his mother. She had round cheeks and with dimples that appeared with her lovely smile. Her smile made Todd smile in turn. Somehow she gave him the feeling they were both smiling about a naughty secret. She was full figured almost a little plump. She had large breasts and a cut down top that revealed a remarkable cleavage. She was wearing a black and white checkered dress, cinched in at the waist with a shiny white belt. "This is Desiree," said Todd's mother. "I want you to be on your best behavior." Todd blushed. His mother seemed to forget he was eighteen. It was embarrassing having her say stuff like that in front of a stranger. But Desiree smiled at him and the look in her blue eyes told him that she understood. She must have a mother like his, Todd thought. "I've been telling Desiree, about your problem," his mother said, clearly impatient that he was spending so much time looking at Desiree's cleavage. Todd turned to his mother in confusion. "Problem?" "You know," snapped his mother, "about your masturbation." Todd felt like he had been slapped in the face. He turned back to Desiree burning in shame. His heart was pounding. How could his mother say that in front of this beautiful woman? But Desiree patted the part of the couch beside her. "It's okay," she said. "I'm a professional. Now come and sit beside me. I want to talk to you." Todd sat down on the edge of the couch. He realized he was trembling, but try as he might he couldn't stop the tremors from running up and down his arms and legs. He tried to relax but his heart was racing. Desiree put a hand on his back. Todd felt her hand rubbing his back. It was soothing, but it didn't reduce his feeling of anxiety. "It's okay," she said, "try and relax. I know this is difficult. But I'm used to this. I do it all the time?" Todd turned and stared at her, "you do?" "Of course," she said, "I told you I'm a professional." "You talk to guys about...about...you know." She smiled, "you mean masturbation?" Todd nodded. Her laugh sounded like tinkling bells. "Of course. That's part of my job." Todd couldn't help but ask. "What is your job, exactly?" His mother's voice was sharp, "Desiree is because you are touching yourself all the time, and I won't have you doing such disgusting things in my house." Desiree smiled at Todd. He could see the softness of her pouty lips. Desiree said to his mother, "I understand totally," "He does it all the time," said Todd's mother shaking her head in a combination of amazement and disgust. Desiree nodded sympathetically. "Now from what you told me you have resorted to jacking him off." Todd's mother nodded. "Better that than having him doing what he calls 'beating his meat.'" Desiree looked Todd right in the eyes. Her voice was calm, understanding. "You see Todd your mother doesn't like you jacking off. That's why she let's you use her vagina or her hands. But you've been taking too long." Todd was conscious of her perfume, a slight flowery scent mixed with a musky smell that made him want to bury his head in her lovely neck. "Too long?" he said. "Yes," she replied. "Your mother has told me that she would prefer it if you would come faster. You know, get your rocks off quicker." Todd realized his cock was rock hard. "Okay," he said, not sure of how to react. Desiree giggled. "I'm here to show your mother how to get you off quicker. I am a registered sexologist, and I specialize in showing mothers how to get their sons off quickly." "How do you do that?" His mother interrupted. "She knows how dirty boys like you think and react." Desiree shook her head. "Actually it's not that easy. Each boy is unique and requires custom treatment." She reached out and stroked Todd's cheek. "I figure out what turns you on, and show your mother how to do it properly. It's what we call the workshop approach." "Have you worked with many boys?" Todd's mother asked. "Hundreds, and before I did my degree I was a whore." "For how long," said Todd's mother. Desiree smiled. "Oh, maybe five years. I can't count the number of men I've sucked or fucked." Todd looked at her glossy pink lips and thought of her blowing him. Maybe he would get to shoot his come into her mouth. He bet himself she would be good at swallowing it, unless she was going to do a spit ball. "Did you like being a whore?" Todd asked. "Todd!" said his mother. "That's not a polite word to use with company." Desiree laughed. "That's okay. Yes, I liked what I did. I was a slut. Or if you like a hooker, or a prostitute." Todd's mother came and sat down on the other side of Todd. "Sit back," she said. "Stop perching on the edge of the couch. Desiree will think you a rude boy." Todd slid back. Desiree watched him with those bold eyes, thrusting her breasts towards him. He was getting hot. His mother said, "You're experience sounds excellent. You understand, I can't have him keeping me awake all night, jigging around as he jacks off." "Okay," said Desiree. "Let's get down to specifics. How many times a night does he jack off?" Desiree reached down to her purse and took out a palm pilot. "Judging from the stains on the sheets, when he's by himself he does it three or four times." Desiree smiled at Todd. "Is that about right?" Todd nodded. "I guess," he said. "Unless I get my hands on some really good porn. If I have a good video I might go five or six." "That's disgusting," said his mother shaking her head. Desiree laughed. "Of course it is," she said, "that's what makes it so exciting." She scratched at the palm pilot with her stylus. "Okay. Now what about the day time." "You mean how many times?" "Could you break it down to in the bathroom and outside?" "Sure. About three in the bathroom. And sometimes outside." "And what about sex with girls?" "Ah. I don't do much." Desiree arched her carefully plucked eyebrows. "I'm surprised. A good looking boy like you." Todd blushed again. "I've only touched a few girls. You know like their breasts. Once I touched a girl's cunt, but only through the panties." "Did they jack you off?" "One did. But she wasn't very good at it." Desiree nodded as if she totally understood. She made a few more entries into her palm pilot. "And what does your mother do about this condition?" "Ah. Well last night she let me come inside her." "You mean you squirted your cum into her vagina." "Yeah." "Did you do all the pumping when you were inside her?" "What do you mean?" "Well did she rub you with her hands and let you finish in her cunt, or did you fuck for more than a minute before ejaculation." Todds mother tutted in disgust. "He certainly fucked me. The little animal was making all sorts of grunting noises. He kissing me, grabbing my tits, and telling me to spread my legs wider." "I see," said Desiree sucking the end of her stylus. She tapped it lightly on her pearly white teeth. "Have you thought of giving him hand jobs?" "Of course," his mother said. "I started doing that. I was using latex gloves and baby oil. I thought it would be less disgusting that way. But late at night I don't want to go and get all that ready." "You could have it beside the bed," Desiree said. Todd's mother nodded thoughtfully. "I suppose I could do that. I've already decided that he's going to sleep in my bed every night." "Have you thought about having him do it in your mouth?" "That's totally disgusting." "Of course. Many mothers are reluctant, but it is convenient. When you swallow his cum there isn't any mess on the sheets. I find if you hold the balls up and suck the tip in deep, when he shoots you can hold the whole load in your mouth and swallow it. Even if it takes several swallows." "Hmmm." Todd's mother nodded again. "I can see that working." Desiree smiled in agreement. She put the stylus back in it's holder on the palm pilot and reaching down put it back in her handbag. "Well then," she said to Todd, "let's take a look." Todd said, "a look?" Desiree reached out and stroked his cock through his jeans. "Pull down your pants and we'll take a look at the source of the problem." Todd cock was throbbing and he hoped that Desiree might take care of him. Just in a professional way, of course. He unzipped his fly, undid the button, and wriggled his pant's down over his hips. He kicked them off. "You'll pick that up after," his Mother warned. "Yes mummy," he said, suddenly feeling small again. Desiree reached down and stroked the hard shift of his dick through his underwear. The tip was poking up over the elastic waist band of his underpants. There was a clear drop of liquid glistening at the top. "That is quite big." Desiree said and she trailed her long fingers up the throbbing shaft of his cock and delicately scooped the drop at the end. She conveyed it to her mouth, careful not to let it drip onto the couch, and deftly flicked it between her lips. "Mmm," she said as she swallowed. "I love the taste of pre cum. That's one reason I'm addicted to sucking cock." Todd felt the strain in his cock. If it got any harder it was going to burst. "Do you like sucking cock?" he asked. She looked at him in surprise. "Blowing guys wasn't just a job it was a vocation." She leaned closer to him a wicked look on her face. "You're a little mother fucker aren't you?" "I..." Her smiled widened and she reached down and put two fingers on either side of Todd's cock tip. "Did you come in your mother's vagina last night?" Todd felt her fingers increase in pressure. He desperately wanted her to move them up and down. "Yes," he said, starting to writhe in frustration, "I fucked her." "Between her spread legs? Did she spread her legs for you and let you into her hairy pussy?" Desiree's fingers started to move up and down in a light jacking motion. Todd's mother leaned closer taking a good look at his cock. "I told you he's a dirty little bastard. He shoved his dick into me and then said dirty words to me. To his own mother." Todd could see her cleavage, and the sheerness of her blouse made the darkness of her nipples show through. Desiree had a shocked tone to her voice, but she was smiling. "Did you? Did you say dirty words to your mother while you stuck your little prick in her?" "Yes," said Todd squirming against her fingers, trying to increase the pressure and speed. "Don't be a naughty boy," Desiree said, "stop moving or I'll stop rubbing." Todd's mother was full of scorn. "I told you he was a filthy animal. Full of bestial lust, like all men." She leaned down to get a closer look at Desiree's fingers as they stroked Todd's cock. "You see how he's twitching when you do that. That just shows he's a filthy little fucker." Desiree nodded. "He is. I know he's probably thinking of having his cock sucked." Todd couldn't help giving a shudder. The sudden thought of Desiree's mouth on his cock was like an electric current through his cock. Then he had an image of his mother licking his balls at the same time. Todd's Mother snorted. "He certainly is. I can tell it. When he was fucking me last night, he was thinking about it. It's disgusting." Desiree grinned, "It certainly is." Todd willed himself to be still. Desiree increased slightly the pressure and speed and he had to grit his teeth to stop from moving. He wanted to grab Desiree's tits and shove his cock between them. As if reading his mind, Desiree said, "you'd like to touch my tits, wouldn't you?" "Yes," Todd gasped. He was beyond lying. He started to reach out his hand. Desiree grabbed it and guided it her left breast and rubbed it around the large tit. "Oh god," she said, "I love a man's hands on my tits. Makes me hungry for cum." Todd started to thrust a bit, hoping Desiree wouldn't notice. Her smiled widened but she didn't stop rubbing him. Desiree said to Todd's mother, "I can see that he responds to certain stimus. Dirty words turn him on. He likes to think and talk about mother fucking. He also seems to have a thing about cock-sucking." She took her fingers off Todd's cock and stood up. "I think we need to have a more clinical setting." His mother stood up also, "I've prepare his room. Seeing he's sleeping in my bed now, I thought it was the best place." Todd walked behind his mother. Conscious of his erection pointing upward, held there by the elastic of his underpants. Behind him was Desiree. They stopped in front of the door to his room. Desiree bumped into him from behind. Todd felt her breasts push against his back. Desiree giggled and held them there just the bit longer. Todd's mother opened the door and walked in. Todd was amazed. Since he had been out his whole room had been changed. Instead of his bed there was the kind of bed you find in a doctor's examination room. It had shiny steel sides and a black padded vinyl top. There was a large circular light fixture hanging over the table, casting a bright circle of light on the black vinyl. Against the wall where his bookcase used to be was a high pale green cupboard with a built in counter. It was just like one he had seen in doctor's offices. It had drawers of all sizes below the counter and on the hutch above. His mother went to the table and pulled a long stretch of wide white paper across the top. "Take your clothes off and get up on this," she said. Todd pulled off his underwear, conscious of both his mother and Desiree watching him carefully as he eased it over his erection. He quickly stripped his shirt off and then hopped around one leg and then the other as he pulled off his stocks. At each hop is cock waved in the air, up and down, back and forth. He climbed up on the paper, feeling it crinkly under him. It felt strange but he managed to get straight without tearing it or bunching it up. He lay there with his legs pressed together. His cock was standing up, angled slightly to the left. "Stay there," his mother commanded and to Todd's surprise his mother and Desiree left the room. Desiree last, with a saucy wiggle of her bum and looking back with a mischievous smile. Todd lay there. Without thinking he reached down and started to play with his prick. He always did when he was just lying in bed. Not like jacking off, just rubbing it softly to keep it soothed. Sometimes, of course, he got thinking about something really dirty. Like spraying cum over his mother's face or ordering her to be his cum slut and suck him off. The thought of that started his cock twitching and he started to rub for real. The door opened and his mother said, "Look at that. What did I tell you he's a depraved and disgusting animal." She crossed herself, raising her eyebrows to the ceiling and muttering a prayer. Todd opened his eyes and froze in mid-stroke. His mother was wearing a nurse's uniform, complete with the white stocking and white shoes. Behind her Desiree was dressed as a candy-stripe. She had his pink striped uniform with a skirt that only came half way down her thighs. Both she and his mother were showing an incredible amount of cleavage, any more and they would fall right out of the uniforms. Desiree giggled. "Well he doesn't waste any time does he." They came in and stood on either side of the table looking down at Todd. His mother to his left, Desiree to his right. Desiree ran a finger between Todd's nipples down his stomach to his navel. Then she ran it down to the base of his erection. She said, "we're going to have to take some measurements?" Todd looked up at her. It was hard to see her face around the jut of her large breasts. She smiled and lent more towards him. "Do you mean the length of my cock?" he asked. Desiree tapped his cock playfully making it swing back and forth. Todd's mother just frowned watching the exchange. Desiree said, "Of course not silly. I mean the amount of cum you can shoot, and how often." "How do you measure that?" Todd asked wanting to grab Desiree's tits. He turned away in case he actually did, but all he saw them were his mother massive jugs. He wanted to bury his head in them and say dirty things to her in the worst way. He closed his eyes to try and keep control. "Open your eyes," snapped his mother. Todd flicked them open and stared at her. She had that angry look on her face. "You're going to pump come do you understand you filthy little boy." "Yes mummy," Todd said. He felt small again and wanted to cringe. He needed his mummy to jack him off to make him feel better. Then he thought about what Desiree had said about liking to suck cock. That will do nicely he thought. He's like to pump his come into that hot bitches mouth. It made him feel good to think about calling her a hot bitch. Desiree went down to the foot of the table and pressed a button. He almost cried out when the table between his legs split in two. Each leg was carried away as the two parts rotated away and Todd's legs were spread apart. The gap between his legs allowed Desiree to stand between them, she pressed close, and Todd could feel the heat of her body as her stomach pushed close to his cock. His mother went over to the cabinet and put on a pair of rubber surgical gloves snapping the rubber on her wrists in a professional manner. She came back and replaced Desiree between Todd's legs. Desiree went over to the cabinet and came back with a tube of lubricant. Todd's mother held her hands out over Todd's stomach and Desiree squeezed a healthy circle of transparent lubricant. Todd's mother rubbed her gloved hands together to smear the lubricant liberally over her hands. She held her hands up ready. Desiree came close to Todd's cock and taking it in her fingers she delicately put a condom on the top. "This is the best way to get one on," she said and she bent down and sucked Todd's cock into her mouth with the condom. She slurped on it noisily getting spit all over and then she took her hands and pulled the slick condom down. She slurped some more on the condom covered head and Todd arched in pleasure. She was a real pro. He couldn't wait until she sucked his cum into her cute little mouth. "You like that don't you?" she said taking his hand and pushing it against the tight skirt just where her cunt was. Desiree moved close to Todd's head her breasts close to his mouth. "Now your mother's going to jack you off. You'll come in the condom and then I'll weigh it." She leaned a little closer. "Then I'm going to eat it. No sense in wasting it, is there?" She nodded to Todd's mother. His mother reached down with both hands and wrapped them around his cock. She started to rub his cock up and down. Her fingers were tight on his cock and felt good. Todd started thrusting back. "Are you going to come for your mother," Desiree asked as she opened her top and showed Todd her breasts confined in a lacy bra. She reached into the middle and undid a clasp. Her breasts popped out. Todd reached and grabbed them. They were so soft and round. "That's it," she said holding his hands to her breasts. "Feel my breasts while you're mother rubs your cock." "Oh, yeah." Todd gasped and he pulled Desiree close so he could suck on her breasts. "Make sure when you come up his cock you squeeze a bit just before the head and then force the flare of his cock tip through them so it pops out the other side," Desiree said to Todd's mother who was working his cock fast and hard. She pulled her breasts away from Todd and her left one came out of his mouth with a pop.