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Punishing The Unruly Son Ch. 01

By: RandomAuthor



It was the third time in the last two weeks I'd found Mom crying alone in the house. This time, she was standing in front of the washing machine, silently weeping to herself, wiping her eyes as she placed towels and washcloths into the washer. She didn't hear me behind her, but as I watched, she finally broke down into a full cry as she closed the lid of the washer and turned around to see me standing there.

"What happened this time?" I asked. Although I didn't have to ask, I knew my little brother, Bobby, probably had something to do with her tears.

"Your brother took my car keys again, Sandra." Mom said, wiping her eyes. "He just took them..... right out of my purse without asking me..... and walked out. He said something about meeting some of his friends."

Bobby had done stuff like this before. His increasingly bad behavior toward Mom and me was something we'd tried to talk to him about numerous times, but, it never did any good. Ever since Dad died, Bobby had been on a downhill slide -- skipping school, lying, stealing money from Mom's purse and mine, too. Mom and I knew Dad's death was rough on Bobby -- it was rough on all of us, but Dad's passing seemed to affect Bobby in a way none of us understood. He turned into an inconsiderate, mean kid, harboring some kind of resentment and bitterness toward our mother, and it eventually spilled over to me, too.

It was a shame, because Bobby had always been such a loving child toward Mom. He used to cuddle with her when it was cold in the morning, and fall asleep with his head in her lap when we watched TV. He was her little buddy, and he was initially so protective of her when Dad suddenly died. But then, something happened and he started being cruel and mean, and no one could figure out why. 

So, when I graduated from college last May, Mom asked me in desperation to move back home, at least for a while, thinking my presence might help us get back to being a family and getting my little brother straightened out.

It was wishful thinking, I realize that now, but I tried. I tried to do things with him, tried to talk to him, even tried to get him to go to family counseling with Mom and me, but, he wouldn't even discuss it. He just assumed he was the man of the house now and he could do whatever he wanted to do, regardless of how it impacted us, or, who it hurt. Bobby had turned into an insensitive, disrespectful, eighteen year old punk with a potty mouth who saw both Mom and me as his personal servants.

That night after dinner, Mom and I sat out in the living room and talked. I told her I was fed up with his bullying and his attitude. I warned her that I'd call the police the next time he took something out of my purse or out of my room, but, Mom begged me not to.

"He'll grow out of it." Mom said. "He just needs some time. He's rebelling against the world for taking his father from him, that's all."

About that time, we heard a crash coming from the garage and Mom and I both ran out there. I was completely livid to find my brother slumped over behind the wheel of Mom's car and the front of her car smashed into the back of my car.

Bobby smelled like alcohol, and when we shook him to see if he was okay, he finally opened his eyes, pushed us away and stumbled out of the car. Mom tried to look at him to see if he was hurt, but, he shoved her away and told her not to touch him. Mom and I both stood there shocked as we watched him stagger into the house and turn toward his room.

Mom and I spent the next hour backing her car down the driveway and checking over the damage on both our cars. The damage wasn't really that bad -- mostly the plastic pieces at the front of her car and scratches on my back bumper. But, I was still furious and almost called the police, but, Mom talked me out of it, promising me she'd take steps to end his behavior and assuring me my car would get repaired right away.

I went to sleep angry that night and I woke up in a bad mood the next morning. After having a quick shower, I found Mom in the kitchen making breakfast -- the whole house filled with the aroma of coffee and bacon. She was in a remarkably good mood, smiling and singing along with a song on her favorite classic rock radio station when she saw me.

"How come you're in such a good mood?" I asked. "Did your car repair itself last night while we were sleeping?"

"No." Mom said. "Better than that. I made a decision about your brother...... uh.... what to do about him, I mean."

"Really?" I answered. "Are you going to call the police? He was obviously drunk last night, Mom, and he's underage. Maybe some time in jail is exactly what he needs."

"Sandra," Mom said, turning to look at me, "calling the police and sending your little brother to jail isn't the answer and it's not going to fix anything. The problem is that he doesn't respect us..... and he doesn't have any male influence to correct him or set an example."

"So?" I said. "And you think you know how to change all that?"

"I think so." Mom said, leaning against the kitchen counter. "I know one thing for sure; I don't have the strength to fight with him anymore. I know this is all happening because your father isn't here, so I'm going to try one last thing and if it doesn't work, he'll just have to move out and do the best he can on his own."

I saw tears build up in Mom's eyes as she told me this. I knew it was hard for her to say those words, and, she must have had a tough time arriving at this decision. And believe me, I knew she'd walk across a bed of hot coals for him, so to hear her say he might have to move out, I knew this was serious. 

"Sandra," Mom said, looking up at me, "go knock on your brother's door one time and tell him breakfast is ready. Tell him I'll dump his plate in the trash in five minutes if he's not at the table."

Stunned to hear her finally begin to take a stand against Bobby's behavior, I happily walked down the hall and knocked once on Bobby's door. When he didn't say anything, I spoke up, saying through his door, "Bobby, your breakfast is on the table. If you're not there in five minutes, we're throwing it in the trash."

Smiling to myself as I retuned to the kitchen, I helped Mom pour us all some orange juice and set out the silverware and some napkins. When the table was ready, Mom and I sat down and we started to eat. Mom kept glancing up at the clock on the stove, telling me she wasn't kidding - she was really going to dump his plate in the trash if Bobby didn't join us before the five minutes was up. Judging by the look on her face, I believe she would have done it.

But, Bobby finally came into the kitchen, rubbing his eyes, wearing a pair of shorts and a t-shirt that smelled like it had been soaked in beer. He sat down without even looking at either Mom or me and started shoveling food into his mouth. Smacking his lips and using both hands to feed his face, I bit my tongue as my pig little brother ate his breakfast.

"Bobby," Mom said, setting her napkin down in her lap and looking over at him, "I've got an envelope of money to give you."

Mom's comment immediately caused Bobby's eyes to pop open and he looked up at her. I was even more surprised, feeling like she'd mislead me about her resolve to do something about my little brother's attitude, and I started to get a little mad. Looking over at my mother angrily, she disregarded my stare and spoke to Bobby again.

"After you're done with your breakfast, you get yourself cleaned up, have a shower, put some clean clothes on and then we'll talk." Mom said to him. "When we're done, you can have the money."

Bobby didn't say anything, but, once he heard Mom was going to give him an envelope of money, he started gulping his food down twice as fast. About two minutes later, he stood up from the table, picked up his glass of orange juice and left the kitchen without even saying one word -- not a word of thanks to Mom for making him breakfast.... not even a question about the envelope of money.

After he left, I gave Mom a scathing look and asked her what she was doing. "Don't worry about it, Sandra." Mom answered. "You have to trust me on this, and I'm going to need your help to pull this off. Right now, what I need you to do is go along with everything I say. Alright?" 

"I sure hope you know what you're doing." I said, taking a sip of my coffee. "Do you really have an envelope of money for him?"

"Uh huh." Mom answered as she got up to start clearing the dishes from the table. "A thousand dollars in cash. But, Sandra," Mom said, "right now, I want you to go hide your purse and your credit cards in case this back fires on me. Then, I want you here with me when I talk to your brother."

I heard the shower turn on and Mom and I looked at each other. "I bet this is going to be the quickest shower in history." She said to me. "You better hurry and hide your stuff and get back here before he's done."

I did what Mom suggested, taking my purse, keys and check book out of my room and placing it all inside one of Dad's old army boxes in the garage. Mom was right, Bobby's shower was over quickly and by the time I got back in the house and joined Mom in the kitchen, my little brother was pulling a clean t-shirt over his head and walking through the kitchen doorway.

Mom pointed to the kitchen table and told Bobby to sit down. When he did, Mom sat down across from him and gestured for me to sit down next to her. As soon as I was seated, she began to speak.

"It's obvious to me you're not happy living here." She said to Bobby. "I know it's been difficult since your father died, and I kept hoping things would change, but they haven't."

"Sweetheart," Mom added, "I feel like you don't appreciate anything I do for you. You never have anything nice to say to me, or your sister. You take our things without asking, and, quite honestly, the incident with the cars last night proved to me you need an opportunity to do some growing up."

"So," Mom continued after taking a breath, "I'm going to give you some money to help you get started on your own. It's not much..... a thousand dollars....... but, it might be enough for you to find an apartment with one of your friends. You'll have to find a job, but, you're out of high school now and it's time to be on your own."

"You're kicking me out?" Bobby barked. 

"Don't look at it that way." Mom answered. 

"I love you, son." Mom added. "But, I can't do this anymore. I can't keep waking up each day wondering what you're going to do that day. You're welcome to move back once you've been on your own for a while and proven to me you can act in a civilized manner and behave yourself."

Bobby sat there staring at Mom as she spoke. He looked at me and I sat back in my chair, crossing my arms over my chest and didn't say a word. Inside, I was jumping with joy at Mom's new assertiveness, and it was extremely amusing to see my little brother finally getting what he deserved.

"You're actually kicking me out?" Bobby said. "Your own son.....you're kicking your own son out of the house?"

"Bobby," Mom replied, "you can't blame me, can you? After the way you've treated me? After the way you've treated your sister? You're obviously not happy here..... you treat us like we're in your way and I just thought you'd be happier elsewhere."

There was a long period of silence between us. Bobby shifted in his chair several times, looking up at Mom, then over at me, and back to Mom.

"There is another way." Mom said, casually. "I'm sure you would think it was cruel and completely unfair. But, it's either that or moving out, and I need an answer right now...... while you're sitting here."

I could see the look of despair that washed over my little brother's face and I took great pleasure in chuckling to myself at his dilemma. Still, though, I wondered what this mysterious other choice would be.

"What's the other way?" Bobby asked. 

"Punishment." Mom answered, calmly. "It would last a week..... seven full days."

"What kind of punishment?" He asked. Bobby's tone of voice had changed dramatically and I could tell he was worried about the graveness of his situation. 

"I'll discuss that later after you've made you're decision." Mom said, coolly. "But, you should know that if your behavior hasn't completely changed at the end of that seven days, and stay changed forever, you're still going to have to move out."

Bobby's face went blank and he started to say something, but then he stopped. Finally, he looked up at Mom and said, "Look, I'm sorry. For the car.... and the way I've been mouthy. Can't you give me another chance? I promise I'll get a job and pay for the car repairs."

"I'm afraid there's no more chances, Sweetheart." Mom said, quietly. "Too much has happened..... you've said, and done, too many hurtful things for me to just trust you that you're going to change. You either have to accept the punishment or move out. It's as simple as that."

Mom reached her hand over the table and grasped his hand. "I love you, Bobby. I really do, but this is for your own good..... and for my sanity. You need to make the decision, and you need to make it now."

"Can't you tell me what this punishment would be?" Bobby asked.

"Honestly," Mom replied, "I'm surprised you'd even ask me that with the way you've acted over the last two years. If you want to stay in this house, you'll have to accept the punishment and comply with my terms, or, take the money and move out."

"I warn you, though." Mom added. "I'm completely serious about what I said before. This punishment is going to seem harsh, and I can guarantee you're not going to like it. If you decide right now to move, you've got one thousand dollars to get yourself going and on your feet. If you decide to take the punishment and then back out, or fail to complete the punishment, I'll reduce the money to five hundred and you'll be asked to leave with that. And," Mom continued, "if you finish the punishment period and your behavior doesn't stay changed, you'll get nothing and still have to move out."

So, there it was -- all condensed into a nice, easy to understand summary for Bobby's feeble mind to consider. He was eighteen now and out of school. She wasn't leaving him completely high and dry without any options. He could leave now and take all the money, or accept the punishment and make the best of it.

"It's not fair that you won't tell me what the punishment is." Bobby said, raising his voice a little.

"Watch your tone with me, young man." Mom said, briskly. "I've said everything I'm going to say. The punishment is just that -- punishment. It's not meant to be fun, and as punishment goes, I give you my word you this will be the something you'll never forget. That's all you need to know."

"And, frankly," Mom said in an urgent tone, "you know very well the way you've treated your sister and me, and if you're going to be punished for two years of bad behavior, that ought to give you an idea what's in store for you."

"But," Mom said, calmly, "if you complete your punishment cheerfully without arguing and without causing us any grief, all will be forgotten and forgiven. We'll go back to being a family like we were before your father died, and you're welcome to stay as long as there's harmony in this house."

"So, you won't tell me anything about this punishment you're talking about?" Bobby asked.

"I can tell you this," Mom answered, "you're my son, I love you and I'd never hurt you. But, your ego is going to be bruised and you're probably going to be embarrassed, humiliated and hopefully, you'll be ashamed of yourself and your actions. Maybe it will be enough to teach you a lesson.... at least that's what I'm hoping for."

"But, don't underestimate my resolve to make this uncomfortable and significant, Sweetheart." Mom said sternly to Bobby. "And, don't think I'm exaggerating about what you're going to go through. If you want to be part of this family and keep living under this roof, this is what you have to do. You have to pay your penance as proof to me that you're sorry and you can change." 

"Okay, I get the fact you said this isn't going to be fun for me." Bobby said. "Where does she fit into all this?" Bobby asked, pointing to me.

"Your sister is part of this family and you've been disrespectful and hurtful to her, too." Mom replied. "She'll play a part in your punishment, that's all you need to know."

We sat there together and Bobby re-asked all of his questions two or three more times and Mom gave him the same answers each time -- nothing more and nothing less. We'd been sitting there at the kitchen table for thirty minutes when Mom finally stood up and slapped her hands down on the table and looked at him angrily. 

"Enough." Mom said, loudly. "I'm going to take a shower. You're going to sit here and think about this until I come back, and then I want your answer."

With that, Mom walked out of the kitchen and left my brother and me sitting there. I looked at him and he looked back at me. "I can't believe she's doing this." He said.

"You know," I answered, "you're an inconsiderate prick, Bobby. You don't realize the agony you've put her through, do you? She cries all the time thanks to your sorry ass. Her life is a total shit hole because of all the pain you cause her. Why don't you do us both a favor and just take the money and get out."

I stood up and left, leaving my little brother sitting there by himself. Personally, I didn't know what he was going to decide, but as far as I was concerned, I hoped he was going to take the money and move out. Despite what Mom thought, I didn't think there was any way he'd ever change, and I wasn't about to give him the benefit of the doubt. Not anymore.

I went up to my room, closed my door and sat on my bed to think. After a while, Mom knocked and asked if she could come in. Seeing me sitting there, she sat down on the bed and looked at me. "If he takes the punishment," Mom said, "I'm going to need your help, and that means you're going to have to do some things that might be uncomfortable for you to do. But, if we succeed, it will be worth it, and your little brother will become someone you and I will both be proud of."

"Are you going to tell me what the punishment entails?" I asked her.

"No." She said, shaking her head. "Not until he makes his decision, then I'll discuss it with you alone, and then we'll both fill him in, together. He has to see you and I are united in this, or he'll try to find a way to weasel out of it. Trust me on that."

Mom and I talked for a few more minutes and then she took me downstairs to the kitchen to talk to Bobby. He was still sitting there.... all alone, in the same place he was when Mom and I left. When he saw us, he looked up at Mom and it looked like he'd been crying. His eyes were red and they looked watery.

When Mom and I sat down, she looked over at me, then at him and simply asked if he'd made his decision. He tried to apologize for what he'd done and begged her to give him one more chance, but, Mom wasn't buying it. In a way, I felt sorry for my little brother -- I could see the fear and anguish in his face, and I knew he was petrified about his fate.

"All I need to know," Mom said, interrupting him, "is if you want the punishment or the money so you can move out. That's all. Just answer me."

"If I take the punishment then you guys will completely forgive and forget?" He asked, a lone tear running down the side of his face.

"That's correct." Mom answered. "But you have to complete the punishment, obey us and be one hundred percent compliant with the terms of the punishment. And," Mom added, "you have to permanently change your ways. Then yes, we'll forgive and forget everything."

"Okay." Bobby said, as his eyes began to tear up. "I'll take the punishment."


Punishing The Unruly Son Ch. 01



Mom stood up and walked to the kitchen counter and picked up an envelope that was lying there. She walked back over to the table, stood next to Bobby and pulled out ten, one hundred dollar bills from the envelope while both Bobby and I watched. She tossed them down on the table and looked at Bobby, saying, "I'll give this to you right now if you just want to leave. You're welcome to visit as long as you call ahead of time."

"No." Bobby muttered as he sniffled. "I don't want the money. I'll take the punishment."

"You're sure?" Mom asked him. "You realize this might be the most difficult thing you've ever done? You're willing to make amends?"

"Yes." Bobby answered, wiping the tears from both sides of his face now.

"Alright." Mom said. "I accept your decision and I honestly hope you will be a changed young man when the seven days are over."

"I need to talk to your sister for a while," Mom added, "and while I do, I want you to get a screwdriver and a hammer and take the door off your bedroom and the hall bathroom, just like you and Dad did when you painted the rooms a few years back. Put the doors neatly in the garage against the far wall and then come tell me when you're done."

Bobby started to say something, but, Mom shook her finger at him saying, "No talking. No arguing. When I speak, you say 'Yes' and do it. Now, go do what I asked, please."

Mom glanced at me and asked me to come with her, and together we went up to her room and she closed the door so we could talk in private. Sitting on her bed, she took a deep breath and let it out as she looked at me. "Well, we're committed now." Mom sighed.

"Okay," Mom said, "I guess I better tell you a little family story before we go any further."

"Once upon a time," Mom began, "my older brother..... your Uncle James, was pretty much out of control. My parents tried everything they could think of to correct his behavior, but, nothing worked. Finally, out of desperation, my Grandmother...... your Great Grandma Katherine, suggested my mother try using Petticoat Punishment, or, Pinnaforing on my brother."

Mom explained that Petticoating, or, Pinnaforing, was a method of punishing unruly boys that was used decades ago. While some considered it emotionally cruel, Grandma Katherine swore by it, and after some discussion, convinced Mom's mother to try it out on my Uncle James. 

This type of punishment had many variations and varieties, but, mainly called for these unruly boys to be temporarily stripped of their masculinity by dressing them in girl's clothing for a period of time. The end result was that the boy's embarrassment and humiliation was so great, the threat of being punished like that again was usually enough to keep them in line, and the memory of the experience was never forgotten by the boy. 

Mom explained that some forms of this kind of punishment also included variations like confessional spankings and forced nudity. "I know some of this might sound extreme," Mom explained, "but, I can attest to the fact that your Uncle James' behavior changed, and my mother would tell you today it's all because of the way he was punished."

Mom told me she did some internet searches on her computer last night and found plenty of web sites that extolled the benefits of punishing boys and young men in this manner, along with many stories and actual testimonials of success. She said she ran across a web site that provided easy to understand instructions on how to do it, and they provided lists of embarrassing and humiliating things that could be done to the boy being punished. 

"He's going to lose all his privileges, rights and privacy." Mom told me. Then, taking another deep breath, she told me he'd immediately be deprived of his clothing. "He'll only be allowed to wear bras and panties when we allow him to wear anything at all."

My face must have gone white, because she reached out and shook my arm to get me to pay attention to her. "Don't worry, if we go out, or, if someone comes over, we'll give him some of his clothes to put on, but other than that, he'll either be naked or dressed in a bra and a pair of panties."

She told me she found a very interesting write up at one of the punishment websites that gave comprehensive information on how to incorporate confessional spankings into a punishment for a teenage male. When I told her I didn't have any idea what a confessional spanking was, she explained it to me. 

"Apparently," Mom said, "confessional spankings are used in cases where the person being punished has a lengthy list of known wrong doings for which they are about to be spanked. They're given a chance to confess their yet undiscovered offences, and, for each confession, the severity of the original spanking is reduced."

She explained that in the case she read, in order to receive the reduced spanking and amnesty for the confessed offences, the person being spanked had to submit to an act of humiliation as part of the spanking. For the young man in this case, he was spanked naked in front of his family, and, his anus was fingered by the person delivering the spanking, as well as everyone who was in attendance.

"In other words," Mom said, "this kid got a less severe spanking than he would have originally gotten because he voluntarily admitted his additional offences. The thing is, he had to let everyone finger his butt before he was granted amnesty for those new offences."

"I guess that's better than being spanked again, or, getting a worse spanking." I replied. 

"Oh, yeah," Mom said, "I fully agree with you. But, being fingered up the bum is one of the most humiliating things that could ever happen to a teenage young man, Sandra."

"Anyway," Mom said, "I'm considering spanking your brother as part of his punishment, and I'm leaning heavily toward offering him a chance to admit things we don't know about, and receive amnesty for them, and a lighter spanking."

"So, does that mean we'd be fingering his butt?" I asked.

"Precisely." Mom answered. "But, it doesn't stop there." 

"Since he's going to be naked," Mom added, "he's going to be getting erections in front of us. At his age that's pretty much a given, and I've got a plan for that. But, Sandra, you need to be prepared to see your brother naked, and with an erection, and deal with it based on the rules I set."

We talked for thirty minutes while Bobby struggled with the two doors. Mom kept telling me I'd have to be mature about Bobby's situation, and if I wanted to see my little brother return to his previous sweet self, I had to act like an adult and work with her to make sure Bobby followed the rules and experienced the full benefit of his punishment.

"We're all adults here." Mom told me. "Let's try to act that way. If he follows through and does his part, we'll let him off the hook and he can have his second chance. If he doesn't play along, he'll move out and discover on his own how tough it is out there, and he'll learn his lesson that way."

Before I could ask any questions, Bobby knocked on Mom's bedroom door and told us he was done removing the doors. Mom got up to check what he'd done, leaving me sitting there on her bed, totally shocked at what was about to occur at our house. It had been years since I saw my little brother naked...... since he was a little kid, but he was almost a man now, and I found myself getting excited about seeing him naked..... seeing his penis.

I wandered out into the hall as Mom was looking at the door ways. "Good job, Sweetheart." Mom told Bobby, patting him on the back. "Now, your sister and I need to go out for a while. While we're gone, your first task is to clean that pig sty you call your room, from top to bottom. When we get back, I expect it to be vacuumed, dusted, linens changed, everything off the floor and put away neatly. We'll be gone no more than three hours and it better look perfect when I see it again."

Bobby looked up at Mom and I could see he was about to say something smart-assed to her. "No discussion." Mom said abruptly. "You agreed to follow instructions, remember? You get your room done, and then I have a few more things for you to do. Later, we'll sit down together and I'll discuss the rules of your punishment. Now, get started before I change my mind and start packing your stuff up."

The expression on Bobby's face changed so quickly, I almost burst out in laughter. I was totally impressed with the way Mom got assertive with him, leaving him no options other than to do exactly what she told him to do. This was already a change -- a good one, and as Bobby disappeared into his room, Mom asked me if I could be ready to go out with her in fifteen minutes and I told her I could. 

When we were about to leave the house, Bobby had already dragged the vacuum up to his room and was feverously staring to clean. Mom told me we were going to the mall and asked me to drive. As we backed down the driveway, she pulled out her cell phone and called Mr. Hathaway, our neighbor down the street, and asked him if he could install a deadbolt lock at our house this afternoon. I only heard one side of the conversation, but, I gathered he told her it was an easy job and wouldn't even take an hour to do. She thanked him, said she'd call him when we got home, and thanked him for his help.

"We're going to lock his boy clothes up." Mom told me as she folded up her cell phone and put it in her purse. "We have to show him we're serious about what we say. We'll put the deadbolt on your Dad's old office door and we'll use that room to store his clothes. You and I will have the only keys."

"You're serious about all this?" I asked her. Mom nodded her head and said she was.

"And, he's really going to be naked, or wear bras and panties around us all the time?" I asked.

"That's not even the half of it." Mom said, turning to look at me while I drove. "One of us will be giving him baths each day, we'll be taking his temperature rectally and we'll monitor him in the bathroom, too."

"Sandra," Mom added, "It's like I said, he's losing all his privileges, rights and privacy. Wearing clothes of your own choosing is a privilege. During his punishment, we'll decide what he wears. Sometimes, we'll intentionally have him naked so he'll appreciate it when we let him wear his bras and panties."

"His bras and panties?" I gasped. "Bobby has his own bras and panties?"

"He will soon." Mom said, as she smiled broadly. "That's why we're going to the mall." 

I sat there in silence as I drove, still trying to soak in everything I was hearing. After a few minutes, I got brave and asked her a question that I couldn't put off any longer.

"Mom," I began, "what am I supposed to do when he's naked? Or, when he's got an erection, or even when he's in his bra and panties? Am I supposed to look away, or avoid looking at him?"

"Absolutely not!" Mom answered emphatically. "That would totally defeat the purpose of what we're doing."

Mom said I should make it completely obvious I was looking at him. In fact, she suggested I make him lewdly display himself to me several times a day. "We have to constantly reinforce his embarrassment and humiliation so he'll get the full benefit of his punishment."

"I'll have some rules about erections and masturbation." Mom added. "At his age, we have to take that into consideration and make it part of our plan. I'll fill you in on all that later, once I decide how tolerant I'm going to be about his erections, and, how much I'm going to let him masturbate."

As we pulled into the mall and parked, my mind was full of questions. It was also full of visions of my little brother running around the house naked, or dressed in frilly bras and panties. I have to admit, the idea of all this excited me tremendously. I was especially anxious to hear what Mom had planned on the masturbation topic. I'd seen a few of my boyfriends jerk themselves off, and it was something that captivated me each time I got the opportunity to see them do it. I wasn't sure how I'd feel watching my own brother stroke himself, but, if the moisture inside my own panties was any indication, I was going to be enjoying it immensely. 

Entering the mall, we immediately went down to the big department store and the sales guy helped Mom select a deadbolt for an interior door. We got two extra keys made and once we were done there, Mom handed me two hundred dollars and suggested we spilt up to buy bras and panties for my littler brother.

"One of the web sites I found last night recommended two sets of lingerie per day. That will give us twice the opportunity to reinforce his nudity, embarrassment and humiliation. So that's fourteen bras and fourteen panties. I'll get seven of each and you do the same." Mom said.

"Let's each get a mix of everyday panties and bras, and some fancy ones, too." Mom told me. "Just use your judgment and be sure to get at least a few things that are super frilly and very girly. As far as he'll be concerned, they'll be better than being naked, so he won't dare complain."

Mom had to think a minute about sizes for Bobby, but together, we decided on a 38B bra and medium panties. "Those should be close enough." Mom said. "If they aren't, we'll just bring him in with us, return what doesn't fit and make him try on the new ones."

I had to laugh. The thought of pulling Bobby by the hand into a lingerie store and making him try on bras and panties was just too funny to keep a straight face. Mom laughed, too, when I told her why I was laughing. Then all of a sudden, she stopped laughing -- as if she instantly felt some remorse for what she was doing. 

"It's okay Mom." I said, hugging her. "It's nice to be able to laugh again, though, isn't it? Can't you just see us in the dressing room with Bobby, measuring him for bras? The sales girl would be standing there with a tape measure trying to figure out his cup size and he'd be blushing profusely and turning all shades of red. Wouldn't that would be hilarious?"

Mom nodded her head and we both started laughing again -- standing right there in the middle of the mall with people walking all around us. I'm sure they didn't know we were laughing about dressing up my little brother in bras and panties, but it didn't matter. It was nice to see Mom with a smile on her face. In fact, she'd been in a good mood all day and I was extremely happy about that. 

We finally agreed to meet back at this same spot in a little more than an hour, and as I walked away I immediately began to think about the stores in the mall, and which ones sold lingerie. There was one store I liked to shop at -- I didn't usually buy my lingerie there because I thought their stuff was way too girly for me. But, for my little brother, I was sure it was be ideal place to start. Maybe they'd have something ultra feminine..... something see through.... maybe in shocking pink with a lot of girly ruffles.

And I was in luck. They had the perfect hot pink bra and panty set that was exactly what I was looking for, and it was on sale! The bra had mesh cups and little pink ruffles that ran around the piping. The panties were devilishly sheer in the front and back, and I got this image of Bobby wearing them while he had an erection and I almost soaked through my underpants thinking about making him model them for me.

I went to another store and found a three-pack of the cutest, white cotton bikini panties I'd ever seen -- just exactly like little girl panties, with puppies, kittens and stars all over them. At another store, I actually found real training bralettes -- just like a little girl would wear, in a girl's extra, extra large, and I bought three for Bobby -- a pink one, a white one and a yellow one. 

I couldn't resist getting him a set of microfiber boyshorts and a matching bra. As I shopped, I tried to pick out bras and panties that would match when he wore them together, or items that came as a set. I concentrated on light and pastel colors, thinking it would make him look more juvenile if I avoided colors like black and red.

On my way back to meet mother, I strolled into the VS store and looked around for the sluttiest pair of panties I could find. I came across this amazing mesh thong that was so tiny, I was sure it would never, ever hold a man's penis inside. I bought it.

Mom was late meeting me back at our spot, but, when I saw her walking toward me, she had a grin on her face that could only be described as huge. Even before she got close to me, she was already holding open her bags telling me I had to see what she bought.

Eagerly, she held the bags open for me and as I looked down into them, I realized Mom must have really enjoyed buying panties for Bobby. "You bought more than seven, didn't you?" I asked her, giggling.

"I couldn't help it." Mom blurted out, giggling back at me. "I saw so many things I thought would look so cute on him.... I just bought them all."

She showed me a little pink bikini that said "Bad Girl" on the front, and let me see some silky rumba panties she bought that were covered with teeny tiny ruffles all over them. She literally bought everything she liked, and when she said she told an innocent, young salesgirl at one of the stores she was shopping for her son, I laughed so hard my sides started to hurt and my eyes actually began to water. I swear, I don't remember Mom and me ever laughing so hard, and it was so much fun. 

As Mom hooked her arm under mine and pulled me toward the exit, I turned to her and said, "He's got better underwear than I do now. That's just wrong!"

We continued to laugh and make jokes until we got to the car. When I started the car up, I looked over at Mom and she had this sinister grin on her face and was holding up a pair of black lace crotchless panties. "It came with a matching peek-a-boo bra!" Mom howled. 

"For Bobby?" I asked.

She nodded her head and a pink blush spread over her face. Before I could stop myself, I said, "Mom, you're so wicked buying crotchless panties for your son."

"I know!" She said, giggling like a little girl. "But, I'll keep them hidden for now and only pull them out if he starts to put up a fuss."

"Oh, no you won't!" I exclaimed as I pulled out onto the main road. "You know very well you want to see him dressed in those, and I do, too, so don't you dare try hiding them."

This was probably the best therapy for Mom anyone could have ever prescribed. Admittedly, my panties were sopping wet by now over what we were doing, and I would have bet anything Mom's panties were drenched, too. Although I didn't have all the details yet about Bobby being naked in front of me, or having erections, or masturbating, I was extremely excited about the next seven days, and I began to wonder when I'd be able to see my little brother's cock.

Truthfully, big or small, the size of Bobby's cock didn't matter much to me. What really excited me, though, was the fact that I was going to see him naked.... a lot. If Mom was right, he was going to have plenty of erections, and as far as I was concerned -- any time I could see a guy naked, especially with a hard-on, that was perfectly fine with me and I vowed to myself that brother or not, I was going to enjoy the next seven days as much as possible. 

To be continued...



Punishing The Unruly Son Ch. 02



As we were driving home from the mall, Mom was the one that finally brought up the sensitive topic I was absolutely dying to get details on. 

"Sandra," Mom began, "I've been thinking about your little brother's erections and his masturbation needs while he's being punished. It's something we need to make decisions on - you and me together, before we sit down to talk to him this afternoon."

I nodded my head as I drove, simply saying, "Okay."

"I think we have to realize a few things." Mom continued. "A young man his age is going to get erections -- plenty of them. They're going to be spontaneous and they could end up being quite frequent. We can't just ignore them, and in fact, they'll probably end up being beneficial in the grand scheme of things."

Mom explained what she meant, telling me we should openly acknowledge his erections, suggesting the two of us, if possible, both make a point of looking at his erect penis when it happens. Her reasoning had to do with heightening his embarrassment and humiliation, especially if his hard-ons got to be prolonged or recurring. What she had in mind made my stomach flutter, and just as calmly as if she was talking about flowers in her flowerbed, she gave me her thoughts.

"When we see him with an erection," Mom said, "let's make sure we both say something so he'll know we've noticed it. I'm okay with us making innocent little remarks or comments about his condition, or his penis, as long as they aren't hurtful to him. But, if they last more than.... let's say ten minutes, then we'll have him come stand in front of us and display himself. If he's wearing panties, you or I will pull his panties down to his knees and we'll just look at him. Maybe that kind of direct attention will cause his erection to go down, and if it does, we'll praise him, pull his panties back up and go on with whatever we were doing."

"What if it doesn't go down?" I asked.

"I'm going to keep a supply of moist washcloths in the refrigerator, Sandra." Mom answered. "If his erection doesn't go down, we'll wrap his penis and testicles with a cold washcloth and I'm sure that will do the trick."

Without missing a beat, she told me as part of his punishment he wasn't going to be allowed to touch himself, so we'd have to apply the washcloth for him. Before I could even react to what she'd just said, she continued.

"Sandra, you and I will be touching him a lot, so just accept it now and don't get hung up on it. Don't forget, he's being deprived of all his privacy, rights and privileges, so in effect, we have every right to touch him anytime we want and for whatever reason we deem necessary."

As examples, Mom told me we'd be bathing him daily, and as part of that, we'd be touching his whole body, including his penis and testicles. We'd be holding his penis for him when he went to pee, and we'd be touching him even more intimately when we took his temperature rectally. She even went as far as to tell me we should both take liberties with him and touch him as thoroughly and as frequently as we wanted to, even if he had an erection.

"He's got to realize that he has no power over anything right now." She said. "The more we assert ourselves over him, even if it's embarrassing or humiliating, that's the quicker he'll learn his lesson."

"It's for his own good, Sandra." Mom told me. "The punishment will only be effective if we are firm and demonstrate to him that we are the ones making the decisions."

"Something else," Mom added, "I've made the decision to use masturbation as a reward. Boys his age can get the urge to masturbate three or four times a day -- that's not unheard of at all. And since he's not going to be able to touch himself, we'll have to do it for him."

"Mom!" I exclaimed. "Surely you're not serious?"

"Oh, I'm completely serious!" She replied quickly. "Your father wasn't the first and only man I ever had sex with. I'm quite sure I'm still able to give a satisfying handjob, and I'm assuming by now, you've learned to do it, too."

"Well, yeah." I groaned. "But, isn't that a little weird? Masturbating my own brother?"

"The whole thing is a little weird." Mom said with a little chuckle. "But, we have an excellent opportunity here to show him that respecting us and being nice to us will bring him praise and reward. For a young man his age, can you think of a better reward than a free handjob?"

Mom went further, explaining to me how one of us would go into his bedroom and masturbate him the first thing every morning. "I'm telling you, Sandra, we really have no choice. We'll have to do it." Mom explained. "When they first wake up, they always have an erection..... a really urgent one. And, they need to masturbate before they can pee."

Mom reasoned it out for me, saying we'd handle it right away every morning. We'd be gentle and soothing with him while we did it. We'd reinforce the fact that we would masturbate him again that night -- but only if he was good the whole day...... that's where the reward part of it came in. He'd have to learn that if he wanted relief at the end of the day, he'd have to be on his best behavior. 

"I guess I can foresee the possibility that he might do something to merit a reward through the middle of the day." Mom said, as we drove. "If that becomes necessary, let's try to make a big deal out of it..... you know, praise him for what he did and then reinforce the good behavior by giving him a really superb handjob..... maybe even use some lubricant. We should stretch it out and let him enjoy it for a while before we make him ejaculate. Ideally, we should both be there, maybe even take turns stroking him and touching him so he'll see we're both praising and rewarding him."

"But," Mom added with a serious tone, "if he's not good, or if he doesn't earn a reward, all he's going to get is his morning relief each day. That's it. We have to be together on this, Sandra. I don't care if we touch him, stroke him and play with him a hundred times each day and then leave him high and dry. I don't want him to enjoy the pleasures of an orgasm unless it's his freebie in the morning, or, if he earns it by good behavior."

She mentioned she'd read something on one of the web sites about making males clean up, or eat, their own semen after they ejaculated as an added point of humiliation. She wasn't sure if we should be doing that, but, she said she was open to it and asked my opinion.

"Honestly, Mom," I answered, "I'd personally never have any kind of relationship with a man who expected me to taste or swallow his sperm, but wouldn't do the same."

"Oh, I completely agree." Mom replied. "And, your father was really good about that -- he didn't have any hesitancy to kiss me or..... uh, you know, lick me down there after we had sex."

But, for a young man, Mom said we'd have to be careful because it could be traumatic. "They're so worried about being manly and asserting their masculine image." She told me. "In your brother's case, though, given everything else we're doing, we have to keep the option on the table." 

Mom and I agreed we would keep that in the back of our minds and if the opportunity presented itself, maybe we'd see how Bobby might react to cleaning up his own sperm.

"Mom," I said, as we pulled off the main road into our subdivision, "I need to ask you something and I hope you're not going to get mad at me for asking this."

She gave me a look, shook her head back and forth, and, told me she wouldn't get mad.

"Well," I began, "all this talk about dressing Bobby in panties..... and him being naked...... erections, displaying himself, touching him, giving him handjobs, bathing him..... all that. You know, I'm not sure I can do all this stuff without being..... uh.... a little turned on. Do you understand what I'm getting at here?"

"Okay. Okay." Mom replied, interrupting me. "I get what you're saying, and that's been on my mind, too. Since you brought it up, I'm going to be honest with you and I expect you to be honest with me, too. Agreed?" She asked.

I glanced at her quickly and nodded my head. 

"It's true that just about everything we're doing has a sexual connotation, Sandra. I'm not blind to that." Mom said to me. "I know he's my son, but, he's also a male, and I'm struggling with the same fears you probably are -- that I'm going to get sexually aroused during his punishment."

Mom sighed and took a deep breath as she continued speaking, telling me it was normal for us to be aroused by what we were doing. She admitted she'd been having visions and daydreams about seeing Bobby naked and especially about touching his penis. She came right out and told me her underwear had been getting increasingly wetter since this morning, but added that she didn't feel even the slightest bit of regret over it. 

"I'm going to try to maintain a motherly perception." She told me. "At least on the surface - as best I can in front of him. But," she said adamantly, "that doesn't mean I have to quit being a woman the next seven days. I'm going to try hard to keep from being obvious about being turned-on. How I'm going to do that, I don't know -- especially when I've got my hand wrapped around his penis trying to masturbate him."

She told me it was imperative that Bobby didn't get the impression we were using his punishment as an excuse to satisfy our own desires, and as long as he didn't think that, she felt we were probably okay in taking advantage of the situation for our own personal enjoyment.

Mom was blushing when I slowed down at a stop sign and looked over at her. "I guess I'm in the same position you are." I said, quietly. "You won't hear any condemnation from me about anything you might do, and I hope that goes both ways."

"Agreed." Mom answered as we turned to look at each other. Then, as we exchanged looks, she raised her eyebrows and said, "If, for some reason, you think your brother would benefit from you spending some time alone with him, then of course, you should feel free to do that." 

"And you should have that same opportunity, too." I said, meeting her stare directly. "Maybe we should have a code word...... or a signal...... something to tell the other person to disappear for a few minutes."

"That's a good idea, Sandra." Mom agreed. "How about this -- if we see the other person scratch their elbow, that will be the sign to ask for...... uh.... fifteen minutes alone. Does that sound okay?"

"Perfect." I answered. "And if the person scratches both elbows, that means thirty minutes."

Although we knew we were talking in euphemisms, Mom and I both knew exactly what we were saying to each other. As I pulled up into the driveway and shut the car off, she turned to me and asked, "Is that settled now?"

"I think it is." I said, trying hard not to giggle as I reached behind the seat to pick up the bags full of bras and panties from the mall. As I was stepping out of the car, Mom asked me to hold on for a second. She was just pulling her cell phone out of her purse.

"I'm calling Mr. Hathaway again." She said, softly. "I'll see if he can come over in twenty minutes to install the deadbolt."

"But, what about Bobby?" I asked. "Won't he get suspicious if he sees Mr. Hathaway installing deadbolts inside the house?"

"Nope." Mom quipped. "I'm going to send him out to get a haircut. He'll be gone for at least a couple of hours -- I've already arranged it."

I didn't realize my mother was as sneaky as she was, and as I waited for her to finish her phone call, I wondered what other surprises she was planning for my sweet little brother. 

I was definitely glad we had the little talk about being turned-on by what was about to happen to Bobby, and I was gratified to hear I wasn't the only one whose panties were getting wetter and wetter. And while I hadn't yet envisioned myself doing anything overtly sexual with my little brother, the stage was certainly set for me to consider it and Mom had already blessed it. 

But, it went both ways. I let Mom know she had the same option as far as I was concerned. And, as she finished her call to Mr. Hathaway, I wondered which one of us would be the first one to scratch our elbows. 

Mom and I smiled at each other as we walked into the house. We literally ran smack dab into Bobby as he lugged the vacuum cleaner down the stairs to put it away. "All done!" He exclaimed.

Mom and I burst out laughing as he stood in front of us with his hands on his hips and a proud look on his face. I briefly wondered how he was going to feel in a few hours when he was standing naked in front of us. How proud would he feel then?

Mom handed me the bags full of bras and panties and then followed him upstairs to check his work. I took the opportunity to put all our bags in my room, carefully hiding them behind my bed, and then joined the two of them in Bobby's room where I beheld an absolute miracle.

My little brother's room was spotless, clean and fresh. Mom and I both walked around the room trying to find something out of place or untidy, but neither of us found anything worth criticizing. Mom was completely overwhelmed, and when she put her arms around him and gave him a big hug, you should have seen the smile that beamed from Bobby's face. It was the first time in a long time he'd let her hug him, and she rubbed his back and told him what a wonderful job he'd done.

"Well," Mom said to him, "I can't say I didn't think you had it in you, but, this is a good start to what I hope is going to be a change for the better, young man."

Then, without pausing, she stepped back away from him and told him she wanted him to take my car and go get his hair cut. She told him she'd already made an appointment for him and she wanted him to come back with his hair shorter, and she didn't want it to be shaggy looking anymore. Bobby surprised us both when he immediately agreed, and after she told him where the appointment was, I gave him the car keys out of my purse. Mom gave him twenty dollars, and told him to get going.

Without any other conversation, Bobby skipped down the stairs and was on his way. Mom turned to me and with a frenzied look on her face and said, "We've got about two hours to get a lot done."

Mr. Hathaway would be over soon to put the deadbolt on Dad's old office door, and once he was done with that, Mom told me we were going to start boxing up every piece of clothing Bobby had in his room, and take it, along with the clothes from his closet, and start moving them into Dad's old office. 

While we were talking, Mr. Hathaway rang the door bell and Mom let him in. Within five minutes he'd already set to work marking the holes and drilling the door and the frame. By the time he was done, we'd brought in a bunch of empty boxes from the garage and stacked them on my little brother's bed.

While Mom thanked Mr. Hathaway and saw him to the door, I began looking through Bobby's closet and his drawers to see how much we had to box up and move. Mom told me she had to make a quick phone call, but then she'd be right up. 

Five minutes later, Mom walked into the room with an evil grin on her face. "I just talked to my friend, Joyce, at her salon. You're not going to believe this, but, she told me they do male body waxing now."

"Oh, Mom!" I exclaimed. "You wouldn't do that to him, would you?"

"Actually, I was thinking more about just a bikini wax for your brother." Mom answered, as she giggled. "We can shave his legs and underarms here, ourselves. The humiliation he'd get here from us would be fun to see, but, can you imagine how he'd feel at a salon, having to strip down while he was wearing a bra and panties...... in front of one of their attendants, and then getting his crotch waxed?"

"I'd love to be there to see that." I said, giggling along with her.

"Well," Mom replied, "you might get your chance. Joyce is going to look at their schedule for tomorrow to see if they have any double openings. Apparently it takes twice as long to wax a male as it does a female, so she has to check into it, but she said she'd call me back."

We joked and snickered about shaving Bobby's legs and watching him get a bikini wax. Mom was just beside herself, patting herself on the back for coming up with such a wonderful idea. "It'll grow back." Mom said, justifying what she was doing. "And I think it's an appropriate addition to his punishment." 

Mom looked at the alarm clock on Bobby's desk and shook her head, saying we better get busy. Together, we began to take stacks of clothes out of his dresser and put them neatly into the boxes. As we did this, I calmly asked her if I could be the one to shave Bobby's legs and underarms. Without even thinking about it, she said, "Sure, Sandra. That's fine."

After a second, though, she stopped me and said, "If Joyce calls me back to confirm an appointment for tomorrow, he'll need to have his first bath tonight so we can have his legs shaved before he goes to get waxed."

Then, as if it was too complicated to figure out, she threw her hands up in the air and said, "If she can get us in tomorrow, then you're elected to give your little brother his first bath tonight. But, be careful shaving his pits and legs. Let's try not to cut him up."

Mom and I both howled in laughter at the prospect of Bobby's underarms and legs being shaved silky smooth, just like we did ours. In a way, it went along with dressing him up in bras and panties, and I agreed with Mom that it fit perfectly with his punishment.

"Okay, we need to focus now, Sandra." Mom said. "He won't need anything from his dresser for the next seven days -- not even underwear. We'll keep out one or two of his hanging shirts, along with a pair of jeans from his closet. If someone comes to visit or if we end up going out, we'll make him wear his bra and panties under his boy clothes." 

We'd already emptied out three of his drawers and were working on the last two when I heard Mom gasp. Turning to look at her, she was standing there with her jaw open and her hand over her mouth. She was looking down into one of Bobby's drawers and her face had turned white. 

I went to stand next to her and looked down into the drawer. There, apparently hidden under the stacks of clothes I'd just pulled out and placed in a box, were several pairs of panties -- at least two of which I recognized were mine. 

Seeing my panties in my little brother's drawer stopped me cold, and as soon as I saw them, I immediately knew there was only one reason why they'd be there. Mom and I looked at each other and I reached down to pick up the two that were mine. "I thought I'd thrown these away." I said, holding the panties with my fingertips.

Mom reached in and picked up the remaining three pairs and shook her head. "These are mine." She said. "They were a little stretched out, so I threw them away one at a time after wearing them -- I didn't see any reason to wash them."

Before I could say another word, Mom held up one of the pairs of her panties and we could both see they were encrusted with little white spots. I looked at mine and both of them had the same dried, crusty spots. Mom and I looked at each other and neither one of us said a word. There was no need to say anything, we both knew exactly what the spots were and how they must have gotten there.

Finally, I had to say something. "Mother, he's been using our panties when he jacks off."

"It would seem so." She said, holding another pair of her panties up and looking at them closely. After a few seconds, though, she turned to me and smiled. 

"Actually, this is fine." She said, giggling. "He'll discover them gone out of his drawer, along with everything else - but he won't know if we actually saw them in our haste to pack up his stuff. He won't be sure what happened, and we'll be careful not to mention it."

"But," Mom chuckled, "we know something about him we didn't know before -- that he's got some kind of attraction to our panties, and we can use that. Maybe he just likes wrapping them around his penis when he strokes himself...... or maybe he just likes to look at them."




Punishing The Unruly Son Ch. 02



"Or maybe he likes sniffing them!" I blurted out. "Did it occur to you that he might have been taking our panties for weeks, or even months? Sniffing the crotches of our panties? He probably knows exactly what both of our vaginas smell like now, Mom."

"Sandra," Mom said, trying to calm me down, "We can't change anything that's happened in the past. But, we can use this knowledge now that we know about it."

"I'm not following you." I answered.

"Now that we know he's got some attraction to our panties, we can use that to torment him as part of his punishment. It could be as simple as making him wash or fold our underwear while we supervise him. Or letting him see us in our panties." Mom explained. "Then we watch for a reaction from him. If he starts getting erect or nervous, we start asking him questions and see if we can get him to admit what he's been doing. It might take a day or two, but, I'm betting this will turn out to work in our favor."

I thought about what Mom said, and maybe she was right. From my standpoint, I was initially shocked that my intimate, personal space had been violated. I mean, what could be more personal to a girl than the smell of her vagina? My own brother had taken my panties and probably took great joy in discovering and enjoying the smell of my pussy -- maybe even licked my panties while he got himself off. I admit, the thought of it was curiously exciting, and it was something I was definitely going to pursue with my nasty little brother. 

Sure, it was flattering to know a guy was so interested in my pussy that he took my panties so he could have my scent, or my taste, to fantasize over while we was jerking himself off. But, my own brother? My little brother? 

How long had he been doing this? And what did it mean that he had Mom's panties, too? Was he sniffing both our panties and getting off on the scent of both our pussies? The more I thought about it, the more curious I became and the more I wanted to know exactly what he was doing with them. And in the end, Mom's suggestion about tormenting him with our panties might be a good way to find out.

"Alright." I said. "I'll go along with your tormenting idea, but, I still want to know exactly why he had my panties and what he's been doing with them. If that means we have to trick him into telling us, then that's fine with me."

"You know," Mom replied, "it could be something as simple as his male curiosity about the female body, Sandra. We're the only females he ever has any contact with, and as far as I know, he's never had a steady girlfriend. He's probably heard things from his friends about how women get wet, and how they smell and how they taste..... maybe he went to the only source that was available to him..... me and you."

"And if that's true," Mom added, "we really can't get too upset at him, can we? I mean, aren't you even a little bit pleased that someone found your vagina enticing enough to want to steal your panties?"

There was some truth in what she was saying, and I agreed to have an open mind about it. We decided we'd take it one step at a time to see how he'd react to seeing or touching our panties. Mom even suggested we try to find a way to incorporate panties into his daily masturbation -- even going so far as to suggest we both let him see us in our panties tonight if he was good enough to deserve a reward. 

Until that moment, I didn't realize she was prepared to offer him a reward handjob this early, meaning tonight. But, Mom convinced me we should make it clear that the nightly reward handjob would start tonight if things went okay once we got started on his punishment after he returned from his haircut. 

We were running out of time, though. We still had to finish filling the boxes and moving all the clothes out of his closet before he got home. Setting the panty issues aside for now, we set to work clearing every stitch of clothing out of Bobby's room and putting it in Dad's old office. Mom also boxed up his i-Pod and his laptop, and she picked up the charger to his cell phone and threw it in one of the boxes, too. 

Mom was on a roll with her plan. She was doing everything possible to successfully deprive him of every privilege, every ounce of privacy and every right my poor little brother thought he had. And by the time we closed the door to Dad's old office and locked the deadbolt, she'd made a pretty good step in that direction. Bobby didn't know it, but the only thing he had to his name right now was the clothes he was wearing -- and once he got back from getting his hair cut, he wouldn't even have his clothes anymore.

We were done clearing out his room with plenty of time to spare. We even had time to sit down and talk about how we were going to break the news to him about the details of his punishment. Mom took some time to coach me about what she wanted me to do as she explained the rules to my little brother, saying I should let her do most of the talking, and I was fine with that. 

We also talked more about his morning handjob -- the free one we were going to give him every morning before he got out of bed. Mom steadfastly insisted we had no choice other than to do this, regardless if he was good or bad the day before. She said his attitude every day would start out horrible if we didn't do it. But, if we did, we'd be fundamentally responsible for getting him off to a good start each day. Not only that, but, if he never earned a nighttime reward, his morning handjob might be his only opportunity to get any kind of relief. 

"I don't even want to imagine how his attitude will be if he has to go seven days without masturbating, Sandra." Mom said. "Actually, I hope he earns a nightly reward each day, and between that and his morning handjob, it might just be enough to keep his raging hormones under control, and of course, there's an excellent chance it will give him something to look forward to. It will give him a reason to be good."

I'm not sure what made me think of it, but, as we were sitting there, something Mom said earlier came back to me. "Do you think he's a virgin?" I asked, looking up at her.

"You said yourself he's never had a steady girlfriend." I added. "And considering the way he treats us, I bet none of the girls his age would have anything to do with him."

I could see the wheels of thought turning inside Mom's head. "Think about it." I said to her. "Doesn't it kind of make sense? I bet he's never had any kind of romantic or sexual experience with a girl at all. Ever." 

"Sandra, that's a very good observation." Mom said, complimenting me. "We'll have to find out. But, if it's true, perhaps one of us should help him past that if he completes the full seven days of punishment."

I was literally shocked out of my head to hear her say those words. Did she just suggest one of us have sex with Bobby? 

Then, after a second I asked myself , "Well..... why the heck not?" I mean, we were going to be jerking him off, right? We were going to be bathing him. Our fingers were going to be in his butt. By the end of the seven days, we were going to be about as intimate with his body as anyone could ever be. 

At that exact moment, I wondered if Mom meant she, or I, would be the person to bring my little brother into manhood. On one hand, the act of taking a young man's cherry was an honor I'd never had, and it was something I'd fantasized about many times because the idea of it appealed to me. But on the other hand, maybe this was something Mom should do..... maybe it was her responsibility to teach him about a woman's body and take him between her legs and give him his first experience with a woman.

I was just about to agree with her -- just about to agree that we should most definitely help him lose his virginity, when we heard Bobby come through the door. Mom turned to me and told me we'd have to finish that part of the conversation later, and I eagerly nodded my head. 

Bobby was grinning from ear to ear as he stood in front of us with his new haircut, and I have to admit, with the shaggy, un-kept mop gone from his head, my little brother was strikingly attractive. 

"Oh!" Mom sighed. "Very nice, Sweetheart. I love it. What do you think, Sandra?"

Bobby looked at me and I nodded my head, saying, "It looks cute, Bobby. I mean that.... you look very handsome."

I could tell Bobby was proud of himself, and for a few minutes, it was like the old days -- all three of us were smiling and in a good mood. I shuddered to think that it might all come crashing down on us in a few minutes when Mom gave Bobby the details of his punishment and outlined the rules he'd have to follow. But, knowing Mom like I did, and knowing she was resolved to go through with it, I stood there smiling waiting for Mom to begin Bobby's ordeal.

Bobby turned and started to head up the stairs toward his room. "I'm going to go change my clothes." He said.

Immediately, I looked at Mom and she quickly stopped him, saying, "Sweetheart, come back and sit down with us for a while. We need to have a talk before it gets any later."

To be continued...



Punishing The Unruly Son Ch. 03



Mom pointed to Dad's old easy chair and Bobby sat down in it while Mom and I sat on the couch across from him. As soon as we were settled, Mom looked up at Bobby and said, "We need to talk about your punishment, and I think it's best if we get that out of the way before it gets any later in the day."

The expression on my little brother's face changed as soon as Mom said those words. He didn't seem angry, but rather, he seemed to accept it -- knowing full well this discussion was going to happen.

"Before I begin," Mom said, "I want you to know how impressed I am with your behavior so far today. You did a good job cleaning your room and you didn't give me any static about getting your hair cut, and for those things, I'm grateful."

"But now," Mom continued, "it's time to finish the conversation we stared this morning and if you're still willing, we'll get your punishment underway."

Mom got up from where she was sitting and went to crouch down at the side of Bobby's chair and put her hand lovingly over his. She told him she wanted to give him one last chance to take the money she'd offered him and move out without being punished. She even said she'd help him move his stuff and drive him around so he could find a job. I was surprised she seemed to be offering so much now -- especially since we'd already gone to a lot of effort to arrange such an appropriate and thorough punishment. 

"Sweetheart," Mom finally said, "I want to make sure you understand you have the option to take the full thousand dollars I'm offering you now and move out with no hard feelings. I wasn't kidding when I said the punishment I've got planned for you might be the toughest thing you've ever had to do, and I wouldn't feel right if I didn't give you one last chance to avoid it."

She reminded him that if he continued to opt for the punishment, his move out money would be reduced by five hundred dollars as soon as she started giving him the details of his punishment. If, after hearing the details he decided he didn't want to go through with it, he was welcome to take the remaining five hundred dollars and move out within twenty four hours. Bobby seemed to understand what she was offering. And, when Mom reminded him that there would be no financial support at all if he failed to complete the punishment once he started it, he nodded his head and told her he knew he'd have to move out and he'd be on his own.

"And you still accept the punishment?" Mom finally asked. "Is that what you're saying?"

I could see the angst in my little brother's face as he looked at Mom and said he did. Mom smiled sweetly at him, patted his hand and told him she was proud of him. I watched as she got up and walked past me into the kitchen and returned a few seconds later with the envelope of money she had during breakfast this morning. Bobby and I watched as she opened the envelope, took out five of the hundred dollar bills and set the envelope down on the end table next to Bobby's chair.

"There's the remaining five hundred dollars in that envelope. After you hear the details of your punishment, if you change your mind and want to move out, all you have to do is pick up that envelope and be ready to move out by this time tomorrow." Mom said solemnly. "Understand?"

Bobby swallowed hard and said, "Yes."

Mom returned to her seat next to me and sat down on the couch and folded her hands in her lap. After a few seconds she looked up at him.

"Bobby," Mom began, "while I speak, I want you to sit there silently and listen to what I say. When I'm done, I'll give you an opportunity to ask questions, but I don't want you to interrupt me, or say one word until I'm completely done."

"I don't want any theatrics from you, either." Mom told him. "No moaning, groaning or complaining. Not even one single word out of your mouth until I give you a chance to ask your questions. Do you understand that completely, and do you promise to keep quiet until I'm finished?"

His voice cracked as he answered, "Yes."

"Alright." Mom replied. "Then I guess we can get started."

"The reason you're being punished," Mom told him, "is two fold. First, not only have you been extremely disrespectful and cruel to me and your sister, but, you've been intentionally hurtful and thoughtless. You've stolen things from us, including money. You've disregarded our feelings and become a mean person, Bobby. For that, you need to be punished."

"Secondly," Mom explained, "you need to be reminded that you are part of a family, and that you can't treat your family the way you have. To that end, your punishment needs to be harsh so you'll never be tempted to act this way again. The punishment needs to be personal so you'll never forget it, and it needs to be delivered in a way that affects every facet of your life."

"So, for the next seven days," Mom said as she looked up at him. "you will be deprived of all your privacy, all your rights and all your privileges."

Bobby sat there, stone faced while Mom continued to explain what was going to happen. She started at a basic level, telling him for the next seven days, she and I would administer his punishment and monitor his every waking moment. She made it clear that I was an equal partner, along with her, in delivering his punishment each day. She told him we would not tolerate any back talk, complaining, dishonesty or disobedience what-so-ever. He was expected to do as he was told, as soon as we told him to do it. 

I was surprised when she began telling him about the reward system we'd figured out for him. She didn't tell him everything -- like how we'd be giving him handjobs as a reward. She simply told him if he was good every day, from the time he got up - to the end of the day, he would get a nice reward - something he would definitely want. Mom encouraged him to keep the reward in mind at all times and to think before he opened his mouth so he didn't jeopardize his chance to get the reward each day. 

"So far today," Mom added, as she smiled over at Bobby, "I'd say your behavior up to this point has been pretty good and if it continues, you'll probably earn your first reward tonight. Wouldn't you agree, Sandra?" 

They both looked at me and I nodded my head. "So far, I'd agree with that." I answered. "But, there's still plenty of time for things to go bad, Bobby. I suggest you do as Mom said and keep that reward in mind at all times. It only takes a single incident for us to withhold that reward, and believe me, we will." 

"Now," Mom said, "we need to discuss the specific details with you and I'm going to remind you one more time that you're supposed to sit there quietly and listen. If you disobey me on this, you'll lose the reward tonight. Of course, you have the option of picking up that envelope at any time and walking out, and if you do, that becomes your final option and I'll expect you to be out of the house no later than tomorrow evening. Are we clear on all that?"

Again, Bobby nodded his head. But, I could see his feet were nervously tapping the carpet and the palms of his hands were sweaty. I knew the next several minutes would be devastating for him, and I mentally prepared myself to see him explode with anger.

Mom started this part of the conversation much like she did before. She explained that for his punishment to be effective, she felt it had to contain not only punitive measures, but also deterrents for the future. Those deterrents, she went on to say, included subjecting him to personally embarrassing and humiliating circumstances. 

"You're going to be spanked each night." She told him. "We'll do it sometime after dinner, and your first one will be tonight. It'll become part of our daily routine."

I looked at Bobby's face and he was shocked. But, when Mom continued her explanation and told him he'd be spanked naked, he became visibly tense. He still hadn't uttered a word, but, it was obvious to me he was hearing things that were causing him to panic.

She told him not to be concerned about being spanked naked because he was losing the privilege of wearing clothes. "We've already gathered up every stitch of clothing from your room and locked it all away, Sweetheart." Mom said. "For the next seven days, you'll either be naked, or, you'll be wearing bras and panties. Your sister and I bought you some very attractive lingerie, and the best advice I can give you is to immediately accept this part of your punishment because in just a little while, I'm going to ask your sister to undress you, and take the clothes you're wearing and lock them up, too."

She told Bobby we'd already set aside a couple of his shirts and a pair of jeans he could slip into quickly if someone came to the door unexpectedly and wanted to visit. "I'm not completely heartless." Mom said to him. "If someone comes by, or if we go out, we'll let you put on one of your shirts and your jeans. But, you have to wear your bra and panties under them -- that's the rule."

She continued her explanation, telling him he wasn't allowed to cover himself or hide his body from our sight. He shuddered when she told him both Mom and I had the right to touch him wherever and whenever we wanted to, and he had to allow it. Part of the reason for that, she said, was because one of us would be giving him a bath daily and we'd have to touch his body to wash him up. 

He was told we'd be assisting him in the bathroom. If he had to poop, we'd let him wipe himself, but, if he just had to pee, Mom made it clear we'd be holding his penis for him and she made it crystal clear that for the next seven days, he shouldn't expect to have one sliver of privacy. 

"Now, I know all about young men and their erections, Sweetheart." Mom said in a kind tone. "Your sister and I fully realize you're going to become erect in front of us and we're prepared for that. I know guys your age can get frequent and spur of the moment erections, but, I'm warning you not to hide them from us, and if it becomes necessary for us to deal with your erections, you have to let us do that."

Bobby's face had become redder and redder as she went on. His eyes were getting watery and I suspected it was just a matter of time before he started to cry. My heart went out to him, though -- it really did. In the conversations I'd had with Mom, I never thought about how he'd take it, how hearing all this would affect him -- I was only concentrating on how his predicament would affect me. 

"Your sister and I have already discussed the fact that you'll probably wake up each morning with an erection and have the urge to masturbate." Mom added. "We realize that's a natural, basic need for a young man, and in order to give you some relief, either Sandra or I will masturbate you every morning to 'take the edge off', so to speak. Plus, I think it's a good way to get your day started off in the right direction. Again, like I've already said, you have no say in this matter and you must allow it."

"You won't be allowed to touch your groin area at all -- for any reason." Mom continued to explain. "Doing so could put you in jeopardy of losing your daily reward, and I can say with almost complete certainty you don't want that to happen."

As she started to summarize everything for him, she told Bobby we'd have a set daily routine.... a schedule, where we would wake him up early each morning and give him his morning masturbation. Then, we'd take him to the bathroom to do his business and then he'd be dressed however we decided to dress him. We'd make breakfast as a family, eat together and then clean the kitchen together.

Mom said we'd have a project to complete each day around the house and somewhere along the way, we'd all stop and make lunch, eat it together and then go back to our project. We'd have an early dinner each evening -- about 4:30, that we would prepare and eat together. 

After dinner, she or I would give him his bath, followed by his daily spanking. Then, we would spend the rest of the evening together with bedtime being somewhere around 10:00 PM. If he'd been good that day, he'd receive his reward at that time, and then the whole cycle would repeat itself the next day.

"It's important we have a routine each day, Sweetheart." Mom said, smiling softly up at Bobby. "It might vary slightly from day to day, and we might leave the house for an outing, but for the most part, what I just described will be our schedule for the next seven days."

"Just to make sure you fully understand," Mom was careful to say, "you'll have no expectation of privacy, and you'll have no rights or privileges. There will be no cell phone, no laptop and no i-Pod. Your sister and I will have complete control and decision making authority over every minute of your life."

"Sweetheart, if you can do this cheerfully and cooperate with us, at the end of the seven days, we'll go back to normal and everything will be forgiven as long as you use this opportunity to become a changed young man." Mom told him. 

"Now," she finally said, "before I give you an opportunity to ask questions, I want to say just two more things. First, I'm not going to justify, or, give you any reasons for the kind of punishment I've decided on, so don't even ask. You've lost all rights to negotiate or question my decisions. And secondly, I'll remind you to watch your tone of voice and your attitude when I give you the chance to speak. I realize all this must be an incredible shock to you, but, you have no one to blame but yourself."

Bobby had indeed started to cry by now. He was sitting there stoically, silently weeping, tears streaming down his cheeks and his eyes were red and puffy. Mom reached over to the end table and passed him a box of tissues. He reached out and took two from the box and wiped his face and eyes.

"It hurts me so much to see you cry." Mom said, sympathetically. "But, in the long run, I know the temporary discomfort you're going to experience will be the first step in bringing you back to being the son, and brother, you used to be. I'm sorry if you can't understand why I'm doing this, but it's for your own good and if you can't realize that -- you should take the money now and move out without wasting any more time."

When Mom finished speaking, we all sat there in silence and looked at one another. Bobby wasn't outright bawling, but he was still quietly crying and I was truly touched at the way he sat there and listened to Mom as she gave him the details of his punishment. It was probably the most grown up thing I'd seen him do in the last two years.

"We'll give you a couple of minutes alone to think about what I've said." Mom told him. "Your sister and I will come back after you've had a chance to compose yourself. You can ask your questions then if you have any."

With that, Mom stood up and gestured for me to follow her upstairs. As we stepped into her bedroom and shut the door, I looked over at her and asked her if she thought he'd go through with the punishment.

"Absolutely." Mom said without even thinking about it. "He's already made his mind up that he's going to do it. He's just trying to figure out if he has any hope of changing the rules, that's all. You'll see."

Mom struck a puzzled pose for a second and asked me a bizarre, interesting question that seemed to come out of nowhere. "Do you think we should let him pick out the bras and panties he's going to be wearing each day, or, do you think we should do it?"

"We already told him he had no rights or privileges." I said honestly. "If he's going to have two outfits each day, why don't you pick one and let me pick the other one."

"I like that." Mom said, agreeing with me. "But, let's see how it goes tonight and make a final decision on that in the morning."

"Come on." She added, turning toward the door. "We've given him enough time. Let's get this over with."

Mom and I walked down the hall toward the stairs together, and as we did, we saw Bobby leaning over in the easy chair, his face in his hands, and he was sobbing. "Oh, dear." Mom said, sympathetically as we walked. "It's so hard to see your children cry."

Bobby didn't look up at us until we were half way down the stairs, and then he suddenly straightened himself up and used a tissue to wipe his eyes. He looked like an emotional mess, and I suggested to Mom we give him a few more minutes to gather his thoughts when he surprised me by saying he was fine.

I sat down on the couch. Mom went over to him, picked up a tissue out of the box and dabbed his eyes. Then kneeling down next to him, she told him she loved him and leaned in to give him a kiss on his cheek. The edges of his lips turned up in a half-smile and just for a second, I was amazed at the closeness the two of them shared.

But, Mom got right up and came to sit next to me, carefully laying her hands in her lap and looked up at him. "What questions do you have, Sweetheart?" Mom asked.

There was a brief period of silence before he said anything, but when he finally spoke, the first thing he said caught me off guard.

"Mom," Bobby began, "Honestly, I don't blame you for wanting to punish me. I mean, I know I've been a real asshole to both of you and I should have realized that a long time ago. So, I apologize...... to both of you, and I want you to know that I'm sincerely sorry for all the grief I've caused. I mean that from the bottom of my heart."

Mom and I looked at each other and then back at my little brother. "I.... uh... don't know what to say, Sweetheart." Mom answered. "Thank you, that was beautiful. I just hope I can take your apology seriously."

"When you said I was going to be punished," Bobby continued, looking up at Mom, "I thought you were going to make me get a job, ground me forever and forbid me from using your car..... maybe even take my cell phone away. I really had no idea you had something like this in mind."

Bobby got choked up and started to cry a little. Between his tears, he told us he knew he deserved some kind of strong punishment, but, he wasn't sure he could go through this. He didn't think he was strong enough. He said it was just too humiliating for him. He said he'd even be fine with bare butt spankings if that's all it was, but, he didn't know if he had the courage to go through what Mom was proposing.

As he spoke, it occurred to me that he was going to back out, take the rest of the money and leave because her punishment was just too harsh, I was sure of it. 

"You already told me there was no negotiation, and I had no say in the matter." Bobby said to Mom. "I guess I understand why you feel the need to be so firm. So, I don't really have any questions. It sounds like you and Sandra have already made your minds up. You've got your rules pounded out, your schedules are made and you're ready to go."

I looked at Mom and I could see she, too, was worried that we'd misjudged Bobby's reaction and maybe gone too far. But, she wasn't saying anything and neither was I.

"I'll try it." Bobby said, trying to sniffle back his tears. "I honestly don't know if I can do it, but, I'm willing to try. I'll cooperate and I'll be obedient and I promise to be nice, and honest and thoughtful."

The smile that came across Mom's face was the happiest smile I think I've ever seen her have. "I'm glad to hear that, Sweetheart." Mom said as she pulled him from the chair and hugged him tightly. Mom turned to me and opened her arms, inviting me into the hug and as Bobby's sniffles dried up, we all had a few minutes of warmth and hugging.

"Bobby," Mom said, "I honestly believe you're making an effort to be sincere and I know this will be hard for you. You have my word Sandra and I will be gentle and understanding for the next seven days as long as your sincerity is genuine."

"Okay." Bobby said, wiping his eyes one last time and taking a step back from us. "Where do we start?"




Punishing The Unruly Son Ch. 03



"Well," Mom answered, taking a deep breath and letting it out, "I guess we need to take your cell phone and then, all your clothes have to come off. After that, you're going to stand in front of us naked for a few minutes so your sister and I can have our first look at you."

Bobby shrugged his shoulders and reached into his back pocket and handed Mom his cell phone. She took it from him, powered it off, and set it on the end table next to the chair. Then looking at me, Mom said the words I'd been dying to hear her say.

"Sandra," Mom said softly, "will you please undress your brother?"

The only sound in the room was the sound of Bobby's breathing as I stood up and walked up to him. "It's okay." He said to me, softly. "Just do it."

I bent down to untie his sneakers and asked him to pick his feet up so I could take them off. Reaching up under his pant legs, I took hold of the top of his socks and pulled them down to his ankles. He picked his feet up again and I slipped his socks off and handed them up to Mom.

He was wearing a t-shirt and a pair of jeans, so as I stood up in front of him, I reached out and unbuttoned the top button on his jeans and loosened them around his waist. Pulling his t-shirt up, he raised his arms to help me, and with almost no effort, I pulled his t-shirt over his head and held it out for Mom to take from me. 

I looked up into his eyes as I reached back to his waist to unzip his jeans. As I touched the tongue of his zipper, I realized that my hands were only mere inches from my little brother's penis. He shuddered as I lowered the zipper and knelt down in front of him, hooking my thumbs into the waist of his jeans and began pulling them down. 

They weren't tight on him at all, and as they came down his thighs easily, I was left staring at his boxers, knowing full well I was only moments away from stripping my little brother naked and seeing his cock for the first time since he was five.

As Bobby stepped out of his jeans, I folded them and handed them up to Mom as I remained kneeling in front of him. As Mom took the jeans from me, I looked up to Bobby's face and he was as embarrassed as I've ever seen him. His whole chest was red and his blush covered his neck, face and his ears. The look in his eyes was silently begging me not to pull his boxers down, but, I knew I couldn't grant his wish.

I looked over at Mom and she nodded her head at me. "It has to be done, Sandra." Mom said. "Let's get it over with...... it'll be better for all of us once he's naked and starting to get used to it."

I looked up at Bobby again, gave him an understanding little smile and he smiled back. Then, as I reached up to hook my fingers into the waistband of his boxers, I felt him flinch and his stomach tightened. 

Then, realizing this was a moment I'd never forget, I pulled my little brother's boxers down his legs without stopping, and, immediately focused my eyes on his crotch. My first and immediate impression could be summed up in just one word: "Thick".

He had a terrible mess of dark pubic hair that swirled around his groin like a briar patch. His penis, just inches away from my face, looked beefier, and, more developed than any cock I'd seen up to that point in my life. Without taking my eyes away from it, I reached down and pulled his boxers from around his ankles and handed them up to Mom.

Standing up, I walked over next to my mother and she and I both looked down at my little brother's cock. My Gawd, it was thick -- very thick, probably the thickest cock I'd ever seen. It was a little longer than average length, I guessed maybe five inches or a little longer as it hung there flaccid, but the thickness of Bobby's cock made it look more like a small arm rather than a penis. 

I felt a flood of wetness fill my panties as I stared at his thick, soft cock, and I wondered if either he or Mom would be able to smell my arousal. But, I didn't care -- it was so exciting to see my little brother's bare cock right in front of me, and as I stood there staring at it, I wondered how large it would be when he was hard.

Mom was more composed than I was, and I didn't realize she'd called my name twice before she reached out, pulled my hand and told me to sit down.

"Bobby," Mom said, "come stand here in front of us so we can see you up close. I know this is uncomfortable, but, we might as well get all the looking done now...... get all the curiosity out of the way...... and then maybe it will gradually feel normal to all of us."

I watched in rapt fascination as Bobby stepped in front of us, stopping three or four feet away. "Closer." Mom said, reaching out for his hand and pulling him within a foot of us. His cock was still soft, and as I looked at him, I could see his balls pulled up tightly next to his body and his thick cock hanging down in front of them.

"Bobby." Mom said, calling his name to get his attention. "Look at me."

When he looked up at her, she asked, "When you refer to your penis, what do you call it? What I mean is, do you call it your penis? Your dick? Your cock?"

"Uh..... my cock, I guess." Bobby answered, looking away from her, clearly embarrassed and trying to avoid her eyes.

"Sweetheart," Mom continued, "I want you to look at me and your sister..... look straight at us, and in your most believable voice, I want you to ask us both to examine it. Make sure you use the word 'Cock', Bobby. Ask us to touch it, and remember to say please. Try to be as convincing as you can."

Bobby shuddered as he heard Mom's request. He raised his hands to his face and rubbed his forehead and his cheeks. The redness in his face deepened and his breathing became short and choppy.

"You have to do this, Son." Mom said, tenderly. "We have to get this out of the way."

It seemed like an eternity, but in reality, it was probably only ten or fifteen seconds before he tried to speak. He had to clear his throat and start twice, but, he did it.

"Sandra," my little brother began, looking directly into my eyes and taking a huge breath, "and Mom," he continued, looking at her now, "I'd very much like you to.... uh........" 

Bobby's voice trailed off and we couldn't hear his last few words. When I looked up at him, he was valiantly trying to keep eye contact with Mom, but his eyes were filling up with tears so rapidly, he finally had no choice but to lower his eyes to the carpet and let the tears stream down his cheeks.

Bobby's chest was fluttering and it was hard for him to catch a breath. He kept trying to speak, but between his crying and not being able to take a breath, all that came out of his mouth was a gasp for air and the pitiful moaning of his sobbing.

I just couldn't sit there and watch this. Without even a thought about what mother would think, or say, I stood up next to my little brother and wrapped my arms around his waist and pulled myself squarely against his side.

Leaning up to his ear, I whispered to him. "Okay, just relax, Bobby." I said. "We're going to breathe together...... me and you...... here we go.... stay with me now."

I stood next to my very naked brother, while Mom sat there watching, for about three minutes. It took him about thirty seconds to calm down, and once he started to breathe along with me, his crying began to subside. I kept standing next to him and as we breathed in unison, I leaned up to him again and whispered so softly, I didn't think Mom could hear me.

"They're just words, Bobby. That's all." I whispered. "Mom and I both know exactly what you're feeling right now, but I'm not going to let you give up. I don't want you to move out. You have to try it again..... you have to say those words."

You might think I'd be sick and repulsed by my little brother's seemingly weak nature. But the truth is, until today, I hadn't seen Bobby cry or shed a tear since Dad's funeral. He hardly ever shows any emotion over anything, and the fact that he'd already cried several times today spoke volumes to me. So, I couldn't sit there and watch him be emotionally torn up over a few words, especially this early into his punishment. I was compelled to go to his aid, and if mother didn't like it, that was just too damn bad.

I stood there with my arms around my brother's waist for just a little longer - until I was sure his breathing was under control and he felt steady. Then, I pulled his face to look at me, gave him a kiss on his cheek and whispered, "Don't you dare give up."

Returning to the couch and sitting down next to Mom, she looked at me and she was smiling as tears were pooling in her eyes. She put her arms around me and whispered "That was so sweet. Thank you."

"Please." My little brother said clearly, looking right into my eyes. "Would you please examine my cock? Mom and Sandra, I'd really like you to examine me. Please?"

Even though I actually heard him say those words, I was literally shocked out of my wits when Mom's hand came forward and she gently placed her palm under his balls and cupped them in her hand. Bobby shuddered at her touch, but Mom didn't pull back. "Stand still, please." Mom said, as she wrapped her fingers tenderly around his pink sack and felt him.

Bobby's cock responded immediately, and just as if it happened in slow motion, I watched his penis begin to swell and grow. In a matter of seconds, he was beginning to get hard and his cock was starting to lift from its resting place. I thought Mom might stop and pull her hand away, but, she didn't. In fact, she started lightly massaging his balls and in a few seconds, my little brother's cock was pointing out directly in front of him -- right at me.

"It's okay, just let it happen, Sweetheart." Mom said, softly. "There's nothing to be ashamed about. You have a nice, healthy penis and it's simply reacting to the way I'm touching you. Just be still and let Sandra and I do what we need to do here."

I looked up at Bobby and his eyes were closed. His chest was moving in and out, and he was breathing evenly now. Mom's eyes were trained directly on Bobby's cock and as she continued to cradle his balls in her hand, his cock got harder and harder. Before long, it was pointing up toward the ceiling, almost as if it was straining to reach the roof. And what I thought was an average length penis before he got hard was now in the "OMG" category. He was thick and long and hard and it was the most beautiful cock I'd ever had the pleasure of seeing.

Bobby's cock wasn't only 'Beefy', but, it was truly beautiful. His shaft was covered with flawless, flesh colored skin and the head of his cock was perfectly proportional to the size of his shaft. There were squiggly looking blue and purple veins running up the side of his shaft, and as I looked at them, I could almost see them pulse as the blood pumped through them. 

His cock was undoubtedly the most impressive one I'd ever come across, and as I looked at him closely, I began to wonder exactly how it would feel inside me...... how I would feel as he slipped it into me, filling my vagina to the brim with that beautiful, fat phallus.

But, I think my mother, sitting beside me, was even more affected than I was. Her eyes were about to pop out of her sockets and she was breathing harder than he was! Her chest was almost heaving as she sat there, holding his balls and watching his cock inflate. One thing for sure -- we'd talked earlier about perhaps helping Bobby lose his virginity -- and looking at my Mom as she stared at my little brother's cock, I knew without a doubt I'd have to fight her for that honor now. 

Bobby's cock started to pulsate once it reached its full, majestic size. I watched Mom's other hand rise up out of her lap, and slowly, she curled her fingers around his thick shaft. I was mesmerized watching Mom's dainty, slender fingers try desperately to fully grasp my brother's cock, but it was impossible for her to do -- he was just too thick. 

The leaking between my legs was rampant now, and as I sat there, I could feel how wet my panties were. Never had I been this turned-on simply by seeing a guy's cock, and with it so close in front of me, my juices were flowing liberally and I was sure my panties were turning into a sopping, wet mess.

Bobby started to moan a little when Mom's fingers snuggled themselves around his shaft. "Shhhh, Sweetheart." Mom whispered. "Just be still and let me do this. I'm not going to hurt you."

Mom's fingers were lightly squeezing my little brother's cock. Maybe it was unconscious on her part, but, when I looked up at Bobby's face, I saw him looking down at what Mom was doing. His mouth was open and he was taking deep breaths, but when our eyes met, the look on his face told me he was starting to go into sensory overload. 

All of a sudden, Mom let go of Bobby's cock and pulled both her hands back into her lap. "Sandra," she said, her voice cracking and weak, "go ahead and examine your little brother's cock now."

Mom's words caused my heart to quicken and as I turned to look at her, she nodded her head. "It's alright, Dear. He has to get used to both of us touching him. Don't be shy and don't forget, you have every right to do this."

Oh, I can guarantee I wasn't shy. I just didn't want to appear too eager to feel that wonderful looking organ in my hands. Although Mom and I already admitted to each other that we were both excited about having Bobby naked in front of us, I had to keep up the appearance I was dong this as part of Bobby's punishment. If she knew how desperately I now wanted to feel his girth in my hands...... in my mouth..... and inside my pussy, I wasn't sure how she'd react. So, I followed her lead and slowly reached out for my first feel of my brother's majestic cock.

Unlike her, though, I reached out with both hands, grasping his rod with one hand just under the head of his penis, and the other at the bottom of his shaft. I tried to make it look like I was being gentle, but once my fingers were wrapped around him as far as they would go, I slowly began to squeeze him, feeling the spongy softness of his skin finally give way to the hardness underneath. 

Bobby's cock head seem to swell when I squeezed him, and then I felt him flinch and his cock muscles contracted. I looked up into his eyes and he was staring down at me, watching what I was doing. 

I released the pressure of my fingers and then squeezed him again, this time releasing him much quicker. I did this three or four times, and each time I did it, my little brother's cock reacted by flinching and contracting. 

I was watching the head of his penis as I did this, and it rhythmically swelled in response to my squeezing. Bobby moaned again, and as he moaned, a bubble of precum appeared at the tip of his cock. I heard Mom's sharp intake of breath when the bubble appeared, but she didn't move or say a word. And as I squeezed him one more time, the bubble of precum that was haphazardly balanced at the tip of his cock rolled down his cock head and onto my fingers.

In the next five seconds, more precum bubbled up through the tip of his cock and balanced there precariously before being pushed out by more, and then more precum. It was all gathering on my clenched fingers under his cock head, and when Mom stirred next to me, I glanced in her direction to see her staring at the shiny, slippery substance that was coating my fingers.

"Bobby, be still, please." Mom said calmly, as he swayed from side to side. "Let your sister finish what she has to do. You've been very good so far, don't spoil it now."

"Go ahead." Mom said to me, softly. "You can continue."

I wasn't sure exactly what she was trying to tell me. I mean, Bobby's precum was evidence that he was extremely aroused. Did she want me to do more? Should I stroke him? Surely she knew that might make him cum. Or, maybe she wanted me to squeeze him some more -- perhaps milk more of his precum out of him.

Not knowing exactly what she wanted me to do, I squeezed my little brother's cock again, but this time, I squeezed him hard and it caused his cock head to turn a deep purple color and mushroom up bigger than it had before. Bobby was panting now and his pelvis was pushing out toward me. Now, a small stream of precum flowed freely from the tip of his penis causing the fluid that had gathered on my fingers to start to run down my hand.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Mom raise her hand. Turning to look at her, I watched as she touched her finger to Bobby's cock head and pulled back a thick drop of his precum. In a million years, I would have never anticipated what she did next, but, she did it so smoothly, I had no choice but to just sit there and watch. 

With the drop of precum on her finger, Mom stood up and placed her free hand on Bobby's chest. Then patting his chest very softly, she raised her hand with the precum covered finger and rubbed it against Bobby's lips. Reaching down to his cock to gather up more precum, she raised her hand again and placed the tip of her finger right in front of his mouth.

"You have to learn to respect and obey your mother, Sweetheart." Mom said, almost whispering to him. "No matter what I ask of you, you have to do it. That's the rules."

I saw Bobby nod his head slightly, and when he did, Mom gently pushed just the tip of her finger into his mouth. "Suck now." Mom whispered, faintly. 

Bobby did what he was told, and after fifteen seconds of sucking, Mom pulled her finger out and immediately touched the head of his cock again, this time gathering up as much precum as her finger would allow, and she held it up to his mouth. Bobby opened his lips, and again, Mom pushed her finger in and he sucked it.

Mom pulled her finger out of his mouth and reached down to pull my hand away from Bobby's cock. Then, pulling me up to stand beside her, she looked up at him and told him he'd made a mess on my hand. 

"Sandra," Mom said, calmly, "let your brother clean your hand."

Like I was in some kind of a daze, I raised my hand up to Bobby's face. He reached out with his right hand, taking my hand in his, and then one by one, guided my fingers into his mouth and sucked all the precum from each digit. When he was done with my fingers, he turned my hand over and licked my palm and then the back. 

When he was done, Mom put both her hands on Bobby's chest and told him he'd been very good. "Thank you, Sweetheart. It's important that you learn to do what your mother says. And, I can see you're trying very hard to obey and do what you're told. I'm very happy about that, and so is your sister."

I tried to say something, but, my throat was dry and when I tried to agree with her, it sounded like I was croaking. Clearing my throat, though, I finally looked up at Bobby, gave him the sweetest smile I could make, and told him I was happy, too.

As we stood there, Mom reached down and placed the palm of her hand on Bobby's cock head and grasped him tenderly, smearing the precum around the head of his cock and then running her fist down his shaft. She jacked him furiously for five or six seconds and then suddenly stopped.

Pulling her hand away, Mom sat down and pulled me down next to her. "I know that was difficult for you, Sweetheart, but you did very well." Mom told Bobby. "You didn't complain and you obeyed me. You have no idea how pleased I am about that. You even passed the little test I gave you with flying colors. And Sweetheart," Mom added, in a very loving tone, "I don't want you to be ashamed of what I made you do. There's nothing wrong with a young man tasting his own precum."

"Keep in mind," though, "your sister and I have every right to touch you any time we want to, and we will be doing that. Each day you'll be presented with a test of obedience and I expect you to do exactly as you're told. I promise I won't ask more than I know you can give and we'll be here to help you. You might feel humiliated or ashamed by doing it, but, you have to be strong and do exactly as your sister and I ask."




Punishing The Unruly Son Ch. 03



Bobby listened to Mom as she spoke, nodding his head up and down. His cock was slathered with his precum and even more had bubbled out now, creating a small, clear stream of the shiny stuff all the way down his pole. Mom pointed to the box of tissues and asked me to wipe off Bobby's cock, and as I got up to reach for the tissue box, the phone rang. 

I looked at Mom, just assuming she'd let the answering machine take the call. But, she got up, saying it might be Joyce returning her call, and walked into the kitchen to pick up the phone. 

I stood next to my brother with the tissues in my hand and we looked at each other. It was one of those times that you didn't know what to say. I knew his life was about to be turned inside out and he was going to be embarrassed and humiliated worse than anyone could ever imagine. Slowly, though, I grasped his cock lightly and began to wipe the wet precum from his cock.

As I wiped him down, he said, "Thank you, Sandra. At the beginning, I was about to grab my clothes and walk out. If you wouldn't have stood up and helped me, I'd have......."

"It's okay." I said, interrupting him. "I don't want you to have to move out. But, I'd like to give you some advice if you're willing to take it."

"Sure." He answered softly.

"Well...." I began, "first -- you should do everything you can to make sure you get your nightly reward. I can't say more than that. But, if you ever believed anything I ever told you, you need to believe that. I promise the nightly reward is something you want."

"Yeah," Bobby replied, "I think I already figured that out. But, thanks for telling me."

"Next," I said, "I don't care what it is we ask you to do, just do it. Don't think about it, don't try to get out of it...... just do it willingly -- no matter how crazy it might seem or how humiliating it might be -- just do it. I promise I'll help you when it gets tough. We can also give you special rewards..... I know Mom didn't tell you about that, but we've already discussed it and we're prepared to do it. Trust me, you're going to like all the rewards."

"Two more things........" I said, looking up at him. "I don't know if you'll understand this, but, the more willing you are to do something embarrassing or humiliating, or let something be done to you -- the easier things will be. If you can just let yourself be submissive to us for the next seven days, that will really help you out. Keep that in mind."

"Last thing is this," I said, trying to find the exact words I was looking for, "I know you've got some interest in panties, Bobby." As soon as I said that, he started getting nervous and he wouldn't look me in the eye.

"Don't worry," I assured him, "I'm fine with it, and it sort of turns me on. But, I'd like to talk to you about a mutually beneficial arrangement I've got in mind..... something related to panties. My panties. Are you interested?"

"Is this on the level?" He asked. "Is this some kind of test? A trap Mom's going to find out about?"

"No, this is private." I answered. "Just between me and you, I swear."

"Yeah, sure." Bobby said. "I'm interested."

"Okay." I said. "We'll talk about it later. For now, just keep it in mind."

We finished talking just in time, because Mom turned the corner into the living room just as we were done. 

"I see you're all cleaned up." Mom said to Bobby, in an upbeat tone. "And, I have a little news to share."

Bobby and I both looked at her. After a second, Mom announced we'd be taking our first outing tomorrow morning. "I've got it all arranged. But," she added, "this means you'll need a bath tonight, Bobby."

"I don't want us to be up all night tonight." Mom added, looking straight at my brother.

"Your sister and I want you to try on your new bra and panties, Bobby, and we still need to have dinner, give you your bath and of course, make time for your spanking and a reward if you keep up your good behavior." Mom said.

It was already 4:00 PM. The day had gone so fast, and it didn't even seem like it was that late. But, Mom told us we'd have to work together to get dinner on the table, and then I'd give Bobby his first bath while she cleaned up. After that, Bobby would get his first spanking. 

I couldn't wait to hear about our outing tomorrow. I hoped it was Joyce that called and they'd arranged a time for Bobby to have his bikini wax. But, there was still plenty of things happening tonight. I was going to give my little brother a bath, shave his legs, help Mom give him his spanking..... and if he still deserved it, I'd help Mom give Bobby his first reward.

To be continued...



Punishing The Unruly Son Ch. 04



In a matter of just a few hours, I saw Mom's assertiveness with my out-of-control little brother go from nonexistent to utterly masterful. Using her calm and loving style, along with a major dose of firmness, mother finally laid down the law with the inconsiderate Bobby. I didn't think she had it in her, but she surprised me. I have to admit, though, that's not what surprised me the most.

What surprised me the most was the way Mom took control of the situation in such a determined way. He'd pushed her too far, for too long. And, literally overnight, she'd decided to punish Bobby in a way that stunned and delighted me to no end. 

She gave him a choice that was simple to understand -- either move out, or stay home and accept her punishment. She even offered him money to get him an apartment, and offered to help move his stuff out. I was sure he was going to take it. She was completely up front and honest with him about how difficult and distasteful the punishment would be if he elected to stay. Initially, Mom didn't give him the exact details of the punishment, but, she warned him it would be rough. I heard what she said to him and believe me, the words she used left no question in Bobby's mind that the punishment would be something he would never forget -- probably the hardest thing he'd ever endured up to now. 

My poor little brother agonized over his decision. He even cried in front of us and seemed honestly sorry and apologetic for his behavior in the past. However, his apology came way too late. I think Mom appreciated his regret, but, she stood her ground and made him choose: move out, or, stay and be punished.

In the end, Bobby reluctantly accepted Mom's punishment and at that point, she explained the details of how he would be punished. He sat there, stone-faced, while Mom told him what was going to happen to him..... losing all his privileges and his right to privacy, losing all his clothes....... about the spankings, the nudity, wearing bras and panties -- all that. Then, if that wasn't bad enough, Mom told him I would be an equal partner in administering his punishment. Within a few minutes of receiving the devastating news of the humiliation he'd be subjected to for a full seven days, he was immediately stripped of his clothes and ordered to stand in front of us naked so we could begin his punishment by an embarrassing examination of his genitals -- a full, hands-on examination by both my mother, and by me.

Personally, I wasn't adequately prepared to see my little brother's cock. I guess I expected to see an averaged size penis for a young man his age, but, nothing could have prepared me to see what was under his boxer shorts -- the thick tool that hung between his legs. It was amazing.... beautiful and stunning in a way that made me gush inside my panties. It was literally every girl's dream penis. 

My mother showed tremendous restraint and composure seeing her son naked, and even when he stood in front of us as his erection grew and strained out from his body, Mom seemed to hold it together remarkably well. She told him not to be concerned about his erection, telling him to accept the fact that he'd be exposed in front of us for the next seven days. 

When Mom examined him, she held his testicles in the palm of her hand and wrapped her fingers around his thick shaft and held his penis. But, amazingly enough, she didn't do much more than that. Perhaps she was took pity on him because of his embarrassed state, or maybe she held back because I was sitting there watching every move she made. 

Fortunately for my brother, Mom was sitting right next to me when it was my turn to examine him. Had she not been there, I'm not sure I could have resisted the urge to give my brother's cock the examination of a life time. Maybe I'd even slide that beautiful cock into my mouth and give it a nice long suckjob, followed by me throwing him down on the carpet and sliding my wet, wanton pussy down on top of his majestic member and riding him until I passed out from exhaustion.

By now, though, it was starting to get late in the afternoon and we still had so much more to do. When Mom mentioned she wanted Bobby to try on the bras and panties we bought for him at the mall, I felt another small flood of warm, slippery juice escape between my lower lips and further wet my panties, which, I knew were already dripping wet by now. Every time I moved I could feel the wet material against my crotch and I kept thinking I ought to find a reason to slip away for a few minutes so I could change them. 

I was about to tell Mom I'd be right back when she announced we had to get rid of Bobby's erection before he tried on his new lingerie. Ushering both Bobby and I into the kitchen, she told me she wanted me to watch what she did so I could do it myself when it was necessary. Then, reaching into the refrigerator, she pulled out a plastic bin filled with folded washcloths and chilled water. Setting it by the sink, she picked up one of the washcloths, rung out most of the water over the sink and turned to look at my little brother.

"From what I read on the internet last night," Mom said, looking up at Bobby and pointing to his still very erect cock, "this is the fastest way to get rid of an unwanted erection, Sweetheart. I'm not going to try to fool you, it'll be a serious shock to your privates, but, I can't have you waving that thing around at your sister and me for the next several hours."

She took a minute and explained to Bobby that we'd probably allow his erections for ten or fifteen minutes at a time, but, she felt it would be better to get rid of them if they lasted longer than that. "If you can get them to go down yourself, then you can avoid the cold washcloth." Mom added. "But, if not, we'll help you."

After saying that, Mom moved forward a few steps and kneeled down in front of my little brother. Reaching up with the wet, cold washcloth in her hand, she carefully wrapped the cold cloth around his balls and folded the loose end around his shaft. Bobby almost jumped out of his skin when he felt the coldness of the washcloth envelop his cock and balls. "Stay still." Mom said to him. "This shouldn't take long."

Mom was exactly right. In a matter of ten seconds, my little brother's cock began to shrink and in less than twenty seconds, he was completely flaccid. "See?" Mom said, looking up at me. "It's as easy as that."

It was clear to me that the sudden shock of the cold washcloth was physically very uncomfortable for Bobby, but, he stood there like a trooper and endured it until his erection subsided. I'd always heard stories about a guy taking a cold shower to cool himself off, and never thought much about it. But, this seemed to work well, despite Bobby's obvious discomfort.

Believe it or not, now that Bobby's hard-on was gone, he seemed to be more at ease standing in front of us naked. For me, though, I was staring at his soft penis thinking what an amazing thing it was to see his cock grow from the way it was now, to the powerful rod it became when he was hard. I knew it was the male physiology that made it all happen the way it did, but, I was completely mesmerized by the process and I was wishing I could hold him in my hand and feel him go from soft to hard. I made a mental note to try that when I was bathing him later.

I told Mom I needed to go pee, and as soon as I did, Bobby looked at Mom and said he needed to go, too. 

"Sandra, why don't you go back to my bathroom and I'll take your brother into the hall bathroom so he can go." Mom suggested. "Then, you can stay with him so I can go, too, and then we'll have him try on his new bras and panties to see what fits and what doesn't."

I stopped off in my room to get a new pair of panties to change into. Opening up my panty drawer, I selected a pair of plain cotton panties thinking they would better absorb the massive amount of pussy juice I was sure I was leaking, and when I got to Mom's bathroom, I was glad I did. The silky blue bikini panties I was wearing were completely soaked through the crotch panel, turning them dark blue from the thick, slippery girl juice I was leaking. I could see little blotches and pools of my shiny vaginal lubrication on the small cotton gusset, and shuddered when I felt the weight of the wet panties in my hand when I took them off. Obviously, I couldn't have worn them much longer without the wetness seeping through onto my shorts and probably creating a situation where both my mother, and my brother, would have seen or smelled my excitement.

I dropped my worn panties into my laundry hamper on the way back to find Mom and Bobby. They were still in the hall bathroom when I heard them, and, I stopped just short of the door and eavesdropped on them from out in the hall.

"We're going somewhere tomorrow?" Bobby asked.

"Uh huh." Mom answered. "I'll let you wear your boy clothes, like I said, but you'll have to wear a bra and some panties underneath."

"Are you going to tell me where we're going?" Bobby asked her.

"No." Mom replied. "But, I already told you I wouldn't subject you to more than I thought you could handle, and believe it or not, I meant it when I said I loved you and I'd never do anything that would cause you any lasting problems."

"Come on, now, Sweetheart." Mom added. "We've been standing here for almost five minutes. I thought you said you had to go?"

Bobby told her it wasn't the easiest thing in the world to do with his mother standing there holding his penis and watching him, waiting for him to pee. She simply answered that he better get used to it because for the next seven days, either she, or I, would be doing this exact same thing for him. 

"You've been good so far today." Mom said. "I'd like that to continue, and if it does, I promise your sister and I will give you a really nice reward tonight as a 'Thank You Gift' for your good behavior."

"And as far as that goes," Mom softly added, "I'd like nothing more than to be able to reward you every night. If you're really good through the day..... and I mean really good, Sweetheart, your sister and I just might give you a special reward that you won't have to wait until nighttime for. But, you have to be especially good to deserve that."

There was a bit of silence and then I heard Bobby start to pee. "See there." Mom said in her motherly tone, "I knew you could do it."

As Bobby peed, I heard him tell her he was sorry for everything he'd done in the past. He seemed sincere, even saying he knew he deserved to be punished and wasn't trying to get out of it. He told her he'd try hard to do what we told him to do.

"I appreciate that, Son." Mom told him. "I can already see a change in your attitude and that makes me very happy. But, you have to finish your punishment -- all seven days of it, that's the only way you're going to learn your lesson."

When Bobby was finished peeing, I heard some whispering for a minute or two but I couldn't hear what they were saying to each other. The whispering ended with Mom telling him he needed to try on his bra and panties, warning my little brother ahead of time that she expected him to do it cheerfully and cooperate. About that time, I walked into the bathroom.

"Did I miss it?" I asked. "Did he go?"

Mom looked up at me and grinned. "Next time, you can take him, Dear." Mom answered. "It took him a minute to relax enough to go, but, he'll get used to that. Just be sure you point him down into the bowl and hold him lightly."

"So, it's time for the bra and panty show?" I asked, grinning up and Mom and giving my brother a demure smile. 

"Indeed." Mom said, chuckling, "Hopefully, he'll be good."

Mom asked me to get the bags of bras and panties I'd hidden in my room and meet the two of them in Bobby's room. When I'd gotten the bags and walked into my brother's room, Mom took them from me and dumped them out on Bobby's bed. 

"Let's separate them out into sets." Mom said. "Leave the tags on for now, just in case we need to return something."

Mom and I busied ourselves laying the bras and panties out on Bobby's bed in sets, arranging them so we could see them all. It was pretty clear that Mom bought more than the seven bras and panties she was supposed to buy, so by the time we were done, we had twenty sets of lingerie laid out for Bobby to try on. I opened the package of cotton, little girl style panties and laid each of the cute bikinis out along with one of the training bralettes I'd found. They looked so innocent lying there, but, I knew seeing my brother dressed in the little girl underwear would elicit a strong reaction -- at least from me.

I caught Bobby's eyes staring at the crotch-less panties and peek-a-boo bra Mom found, and I could just imagine what was going through his mind as he looked at them. Humorously, I guessed he was wondering why a guy would wear crotch-less panties since he'd just be hanging out of them. And, he was probably right -- but that wasn't the point. The point was, not only would he be embarrassed to wear them, but, the added humiliation of wearing something so ultra feminine, and overtly sexual would add to his discomfort. What I really wanted to see, though, was that beautiful cock rising out from his crotch while he wore them. 

Just to make it easier, Mom suggested we start at the left side of the bed and work our way across to the right, making Bobby try on each bra and each panty. We started with one of the training bralettes -- the pink one, and the pink cotton little girl panties I picked out for him. The panties had these cute little kittens on them and the bralette matched the color of the panties almost perfectly. When I picked up the bralette, I could see the look of obvious anxiety in my little brother's eyes.

Mom told Bobby he needed to pay attention so he'd know how to adjust the straps and put the bra on correctly. I stood close to him and showed him how to adjust the straps and how the clasp worked on the back. Then, wrapping the bra around his waist, I clasped the bra on the middle set of hooks and slid it around his body so he could put his arms into the straps. Once he'd slipped his arms in, I pulled the bralette up his chest and wiggled it into place.

I was a taken aback at how nicely he filled out the stretchy bralette. I guessed at the size when I bought it, and apparently, I guessed right. It fit him snugly; it wasn't too tight and I could easily slip my fingers down into the thin cups over his nipples. The straps weren't tight, either, and it was a good fit - not too tight and not too loose. Amazingly enough, the thin material of the bralette hugged his chest perfectly, giving him the appearance of having AA or even A size breasts. In as much as I thought it was a really nice fit, what really hit me, though, was how wonderful it looked on him. He was absolutely breathtaking.

"Try the panties." Mom said, holding them out to me. Kneeling down in front of him, I silently hoped they would be perfect, too.

The panties fit him okay, but, there simply wasn't enough material there to hold his cock in. Even when I tucked his soft cock over to the side, it bulged out so much I thought it was going to be too uncomfortable for him to wear. But, to my surprise, when Mom asked Bobby how they felt, he said they felt "Pretty good".

When Mom stepped forward and placed the palm of her hand on his groin to check the fit, he started to get hard and a few seconds later, Mom reached into the cotton panties and adjusted his growing erection so it lay against his belly with the head of his cock poking out the top of the waistband.

"As long as he's soft, those will be fine." Mom said. "And the bra fits well, too."

I looked up at my brother to see a very pronounced blush spreading across his face and chest as he looked back at me. I completely understood why he was blushing, but, the more I looked at him dressed like that, the more I loved the way he looked. Maybe it was the innocence of the training bralette, or maybe it was the soft pink color of the bra and panties put together. Whatever it was, I liked it. 

Mom said she was going to run down into the kitchen to get the washcloth bin out of the refrigerator since we couldn't keep trying on panties if his cock kept getting hard. As soon as she left, I immediately stepped up next to Bobby and took the liberty of pulling the cute little panties down his thighs and firmly grasping his erection. Stroking him hard and fast like I saw Mom doing when she examined him down stairs in the living room earlier, I smiled up at my little brother and told him I was looking forward to seeing him dressed in all the pretty bras and panties we'd so thoughtfully bought for him.

"If you're interested," I whispered to Bobby, "maybe I'll let you try on some of my panties. I bet they'll fit you perfectly."

Bobby's cock lurched in my hands and he snapped his head up and looked at me. "So, you like that idea, huh? Wearing your big sister's panties and maybe playing dress up with me for a little while?"

"You're just trying to keep me excited so I stay hard until Mom gets back from the kitchen." Bobby answered.

"That's true, little brother." I confessed with a sly grin on my face. "But, all you have to do is tell me you wouldn't like to do that and I'll never bring it up again."

Bobby didn't say anything as we looked at each other for several more seconds. "Uh huh. That's just what I thought." I finally said. "I'd kinda like that, too."

Then, looking directly into my little brother's eyes, I squeezed his cock again and watched his eyes close as he stood there, letting me feel his girth grow firmer in my hand. It was difficult to keep from doing more, but, I didn't want to push it this early in his punishment because I wanted Bobby to see me as being on his side -- rooting for him to finish his punishment successfully. 

"You know," I said, "you made the right decision. About taking the punishment, I mean." 

"I can't imagine what's going through your head right now," I added, as I released his cock from my grip and tenderly stroked his organ up and down, "but, you have to be strong, Bobby. You have to look at the next seven days as a test...... a test of your willingness to admit what you did was wrong. And, if you're going to convince me and Mom that you're really sorry for the way you behaved, you're going to have to go along with everything. You get that, right?" 

"I know." Bobby replied. "It's just that..... uh....."

"It's what?" I asked.

"Sandra, you have no idea how humiliating this is for me." Bobby answered. "If you guys do everything Mom said you were going to do, don't you think that's a little excessive?"

I told Bobby I understood. Then I reminded him of all the cruel things he'd done to us and the way he treated us since Dad died. I reminded him about what he did to Mom's car and how he stole money from our purses. I went into detail, recalling a whole list of things he'd done to deserve being punished.

"Bobby, the whole idea of this punishment is to make it so distasteful for you that you'll regret what you did and never even think about treating us like that again." I explained. "We have to make this unbearably hard for you, otherwise, who's to say you won't try the same thing in the future?" 

We looked at each other while I let that thought sink into his head and then said something that caused my little brother to really stop and think.

"Look," I added, "you have seven days of difficult punishment coming. You're not going to make it through if you don't accept the situation and trust us. I promise you'll get through this if you'll just have some faith. I know that might seem impossible to do right now because you feel we're being unfair. But, can you at least try to trust us? I promise I won't let you down."

A small smile turned up at the edges of Bobby's lips and he nodded his head. About that time, I heard Mom's foot steps bounding up the stairs so I let go of his straining cock and quickly reached down to pull his panties back just as Mom stepped into Bobby's room.




Punishing The Unruly Son Ch. 04



"Okay, those are keepers." Mom said as she pointed to the panties Bobby was wearing. "Sandra, take those off of him so we can cool him down and try the next set on."

You know, there was something about the way those little girl panties and the bralette looked on him that really excited me. The combination of knowing they were meant for a little girl.... the cute pattern on the cotton panties and the thin material of the bralette, that made him look incredibly appealing and lovable. If it had been me, I probably would have made Bobby twirl around and bend over so I could look at him from all those angles and I would have found a reason to check the fit several more times just so I could touch him while he was dressed like that. 

And, oh Gawd...... that thick, gorgeous cock of his was hard and poking up out over the waistband of those pink panties, and it cried out to be adored. I wanted to reach out and feel him all over -- to run my hands over the bulge where his balls were tightly nestled and then trace my fingers up his shaft and encircle the head of his penis with my fingers. Mom ruined my fun, though, by insisting we had to cool him off and try on the rest of his new lingerie. 

So, that's what we did for the next hour and a half. Bobby tired on all his bras and panties while we assisted him with all the straps and the different kinds of clasps and panties. We taught him how to put his bras on and after the first few, he got it down pat. Mom and I both made comments with each of the sets he tried on. I was surprised when Mom started talking to him like she might talk to her daughter trying on clothes, using words like 'beautiful', 'pretty' and 'sweet'. She told him he looked cute when he blushed, even telling him that "Mommy was so proud of him." 

I hadn't heard her refer to herself as 'Mommy' for a long, long time, but, her use of the word fit in perfectly with what we were doing and I think it heightened his awareness of what was happening to him by using the words she chose. 

Amazingly, Mom touched him very little. Yes, she checked the fit of every piece he put on, but, she didn't touch his bare penis much at all. Since I was usually helping him with his panties, I got to be the one who adjusted his cock inside each pair of panties, so I got to touch him a lot, and when Mom wasn't looking, I made sure I snaked my fingers across the sensitive areas of his cockhead as much as I could. Of course, Bobby knew I was doing this on purpose, but I don't think Mom picked up on it. 

Just like you'd imagine, he got constant erections -- with every new pair of panties he'd start getting hard again. He got so many hard-ons, Mom and I went through all the washcloths Mom brought up and we had to go get more cold water to soak them in. And, while he tried each bra and panty set on and modeled them for us, my own panties got wetter and wetter. Honestly, I didn't care after a while. He was getting erections at the rate of one every five minutes, and there's only so much of that a girl can take. 

I got to see his cock go from soft to hard many times, and each time it happened, I watched him closely to see what exactly occurred -- how his cock transformed from being a flaccid, tranquil penis to a powerful, impressive erection. I learned two things I felt would be important pieces of knowledge for the future, and that was: 1) he was more likely to get erect quicker if he touched the bras and panties himself before he was dressed in them, and, 2) the longer he wore them and the longer we looked at him and touched him, the harder he'd get. 

As he tried all of it on, I still couldn't get the image of Bobby in the bralettes and the little girl cotton panties off my mind -- they were my favorites on him. After I thought for a minute, I finally put my finger on it..... exactly why I liked the bralettes and cotton panties the best. It was simple - in all the other sets we bought, he looked like my brother dressed in lingerie. But when he tried on the bralettes and the cotton panties, his appearance was more of a boy dressed as a girl. And, although all of the bras and panties were cute and drew varying degrees of blushes from my little brother, the cotton panties and the bralettes looked so darling on him, and I couldn't stop thinking about him wearing them.

The other set I truly loved was the crotch-less panties and peek-a-boo bra my mother picked out. They were nothing short of absolutely slutty. The way Bobby's balls hung down between the slit of the crotch-less panties and the way his cock stretched out as he modeled them was something I wish we could have photographed. As I looked at him wearing them, I drew in a gasp of air thinking how perfect they would be after his bikini wax tomorrow. The absence of his pubic hair would highlight his bare, white skin against the black lace and deliver the most amazing image of a well hung man, perfectly hairless, wearing a pair of crotch-less panties. I imagined him standing in them with his magnificent, hairless cock perfectly framed in the black lace, straining up and throbbing for me to touch. It made me start to leak again.

When we were done trying all Bobby's bras and panties on him, everything fit except one bra and panty set Mom bought. We put those back in the bag and, surprisingly enough, Mom let Bobby pick out the bra and panty set he wanted to wear while we made dinner and before I gave him his bath. He picked the ones that looked the most masculine -- the microfiber boyshort set I picked out, and as Mom dressed him in them, she told him we'd dress him again after his bath in something attractive for his spanking.

Until today, the idea of a man wearing panties, especially the idea of my little brother wearing panties, had never crossed my mind and I would have considered it very effeminate for a male to do so. Sure, I'd heard jokes about men wearing panties and even seen pictures on the internet of guys wearing panties, but, it was so far removed from the truth as far as I was concerned, I never paid any attention to it. But now, after buying his panties and seeing them on him, it tweaked a part of me I knew I couldn't ignore. Being honest with myself, I knew this was something new and marvelous I'd have to explore -- either with my little brother, or with someone else who was open to it.

I hoped I could craft a bargain with Bobby when his punishment was over so he'd let me continue to dress him up and see him wearing them, and I was completely willing to let him see me in my bras and panties. I was even willing to let him have my worn panties -- if that's what he wanted, or let him wear my clean ones if that's where his panty interests were.

In all, I have to say Mom's idea of dressing Bobby in bras and panties opened a door for me I knew I'd have to walk through. As far as I was concerned, from now on, any man I was serious about would need to be willing to wear panties for me. Of course, I'd never put him in a position to be embarrassed or humiliated in front of his friends or mine, and I'd always keep it just between us. But, judging from the way it excited me to dress my brother up and see him wearing frilly, girly underwear, I knew I'd been introduced to something I'd never be able to walk away from.

Before she left Bobby's room, Mom told Bobby to get some scissors and start cutting all the tags off his lingerie carefully and bring them downstairs to put in the washing machine. Then turning to me, she asked me to supervise what he was doing while she excused herself to go to the bathroom. 

I giggled to myself as she walked away knowing full well what she'd discover when she lowered her panties to sit down on the toilet. If her panties were anything like mine, they'd be sopping wet. I got a little jolt of excitement between my legs thinking about Mom being turned on by my little brother.... her own son..... and quite frankly, I began to wonder which of us -- Mom or me - would be first to step outside her rules and do something outright sexual with Bobby. 

If she brought the subject up, I promised myself I'd find a way to let her know that she had my full blessing to proceed without any objections at all. In return, I hoped she'd allow me the same. 

Bobby and I eyed each other as he carefully removed the tags from the bras and panties Mom and I bought for him at the mall. With Mom was out of the room, it gave me another chance to talk to him privately. But I let that opportunity pass, for now, hoping he'd be the one to say something to me.

I didn't have to wait long before Bobby glanced over at me, and, referring to our previous conversation in the living room, asked me why I thought he had an interest in panties. 

After I stopped laughing, I came right out and told him we'd found the panties he stole from me and Mom in his drawer while we were boxing up all his clothes from his room. 

"Shit." Bobby said, dejectedly. "You mean she knows I had her underwear?"

"Uh huh." I answered. "But, don't tell her I told you that because I think she's hoping you'll come clean and make a confession sometime during your punishment."

"Which, by the way...." I added, "I strongly recommend you do. You might find there's a benefit to anything you confess, along with receiving immunity for whatever you've done."

"Immunity, huh?" Bobby answered with a sarcastic chuckle. "That sounds like something from one of those reality TV shows."

"Laugh if you want," I replied, "but, anytime you can get forgiveness for something you've done and avoid the punishment for it, I'd say that's worth considering."

"Was she pissed off about the panties?" Bobby asked me.

"I don't think so." I said truthfully. "But, I think it's fair to say she and I both know there's something about panties that turns you on -- we just don't know exactly what it is yet, or, how far it goes. Plus, the amount of hard-ons you got while you tried on your lingerie was enough to prove you've got some kind of panty fetish, little brother. So, you're already busted and if I were you, I'd think about it carefully. When the time comes, I'd speak up about swiping the panties and make a complete confession. And that means everything, Bobby...... tell us how long you've been doing it, what you do with them..... every lurid and nasty detail. You better be ready to make a complete confession."

"So, is that what prompted you to offer me that deal earlier?" He asked. "That mutually beneficial arrangement you eluded to?"

"Absolutely." I replied firmly. "But, we don't have time to talk about that now, and I don't think it would be good if Mom overheard us talking about it, either. I'll just say this, though...... in return for certain things, I'd be happy to help you satisfy all your panty fetish desires. Let's leave it at that, for now, and we can discuss it at length when we get the chance."

"I'll tell you one more thing," I added quickly, "I've already had to change my panties once today because they were sopping wet after seeing you naked and holding that cock of yours in my hands. I expect Mom's in there right now changing her panties, too."

I sat on his computer desk chair and watched while he continued to snip the tags off his bras and panties. He didn't look at me for a bit, but when he finally did, he shrugged his shoulders and started to speak.

"Look...uh..." Bobby mumbled, "I know there's nothing I can say to get out of this, so I'm not even going to try. But, I'm gonna take your advice. I'll go through whatever you and Mom have planned for me. And, by the way..... yes, I do trust you." 

"Thank you." I answered. "But, Bobby. Let's be honest with each other, okay? If you take a minute and think about it, you've got an amazing opportunity here. There are two women right here in your own house that think you've got the most beautiful cock on the face of the planet. What guy your age has that kind of opportunity? If you play your cards right, this could be the greatest seven days of your life. Who cares if there's a little embarrassment or humiliation along the way? And besides, Mom loves you too much to let anything bad happen to you. You know that."

"If you were smart," I added, "you'd just do everything you were told as cheerfully and willingly as possible, and you'd go out of your way to be nice, considerate and obedient. If you did that, I think you'd be rewarded so much, you'll actually enjoy the next seven days."

I could see my little brother was thinking about what I just said. I might have let the cat out of the bag, but, he was going to discover that himself in a day or two, anyway -- I was absolutely confident of that. At least this way, though, he'd have a reason to stick with the punishment and he'd see I was right if he played along. I knew mother was experiencing the same feelings I was. I could tell it in her eyes and the way she'd been staring at his cock. I also suspected she wouldn't be able to hide it very much longer. I suspected she wanted his cock as much as I did and I knew it was just a matter of time before one of us admitted it. Hopefully, my kid brother was smart enough to read between the lines and he'd just do what he was told and sit back and enjoy his rewards. 

When Mom came back from the bathroom, she stood next to him and watched as he snipped more tags from his bras and panties. Turning to look at me, she asked if I'd go down and get started on dinner while she helped him with the last of the tags. I knew there would be times she'd want to talk with him alone, so I got right up and went down to the kitchen and started to preheat the oven and get out what we needed.

I was tempted to sneak up and listen to what they were saying, but, I knew it would be bad if she caught me, so I forced myself to stay busy.



Punishing The Unruly Son Ch. 05



AUTHOR’S NOTE: This story is about the lewd, provocative and embarrassing punishment a young man gets from his mother and sister because of his bad behavior, and, how the punishment affects all of them. It is not BDSM. All the characters are over 18 years of age and members of the same family. Please select another story from the vast Literotica library if this doesn’t interest you. 

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Twenty minutes later, Mom and Bobby came down stairs and I tried not to stare at either of them. One thing I noticed was that Bobby didn’t have an erection anymore. His cock was neatly stuffed into his boyshort panties, creating a bulge in the front, nicely showing off his balls and the outline of his soft cock underneath the stretchy material. 

As we made dinner, Bobby was asked to cut up some cherry tomatoes for our salad, and while he stood at the counter doing that, Mom suggested that I lower his panties to his knees. 

“He’s got to get used to being naked – anytime and anyplace.” Mom said, clearly loud enough for Bobby to hear. “We’ll decide if he gets to wear anything, and, we’ll be the ones to decide when he’s going to be exposed and on display. That’s the rules.”

So, I did as she said. Walking up behind him and putting my thumbs into the waistband of his boyshorts, I slipped them down to just above his knees, playfully pinching his butt cheeks and went back to what I was doing. A few minutes later, Mom was telling us she’d like us all to pitch in and help her clean the house as one of our projects during the seven days. She started listing off several things she’d like to do…… moving some of the furniture around in the living room and vacuuming the shades on the lamps. As she talked, she casually strolled over to Bobby and reached down to grasp his cock.

Without so much as a glance to him, she began to stroke his cock while she asked me what I thought about turning the table around in the dining room. As Bobby cut the cherry tomatoes, she continued to stroke him until he had a full erection and then simply reached down and pulled his panties back up and walked away, never once breaking her train of thought or interrupting her conversation with me. She did, though, casually wash her hands after touching his cock and before slicing up the roll of french bread we were going to have with dinner. I thought that was terribly amusing. 

When dinner was ready, we all sat down at the table and Mom thanked Bobby and me for helping prepare our meal. Looking quickly at Bobby, she asked him to get a bottle of salad dressing from the refrigerator. As soon as he stepped into the kitchen, she leaned over to me and told me I needed to start taking more liberties with him - touching him, stroking him and showing him I was in control. 

“Make him hard, Sandra.” Mom whispered over to me, with a sly smile on her face. “Make him stand next to you while you play with him and I’ll watch. Once he’s hard and all worked up, tell him to go sit down and eat.”

Bobby came in with the bottle of salad dressing, and Mom told him to bring it around the table and hand it to me. When he got close to me, I reached out, put my hand on his arm and pulled right him next to me. Doing exactly as she suggested, I told him to stand still, then I reached out to lower his panties down his thighs. 

I stood up next to Bobby and wrapped my fingers around his soft penis. Very slowly, I began to pump his meaty shaft until I felt it start to respond and grow thicker in my hand. Mom was sitting there quietly, holding her napkin in her hands with her eyes glued to my little brother’s cock, and as I worked his rod into a half hard-on, her eyes seemed to gloss over and she appeared to be lightly biting her lower lip.

It didn’t take very long for me to work my little brother’s soft cock into a full erection. Once I was sure he was completely erect, I stopped rubbing him and grasped the base of his package and bent his cock down so it was pointing across the table at Mom.

“Look at Mom, Bobby.” I said, nudging him repeatedly until he turned his body so he was facing directly at our mother. “I want you to stand there, look her right in the eyes, and let her look at your nakedness. And, while you’re standing there, I want you to realize that by the time your punishment is over, she and I will know everything there is to know about your penis.”

Mom’s eyes never once left his crotch, and she made no effort to coach me about what to do or when to stop. I finally adjusted my hand on his shaft and started stroking his cock the same way I’d seen Mom do. I stopped every now and then and squeezed his rod from bottom to top looking for some precum to bubble out from the tip of his cock. When none appeared, I did it again, stroking him for thirty seconds at a time, and then trying to milk up some precum to his cock head. I kept it up until I finally saw a shiny bead of liquid ooze out from the slit at the top of my little brother’s cock. 

I touched my finger to the tip of my brother’s cock and held it up to his mouth and he dutifully licked his precum from my finger without me having to say a word, and without any delay. I repeated this until the tip of his cock was cleaned of the precum and then I casually pulled his panties back up and told him to sit down and have his dinner. Mom eyes told me she was fascinated by what she just witnessed, but just a few minutes later, we were having dinner just like nothing ever happened. I felt so powerful and nasty stroking him and making him eat his precum while he faced our mother, and my panties got a little wetter as I did it. 

As we ate, Mom told us when we were finished with dinner, I’d be taking Bobby upstairs to give him his bath. She told him she expected him to behave and let me wash him from top to bottom. Bobby looked at me, then at her, and nodded his head, telling her he understood.

“In the interest of time,” Mom said to us, “I’ll clear the table and do the dinner dishes while you two get started in the bath.”

Bobby didn’t seem the least bit upset or concerned that I’d be bathing him, or if he was, he didn’t show it. Of course, he didn’t know I was going to be shaving his underarms and his legs. Mom didn’t mention it, so I didn’t either. So far, Bobby had been remarkably good and cooperated with us, but, I had my doubts that his good behavior would continue once he found out I was going to shave him.

His punishment…. the bra and panties….. being naked….. the embarrassment and incredible humiliation he would be subjected to….. everything - all that would only last seven days, then it would be over and done with.  Surely the results of shaving his underarms and legs would last much longer than that, especially for a guy, and particularly for someone who’d never shaved those areas before. So, as I thought about it, I realized having his legs and underarms shaved was going to be something my little brother would have to deal with for a while after the punishment was over. Hopefully, he wouldn’t fight me while I shaved him, and we’d get through it without any problems.

I thought a minute about Mom’s plan to have his bikini area waxed. If she really did it, that would leave his whole body hairless. He didn’t have any chest hair and nothing but light fuzz on his arms. I knew men valued their beards, mustaches and body hair as a sign of masculinity and virility, and I wondered how Bobby would react once his body was completely hairless. 

Somewhere in those thoughts, I began to daydream, visualizing my hairless little brother daintily dressed in a pair of white, little girl style cotton panties and a thin cotton training bra. In my vision, he was standing directly in front of me, no more than a foot away. His cock, just a fat bulge inside those cute little panties, would still be soft and resting, waiting for me to awaken it. 

I’d reach out and touch him, very gently – raking my fingernails across his bulge while I told him how cute he looked. I’d make him stand there while I teased him and talked to him very softly, and as I spoke, I’d be touching him – caressing his balls and cradling that bulge in my hand. Little by little, Bobby’s penis would start to grow and his meat would begin to strain against the cotton material of his underpants. I’d see the outline of his erection as it grew and the shape of his cock head trying to poke a hole in his cute little panties. But, the material would hold tight against the pressure, finally tenting up to show me he was sporting a serious erection inside his darling little girl underpants.

I saw myself pulling him closer to me and gently lowering his cute panties to the top of his thighs and grasping his thick cock with both my hands. Then, I’d lean down and take that magnificent cock in my mouth.

That, I’m sure, would end up being the longest blowjob in history. I’d want to suck and lick him – all of him - for hours on end. I’d delight in playing with his cock head in my mouth by running my tongue all over it and covering it with wet, slobbery kisses. I’d caress and kiss his shaft slowly and gently, holding his throbbing package in my hands as I made love to his entire cock with my mouth. It wouldn’t be my intent to make him cum. Oh, no – I’d want to savor his deliciousness as long as I could. I’d hold his rod in my warm mouth and watch him squirm with delight while I used every trick I’ve ever learned to bring him to the brink of cuming, and then abruptly stop until his urge passed. Then, I’d start again – and I’d do it over and over again. For hours. Maybe even days. 

I’d give him the longest, most sensual and memorable suck job in the whole world. I’d want to have his cock quivering in my hands, trembling in my mouth and throbbing uncontrollably. I’d want to hear him moaning from the sensations I was causing and feeling his body desperately aching for me to let him cum in my mouth. Yes, that’s what I wanted to do – worship that beautiful cock…. drive him out of his wits with my mouth and reduce him to a quivering mass of boy, begging me to let him cum.

That daydream, as wonderful as it was, was broken when I heard Mom call my name and say something to me. I looked up at her quickly to see she was handing me a basket of bread across the dinner table, and saying something to Bobby. I was sopping wet again between my legs, but, that didn’t surprise me at all. I was getting used to the feeling, and I liked it. The only problem was, I needed to make myself cum and I couldn’t foresee an opportunity to make that happen until late tonight, when Mom and I retired to our rooms to go to bed. Nevertheless, I made a solemn vow to myself that I’d close my eyes when I went to bed tonight and dream up something incredibly nasty while my fingers danced between my legs. I owed myself that much.

Dinner lasted much longer than I thought it would. As I was just finishing, Mom casually suggested I go upstairs and get everything I needed for Bobby’s bath and let him know when I was ready. I knew what she was eluding to – she wanted me to gather up everything I needed to shave my little brother and have it all ready so I wouldn’t have to leave Bobby alone in the bathroom. So, without much fanfare, I excused myself from the table and set out to get what I needed. 

I picked up two fresh towels and a washcloth out of the linen cabinet and put a fresh blade in my razor. I love this razor, even though the blades are ridiculously expensive, and I knew it was the best one to use on my little brother’s body. I didn’t want to cut him; in fact, I wanted him to see how nice it was to have silky smooth bare legs and underarms. This meant I’d have to be careful and show confidence while I shaved him. And to ensure it went well for him, instead of shaving gel, I opted to use intensive care lotion as I shaved him. I know from experience he’d get a much smoother and closer shave with the lotion, and the chance of nicks would be drastically reduced.

I folded all the shaving stuff up inside the towels and took it all into the bathroom and glanced toward the tub. Sweeping the shower curtain out of the way, I bent down and took all his boy stuff out – his macho body wash and his male shampoo. I stashed all that under the sink and made sure there was enough of my shampoo and conditioner to do his hair. My own lavender body wash and puff was there, and I decided that’s what I’d use to wash his body. 

When I was ready, I went down stairs to find Mom and my brother still in the dining room. Mom had turned her chair and Bobby was standing in front of her. His panties were pulled down again and she was holding his erect cock with both her hands. 

Feeling like I might have interrupted something, I stopped for a second when I saw them, but, she nodded to me and told me to come closer. “Feel how hard your little brother’s penis is right now.” Mom said to me. 

As I reached down to feel him, Mom moved one of her hands and I snuggled my fingers next to hers and squeezed Bobby’s cock. “See?” Mom asked. “I think he’s excited about you giving him a bath.”

“I told him you’d have to wash him all over, Sandra.” Mom added. “Even his cute little bottom, and I want you to make sure he’s squeaky clean back there.”

Mom giggled as she told me how he’d gotten much harder when she was talking about his bath and how I was going to be touching him very intimately. “Didn’t you, Sweetheart?” Mom asked Bobby.

Bobby instantly turned a deep shade of red. “Yes.” Bobby croaked. 

“Now, tell the truth to Mommy.” She asked. “You’re excited about your big sister giving you a bath. Isn’t that right?”

I could feel my brother’s cock jerk when Mom asked him that. Almost simultaneously, she and I both squeezed him and Mom’s hand gently moved up and down on his shaft. When I felt her hand move, I moved mine in unison with hers and we stroked him two or three times as his face reddened even more. She didn’t press him for an answer to her question, but, the throbbing of his cock told me Mom was right.

“Okay you two,” Mom said, “go up and get going in the bath. I’ll be up to see how you’re doing once I have the kitchen cleaned.”

Then turning her head and giving me a quick look, Mom said we’d be on our own until she was done in the kitchen. “Don’t make me come up there, Bobby.” She warned him, and then gave me another look as if to emphasize the fact that she wouldn’t interrupt us for a while. 

Finally letting go of his cock, she told me to pull his panties up and get going. “Remember, your sister has every right to make decisions and be in charge.” Mom reminded Bobby as we walked away. “I expect you to cooperate and do whatever she says.”

As we turned the corner out of the dining room, I reached down and took hold of Bobby’s hand to lead him upstairs. Interestingly enough, Bobby grasped my hand back in the same way a boyfriend and girlfriend would hold hands. It struck me as odd at first, but after a few steps, I tightened my grip just a little, and he did, too. It was actually kind of nice and I didn’t feel any hesitation as we went up the stairs and turned together into the bathroom.

We came to a stop in front of the double sink, both of us looking at each other’s reflections in the large mirror that hung there. Looking up into his eyes, I couldn’t stop from reaching down and cupping his package in my hands. 

“Listen,” I said, “during the next seven days, I know there’s going to be times you’ll be alone with Mom, and, there’s going to be times when you’re alone with me.”  

“I’m not going to ask you any questions about what you and Mom talk about, or what the two of you do when I’m not there.” I added. “If you want to tell me, that’s your decision. Hopefully, though, you’ll keep anything you and I say, or do, just between us. Understand what I’m saying here?”

Bobby answered immediately, saying he completely knew what I meant.

“Good.” I replied, slipping my hand into his panties and wrapping my fingers around his cock head while we looked at each other in the mirror. I casually told that being able to trust each other would end up benefitting both of us, and as he told me again he  understood, I pulled his panties down just enough to tuck them under his balls. Then, turning and looking directly up into his eyes, I have him a nice smile, leaned down and took the head of his cock between my lips and gently sucked on him.

I felt him shudder and reach out to the grab the counter to steady himself. I lightly sucked around the rim of his cock head for a few seconds and pulled away to look back up at him. 

“Am I the first one to ever do that to you?” I asked. “To suck your cock?”

“Uh huh.” My brother answered, stunned and clearly surprised that I’d actually taken his cock in my mouth.

“If you ask me nicely,” I added, “I’ll suck it a little longer for you.”

My little brother was virtually speechless and completely taken aback by my offer. “This is probably one of those things we need to keep just between us.” I mentioned, waiting for him to say something.

But, Bobby didn’t waste much time before he answered, asking me in a hushed tone simply to suck him again.

“Oh, come on.” I said. “You have to be nice to a girl who’s about to suck your cock, Little Brother. Think about it and ask me again, but this time, use my name. Be sure to say the word ‘please’ and be nice about it. If you do that, you’ll be amazed at what might happen.”

Again, Bobby didn’t waste much time, and in just a few seconds said, “Sandra, I’ve never been lucky enough to have a girl suck me down there. For that matter,” Bobby continued, “I’ve never been lucky enough to do anything with a girl, much less that. I’d really appreciate it if you could suck me again. I promise I’ll never forget it if you do.”

“Ah,” I said, giggling, “does that mean my little brother is a virgin?”

Bobby nodded his head as a slight blush spread across his cheeks.

“Never even been to first base? Never even felt a girl’s boobs?” I asked.

“No.” Bobby answered.

“I see.” I said, stroking his cock as we looked at each other in the mirror. “Maybe I can help change all that for you. Would you like that?” I asked.

“Including having sex?” He answered.

“Honestly,” I replied, “I think it’s only fair that Mom gets the first shot at taking your boyhood from you, but, if she’s not interested or if she takes too long…… then, sure. I’d love to be your first. I’d even let you cum inside me.”

With that, I kneeled down in front of my brother and sucked his cock head into my mouth again, but this time when I did it, I stroked his cock with my right hand and reached under him with my left and gently held his balls. Then, slowly, I took more and more of his cock into my mouth, feeling it fill me as each inch went past my lips. He was so thick, my jaw was all the way open and I had to flatten my tongue out at the bottom of my mouth to make room for that monster cock of his.

I held his cock firmly in my hand, stopping for a second to make sure I could still hear Mom down in the kitchen. Secured in the fact that I could hear water turning on and off at the sink downstairs, I began to slowly jack his beautiful member as I gently bobbed up and down on this thick rod.

I stopped for a few seconds and looked up at him with his cock in my mouth. Then, keeping my eyes locked on his, I jacked and sucked him for a long time, watching him closely for the signs that he might cum. After a few minutes, Bobby’s head tilted back, his eyes closed and he let out a huge gasp of air. At the same time, I felt his balls tighten and pull up into his crotch and I knew he was dangerously close to cuming. 

Immediately, I pulled off his cock and squeezed hard at the underside of his penis, pushing my thumb into him close to the base, until he looked down at me again.

“It’s considered polite to tell a girl before you cum in her mouth, Bobby.” I said, looking into his amazingly deep blue eyes. “Personally, I love it when I can feel a guy’s cock erupt while I’m sucking him, but, some girls don’t like that. You should say something when you’re starting to get close. Just keep that in mind.” 




Punishing The Unruly Son Ch. 05



“I’m one of those girls that love sucking cock.” I added. “I’m not sure why, but, the feeling of having something so hard and powerful in my mouth, and, knowing I’m in complete control of it is just an amazing feeling. I especially love teasing a guy and learning where their sensitive spots are before I really start driving him crazy.”

I regrasped his cock and tilted it down so I could suck him again, but, before I did, I told him I couldn’t let him cum. “You’ll understand later why I can’t let you cum right now, but, as soon as it’s safe, I promise I’ll take you all the way – from soft to hard and I’ll let you cum in my mouth.”

Bobby was almost at the breaking point by now, and I knew it – it was easy to tell. Mom and I had probably been the cause of at least thirty separate erections since we sat him down and told him how he’d be punished a few hours earlier. I knew very well that the longer we teased him and the longer we made him wait, the more ferocious his climax would be when we finally let him cum. It seemed fitting that his first cum with us would be something both Mom and I would witness together, even if it meant sacrificing my own immediate desires.

So, I lightly sucked him only another minute more and then stood up next to him and roughly pulled his face down to mine and kissed him squarely on the lips. “You’ve just tasted your own cock.” I said, chuckling a little as we pulled apart.

“That’s no big deal.” He answered as his blush returned to his face.

“Some guys won’t ever do that.” I mused, poking his chest. 

“I’m not afraid of my own taste.” He said.

“That’s nice to know.” I replied, chuckling. “I guess we’ll have to see just how you feel about a mouthful of your own sperm, huh?”

“It doesn’t bother me.” Bobby answered. “But, don’t tell Mom that, okay?”

“Fine.” I said, giggling. “But, you realize I might have to make you prove it?”

“Believe me,” he said, “you’re totally welcome to test me on that.”

“That turns me on to hear you say that, Bobby.” I moaned. “I love a guy that’s confident enough to kiss me after a blow job, or, eat his own cum. That’s a major turn on for me, and, Mom told me Dad used to like doing that, too.”

Next, I did something I probably shouldn’t have done, but, I just couldn’t help myself. I looked him straight in the eyes and pushed my hand down into my shorts.

Immediately, his eyes dropped to watch me in the mirror, and I made it obvious to him I was rubbing myself over my panties. “I’m sopping wet down here.” I moaned up to him. “This is the second pair of panties I’ve gone through today, Bobby, and it’s all your fault.”

I pulled my hand out of my shorts and held it up to his nose. “Recognize that smell?” I asked, holding my fingers under his nostrils. “I bet you’ve smelled my panties a hundred times, haven’t you? I bet you know exactly what I smell like…… it’s probably engrained so deep in your memory, you’d still be able to recognize my scent years from now.”

Bobby shocked me when he reached up and moved my fingers to his mouth and sucked them clean. “You taste good.” He said, moving my fingers back to his nose. “I never thought I’d get the chance to actually taste it from your fingers.”

Pulling my hand away from his, I slipped my hand down the front of my shorts again and looked at his reflection in the mirror. His eyes were on fire - staring at what I was doing, and, without considering the consequences, I spread my feet a little and began running my fingers up and down the slit between my lips.

“I’m touching it.” I whispered to his reflection in the mirror. “Gawd, I’m so wet, Bobby. I’m drenched down there.”

As he watched, I made no effort to hide what I was doing. My fingers were pressing into the sopping wet material between my legs and I was rubbing myself up and down, creasing my panties deeply into my slit. Time after time I did it - touching myself lewdly all the way from my clit down to the entrance of my pussy, and then back again. My fingers were coated with the natural lubrication from my vagina, and when I pulled them out of my shorts and held them up in front of him, they glistened as if they’d been coated with oil.

“Juicy, huh?” I asked, looking up at my little brother. 

As soon as he began to answer me, I stuck my fingers in his mouth and held them there. “Suck.” I whispered. “Get a good taste of me.”

I held my fingers in Bobby’s mouth while he sucked my vaginal juices from them. He never took his eyes off mine, and the whole time he cleaned my fingers, I nodded my head to him and gave him encouraging looks of praise.

“You told us downstairs you refer to your penis as your ‘Cock’.” I said, quietly, pulling my fingers from his mouth. “What word do you use for our vaginas?”

“Cunt.” Bobby replied, immediately.

I couldn’t stop myself from reaching up and slapping my little brother’s cheek smartly. It was a reflex action that happened so fast, I didn’t even realize what I’d done until his eyes popped open and he turned to look at me in surprise.

“You better not let Mom hear you say that word.” I chastised my brother. “And, I don’t like it much either.”

Then, quickly I explained to Bobby that he should probably use the words ‘Pussy’ or ‘Vagina’ to refer to us down there. And, although maybe his friends thought it was appropriate, or maybe he’d seen it on the internet, I assured him that Mom and I would probably take offense to it.

Bobby rubbed the sting on his cheek with his hand and nodded his head, telling me he was sorry. Honestly, I wasn’t that offended, but, as he apologized, I glanced up to see the red mark my hand left on the side of his face and I got a little rush of excitement and power as I looked at it. 

I actually stuck him. I stuck my little brother and he did nothing about it! This, in itself was amazing because I’d never seen him back down from something like this. He’d always attack back, and always with more force than necessary to pay me back. So, seeing the way he stood there and let me slap him – I took this as a sign that he had resigned himself to being submissive and obedient to me. And, I liked that feeling. 

“Do you want me to touch myself some more?” I asked, looking again at his reflection in the mirror.

Bobby nodded his head, looking down at my shorts and then back up at my face.

“Ask me.” I replied. “Ask me to touch myself.”

“Can you…. uh….. touch yourself again?” Bobby asked.

“Jeez, Little Brother.” I chuckled. “You can ask better than that. I want to hear you say ‘Vagina’, Bobby. I want you to look me right in the eyes and ask me in the most sincerest way possible to touch my vagina. Beg me.”

Bobby’s face turned a deep shade of red and he took a long breath.  He opened his mouth to begin to speak, but, nothing came out at first. He tried again, this time, saying, “Sandra, please….. I’m begging you. Please touch your vagina again.”

“My what?” I asked, pretending I didn’t hear him.

“Your vagina, Sandra.” Bobby replied. “Please touch your vagina again.”

“My cunt?” I answered. “You want me to touch my cunt?”

“No.” Bobby said, abruptly. “Your vagina, Sandra. I want to watch you touch your vagina again.”

“Oh, I see.” I said, sarcastically. “You want to see me touch my vagina?”

“Yes.” Bobby answered. “Your vagina.”

Teasing him now, I asked him why he’d ever want to see me do something nasty like that. You should have seen the look of frustration that flooded all over his face, and then the look of hesitation when I stood there waiting for his answer.

“Because you want to smell my vagina again? Is that it?” I asked. “You want to smell my smell? My girl smell?”

Bobby nodded his head, but, didn’t say a word.

“And because you want to taste my fingers again, too?” I asked. “You don’t just want to smell me, do you, Little Brother? You want to taste your big sister’s vagina again, don’t you?”

“Oh, Gawd, Sandra….. please.” Bobby moaned. “Yes, I want to see you touch your vagina and then I want to lick your fingers again.”   

“I love hearing you say that word.” I whispered, pushing my hand down into my shorts a third time. But, this time, I went down inside my panties slipping my middle finger all the way inside my wet pussy and nastily looking up at him, smirking.

“My finger is inside me.” I whispered again. “Inside my vagina, Bobby. I’m actually touching myself inside my vagina….. just because you asked me to. See what a nice sister I am?”

“I’m really wet down there.” I continued. “I can feel the wetness gushing out all over my fingers… all over my whole hand, Bobby. I bet you’d really love to smell and lick my fingers clean now? Wouldn’t you?”

“Fuuccckkkk.” Bobby moaned, closing his eyes and shaking his head up and down. “Come on, Sandra, you know I would.”

“Oh, I know you would.” I giggled. “But, I want you to do something first, Little Brother. I want to hear you say you’ve been sniffing and licking the panties from my hamper. We both know you’ve been doing it, but, I want to hear you say it. I want you to tell me in your own words how you’ve been taking my panties, and sniffing my smell and licking my secretions. I want to hear you say you’ve been putting my panties in your mouth and sucking my wetness from the crotch panel. Then, you can have my fingers to sniff and lick.”

I don’t know where those words came from. They just seemed to flow out of my mouth effortlessly. And, they came out so unrehearsed, I even surprised myself. But, looking up at Bobby’s face and seeing the anguish in his eyes only made it that much better for me. I longed to hear him say he’d been coveting my panties… that he’d been sniffing my pussy smell and tasting me – tasting my pussy…. his own sister’s pussy. 

My finger found the bud of my clit as we looked at each other, and as I circled it and rubbed my little pleasure spot, Bobby’s eyes looked down at my hand inside my shorts and then back up at me.

“Okay, it’s true.” Bobby finally said, shrugging his shoulders and nodding his head. “I’ve been watching your hamper and taking your panties.”

“And?” I said. “What else?”

“And, I’ve been smelling your vagina smell and licking your panties….. sucking them to get the taste out of them” Bobby added.

“While you jack off?” I asked.

Bobby nodded his head. “Yes.” He answered. 

“And Mom’s panties, too.” I asked. “Right?” 

This time, Bobby didn’t say anything. He just nodded his head again. When he did, I pulled my hand out of my panties and held it up in front of him.

“Go ahead.” I said, softly.

Bobby looked up at me and his eyebrows raised up in apprehension. “Really.” I said. “Go ahead. You can sniff or suck…… anything you want. I told you I’d let you have them. So, go ahead.”

I watched as my little brother reached out and took my slimy hand in his and pulled it to his face. He didn’t disappoint me, that’s for sure – first wiping my fingers under his nose and taking several long sniffs. Then, as if he was in a dream, he moved my fingers to his mouth and began to suck my thick, sisterly juices.

His hand drifted down to his cock and he wrapped his fingers around it and he started to stroke his thick tool. Quickly, I pushed his hand away and grasped his member myself.

“No, no, no.” I whispered up to him as he sucked my fingers. “You know you can’t do that. I’ll let it slide this time, but, if Mom or I see you do that again, you’ll probably lose your reward.”

“Be honest with me now…..” I asked him as he sucked my juice coated fingers, “if you had the chance to see me naked, or see me in my panties, which would you choose?”

“Both.” He said, pulling my fingers from his mouth. “I could spend hours looking at you in your panties…. sniffing you and licking you while you wore them. But, eventually I’d ask you to pull them off and sit on my face.”

“Oh, I’d really like that.” I answered, giggling.

At that moment, all I wanted to do was rip off my clothes, throw him on the floor and fuck him until I didn’t have the strength to move anymore. I wouldn’t even care if Mom came in and saw me riding him like a bucking bronco. He’d already pushed enough of my buttons to throw all caution and social beliefs to the wind and sink my wet pussy down on that thick shaft of his. Brother or not, I was getting very close to doing something that would most assuredly cross the line and I didn’t care one iota. I wanted to suck that beautiful cock and make it explode in my mouth. I wanted to feel his thick package pushing its way into my pussy and filling me to the brim. Somehow and someway, I was going to get both – I just hoped I wouldn’t have to wait too long.

To be continued.



Punishing The Unruly Son Ch. 06



AUTHOR'S NOTE: This story is about the lewd, provocative and embarrassing punishment a young man gets from his mother and sister because of his bad behavior, and, how the punishment affects all of them. It is not BDSM. All the characters are over 18 years of age and members of the same family. Please select another story from the vast Literotica library if this doesn't interest you. 

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Standing there in the bathroom after just sucking little brother's magnificent cock into my mouth and letting him sniff and lick my pussy juice coated fingers, I knew I had to shake all those nasty, greedy thoughts out of my head and get on with his bath. As hard as it was to do, I knew Mom would be up to check on our progress soon, so I stepped away from Bobby and forced myself to think about how I was going to manage the difficult task of shaving and bathing him. 

"Look," I said to him, "I've got to give you a bath, you already know that. But," I paused for a second and added, "I also have to shave your legs and underarms. It's part of your punishment."

A look of sheer disbelief and absolute horror swept across my brother's face as he heard my words. I fully expected some kind of reaction from him, and as soon as I saw it starting to surface, I reached down and took both his hands in mine and told him not to say a word.

"Bobby," I began, "you don't have a choice in this. I am going to shave you, and if you don't let me do it, you'll fail your punishment, and you know what that means. I don't want that to happen and I'm sure you don't, either."

I explained that his body hair would grow back, and in time, no one would ever be able to tell. I also reminded him of what I said to him earlier -- that I'd help him through the rough parts of his punishment, like this part, and then reminded him about the reward system. 

"Right now," I said softly, "I'd say you were definitely on track to get a nice reward tonight. And I promise you, if you cooperate with me on this, I'll make sure Mom knows how good you were and I'll convince her to give you an extra special reward before you go to bed."

I told him I knew it would be hard for him to accept this kind of humiliation and submit to this part of his punishment, but, if he wanted to remain in the house -- living with us, he'd have to do it. 

"Bobby," I said, finally, "I'm asking you to let me do this. If you cooperate, maybe I'll think of a nice surprise to give you as a personal reward from me for your courage and bravery. You know, it would be something special...... directly from me to you."

Bobby hadn't said a word, and it's a good thing he didn't because I could tell he was initially very, very unhappy about it. He held his tongue, though, and listened to what I said to him, and I think he finally accepted his situation.

"Alright." He said. "I guess it's no big deal. I'll do whatever you want."

I smiled up at him and he shook his head and rolled his eyes. With a forced smile back at me, he added, "I promised you and Mom I'd go along with the punishment, and I will. You don't have to do anything special to get me to do this. I'll keep my word."

I thanked him and explained that I'd shave him first, and then do his bath after we rinsed the tub out to get rid of the hair. Turning him around to face the mirror, I stood behind him and reached my hands in front of him and put the fingertips of my index fingers directly on his little nipples through the light microfiber bra he was wearing. As I leaned to the side to look in the mirror so I could see his face, I fingered his nipples and smiled at him.

"You know," I said sweetly, "I'm not so sure making you wear bras and panties is turning out to be as humiliating as Mom thought it would be. Seems to me you might even be enjoying it. But, if it's any consolation, I think you look very cute dressed in your new lingerie. I'd even go so far as to say you might want to consider keeping all your cute bras and panties once your punishment is over."

I reached up and unfastened the clasp of his bra and pulled the straps down his arms and away from his body. Then telling him to raise his right arm all the way up, I opened the drawer below the sink and pulled out my hair scissors. 

I had to chuckle when his eyes got big and he turned his head to look at me. "Relax." I said, giggling. "I'm just going to trim the hair under your arms so the long hairs won't clog the razor so much. Don't be such a baby."

He watched me closely as I reached up into his armpits and gently pulled a clump of his hair away from his underarms and trimmed it close to the skin, and dropping the hairs into the sink in front of him.

"See?" I said. "Just keep still and let me trim you up a little. Trust me, shaving you will be a lot easier once we do this."

I finished trimming under that arm and then switched to the other arm, and when I was done, I'd actually done a pretty good job with just the scissors. But, I knew actually shaving him bare is what Mom wanted, so once I put the scissors back in the drawer, I leaned over into the tub and turned the water on.

"We don't want the water too deep while we're shaving your legs." I said as I stripped his panties down his legs and stood up holding them in my hand. "Believe it or not, deep water only makes it harder, so we'll let it fill a little and we'll get started."

I told him to go ahead and get in the tub, and he did, sitting down in half an inch of water, looking up at me as we waited for it to fill up. Jokingly, I lifted his panties to my face and I exaggerated a deep breath, smelling my brother's panties as he watched me.

"It's probably not as good as sniffing our panties, huh?" I asked as I smiled down at him. 

I did it again -- held his panties to my face and took a deep breath, mimicking what I was sure he'd been doing with Mom's and my panties.

He laughed at me and we had a nice chuckle together. It was nice to see him find some humor in his situation. But, pretty soon, there was five inches of water in the tub and I leaned in to shut the water off.

I explained to him that I'd start with his underarms and then do his legs. He seemed at ease with what I was going to do, so I reached for the intensive care lotion, squirted some on my hands and then told him to lift his right arm. Slathering the lotion into his arm pit, I rinsed my hand off in the tub water, picked up my razor and told him to stay still so I wouldn't cut him.

Bobby did great, not moving an inch, while I shaved the thin hairs under that arm. It only took me a minute, and when I was done, I picked up a handful of water and rinsed his armpit out and felt it with my fingers to check for stray hairs or stubble. It felt absolutely smooth and perfect, and, there didn't seem to be any red spots or cuts showing. Feeling proud of what I'd done, I reached out and picked up his hand and told him to feel how it felt.

"Smooth." He said, turning to smile at me. "Feels a little weird, though.

"Don't worry." I assured him. "You'll get used to it."

I had him turn around in the tub and I did the other arm pit the same exact way, not cutting him at all, and it turned out perfect, too. Then having him turn around again, I explained that to do his legs, he'd have to help me by holding his leg out of the water and twisting it from time to time so I could get around it. The tricky part, I told him, would be around his ankles and knees because there were bones there, but, I assured him we could do it together as long as he'd help.

I started on his lower right leg, covering it with the thick lotion and using slow even strokes up his leg. Dipping the razor into the water, I explained how important it was to rinse all the hair and lotion out of the razor between each stroke and then showed him how nice and smooth the area was that I'd already shaven. Deftly, I shaved the rest of his lower leg, asking him to hold it up and turn it for me as I needed, and without any nicks or cuts, I shaved him clean.

His legs hairs were long, as you'd expect, so I had to rinse the razor a lot. But, I took my time and explained what I was doing, and I actually had fun shaving him. His erection had gone down long ago and he seemed fairly relaxed as he sat there and watched what I was doing. We were even joking around, and I was playfully splashing water on him as I finished that leg and carefully finished around his knees and ankles. 

When I was done, he rinsed the remnants of the lotion from his leg, and I caught him smiling to himself as he ran his hands over his thigh and calf.

"What do you think?" I asked.

"Pretty smooth." He said, nodding his head and looking over at me. "You're good at this."

"Well, I've been doing it for a while." I answered, giggling up at him.

I told him I needed him to turn around in the tub so I could do his other leg, but, he totally surprised me when he looked up and asked me if he could shave the other leg, himself. Now, that's something I wasn't ready for, but, seeing the way he was looking at me and eagerly waiting for my answer, I asked him if he was sure, and when he said he was, I told him I'd let him, but, I'd do around his ankles and knees myself.

Taking the razor out of my hand, he pointed to the intensive care lotion and asked me to hand it to him. "Don't be in such a hurry." I warned him. "Take your time or you'll cut yourself."

"I know. I know." He said as he adjusted himself in the tub and shook the razor in the water several times to make sure it was cleaned out and ready to be used again. I had to smile to myself as I watched him squeeze out the lotion and cover his lower leg with such a determined look on his face. He might have used too much lotion, but, I didn't think it worth mentioning, so I simply settled down on my knees and let him go.

He was obviously paying attention when I shaved him, because he copied exactly what I did and quicker than I would have expected, he was done with his lower leg. He looked at me and I nodded my head in approval and ran my hand up and down his calf looking for stray hairs, but, when I didn't find anything, I gave him a nice smile and told him he'd done a fantastic job.

Pleased with himself, he swished the razor in the water and started smoothing the lotion on his upper leg. As he shaved, I praised him for being so cooperative and willing to follow the rules.

"What?" I heard behind me. "No tears or arguments?"

Bobby and I both turned to see Mom standing in the doorway of the bathroom with a puzzled look on her face. 

"Nope." I said, pointing into the bathtub at Bobby holding the razor. "He's been really good, Mom. He didn't put up a fuss or argue with me at all. He even wanted to try it himself. See?"

Mom stepped right up next to me and looked down into the bathtub. "Go ahead, Sweetheart. Don't stop on my account."

Bobby shrugged his shoulders and turned his attention back to what he'd been doing before Mom interrupted us. She stood there, right next to me and I looked up at her and smiled as he took stroke after stroke of the razor and followed up with his fingers to make sure all the hair was gone. When he was done, he sat the razor down on the side of the tub and lowered both of his legs into the water and rinsed himself off.

"Underarms too?" Mom asked.

Bobby raised his arms and turned his body so she could see they were done, and when she crossed her arms over her chest and smiled down at him, I knew he'd scored some points with her.

"Well, young man," she said, shaking her head, "I'm happy this went so well. I got worried when I didn't hear any yelling or screaming, but, I can see right now how well you minded your sister, and it's nice to see the two of you getting along so well again."

I told her I still needed to rinse the tub and fill it so I could wash him up, and she told me to go ahead and do what I needed to do. "I've got a few things to do myself, so call me if you need me."

"I swear," Mom said, as she looked down at me before she left, "we should have done this punishment thing a long time ago."

Once she left, Bobby and I laughed with each other. I reached over to let the water out of the tub and told him to stand up. Then, as the water drained, I turned the shower on for a few seconds so he could rinse everything off his body before filling the tub again with clean water for his bath.

The only thing was, when I turned the shower on for him, a cold burst of water sprayed over his body and Bobby yelled at the top of his lungs when the cold water hit him.

I burst out laughing when I realized what happened and Mom came running back into the bathroom asking what was wrong. "That friggin' water was freezing!" Bobby exclaimed, pointed to the shower head.

I couldn't help but crack up again, and when I looked at Mom, she was cracking up, too. "Okay you two," she said, as our laughter died out, "let's quit horsing around and try to get finished. We still have some serious things to get accomplished tonight." 

I continued to chuckle as I turned the hot water up so Bobby could rinse himself off under the shower head. As much as I tried to compose myself, I giggled the whole time he was rinsing thinking about the way he yelled when the cold water hit him. He even started to laugh too, but, he jokingly told me he was going to watch me from now on to make sure it didn't happen again.

Once the tub started to fill, Bobby sat down in the water and lay back against the sloped end of the tub and closed his eyes. They shot open, though, when I reached down and took his flaccid penis in my hand and started playing with it. 

"If you do that," Bobby warned, "it's just going to get me hard again. Remember, Mom said it was normal..... just a physical reaction to the stimulation."

"My ass it is." I answered. "You know as well as I do that you're starting to enjoy all the attention you're getting. But, I won't say anything if you don't."

Bobby opened his legs as far as the tub would let him, and, he smiled at me as he reclined back into the warm water. I kept holding his cock and squeezing it gently, urging it to rise up under my touch before I began to bathe him. We looked at each other as I nursed his thickness back into a solid erection. I was about to let go of him, when he spoke.

"You're a pretty girl." He said quietly, looking down into the water and then glancing back up at me. 

"Thank you." I said, completely caught off guard. "What made you say that?" I asked.

"You have beautiful eyes." Bobby answered. "And, you're cute."

I felt myself starting to blush. I'm not necessarily what I'd consider beautiful, but, every girl likes to hear compliments, especially if they sound sincere, and the way he said it and his tone of voice.... it really sounded like he meant it.

"Plus," he added, looking over towards the door to make sure Mom wasn't standing there listening to us, "I really love your panties, Sandra. They've gotten me through some awful lonely nights."

"Don't push it, Little Brother." I replied, chuckling back at him. "Now that I know about your panty fetish, you wouldn't want me to start keeping really close track of my underwear would you?"

He didn't answer me, and I didn't expect him to. Instead, though, I reached for my body wash and started soaking my bath puff with liquid soap. Telling him to sit up, I started washing his back and then did his front, taking a few seconds to lightly pinch his boy nipples until they got hard under my fingers.

I washed his hair with my shampoo and while the conditioner sat on his head, we talked about the old days -- before Dad died. 

After I rinsed his hair, I washed his arms and hands, and then his feet and legs. Through out all of this, he was as talkative and friendly as he could be and I really -- and I mean this -- I really enjoyed spending the time with him, and washing him. And, I'm not referring to the implied sexual part of it, either.

Maybe it was the incredible closeness we shared as I methodically washed him, or maybe it was the intimate nature of being able to touch another person like that. But, whatever it was, the feeling that filled my heart was one of gladness and warmth and joy, and it was a wonderful thing to experience and share with my little brother. I know he felt it, too, because his hard-on went away and he sat there with a smile on his face while I took care of him. Before long, though, I finished with everything but his crotch and bottom. 

"Bobby," I said, quietly, trying not to disturb the mood that was surrounding us, "I need to do your bottom now."

Without any reply, Bobby got up on his hands and knees for me. "Sandra," he said, almost so softly I couldn't hear him, "you're a good sister. I've always thought that."

Jeez, I almost teared up. He'd just said the one thing that could do that, too. It was something I'd waited years to hear him say, and now he'd said it. I can't describe how it touched my heart and all at once, every ounce of compassion and love I was capable of poured out of me.

"Thank you." I answered. "You know, I wasn't kidding when I told you I'd help you as much as possible during your punishment, Bobby. I'd be heartbroken if you had to move out, especially now that I can see you're really trying to change."

I poured some of my body wash into the palm of my hand and reached out to his rump and slowly began to wash his buttocks. At first, I avoided the area between his cheeks, but I could only do that for so long. I poured some of the liquid soap into my other hand and reached under him and gently started soaping his cock and balls. I expected him to start getting hard, but he didn't, and as I washed everything between his belly button and his thighs, he remained still, blissfully relaxed and he let me wash him.

Realizing I still needed to wash the crack of his ass and remembering what Mom said about boys being dreadfully afraid of being touched there, I bent over a little more and started stroking his cock with my left hand while my right hand began it's journey down between his butt cheeks. The second I touched his hole with my soapy fingers, his cock lurched in my hand and I felt him tense up and jerk. 

"I'm sorry, Bobby." I said. "I have to wash you there. Mom was very specific about that."

"I know." My brother answered. "It's okay. Go ahead. I just wasn't ready for it, that's all."

I continued with both hands, lightly caressing his cock with my left hand and gently running my finger up and down his crack with my right. I stopped several times with my finger directly on his hole, and each time I did, I felt his cock jerk. Finally, I just accepted the fact this had to be done, and gently pushed the tip of my finger into his hole.

"Fuuuuck." Bobby moaned, softly. His cock jumped in my hand, inflating itself to almost full erection strength in a matter of seconds.

"Did I hurt you?" I asked. "I'm sorry, but, Mom told me to make sure your bottom was thoroughly cleaned and she was very specific about what she wanted me to do."

"Sandra," my brother answered, finally opening his eyes and looking back at me, "no, it doesn't hurt. That's not it at all..... it's just..... uh..... I don't know exactly how to say this..... but...."

"It felt good?" I asked, trying to finish his sentence for him.

"Yeah." Bobby answered. "It's just not what I expected."

I told him to relax and let me finish. As I pushed my finger into him a little more, I told him there was nothing to be embarrassed about and nothing to be ashamed over. I told him I'd dated a few guys that would never admit it, but, they loved some degree of anal attention. 

"It doesn't mean anything weird if you like it, Bobby." I said calmly as I gently pushed my soapy finger in and out of his ass. "I like to be touched back there if it's done by the right person, and if they're gentle."




Punishing The Unruly Son Ch. 06



"Besides," I said, "if a full size penis can fit in someone's butt when people have anal sex, I'm sure a little finger isn't going to hurt you."

By now, his cock was fully engorged and I was stroking it casually as my finger moved in and out of his ass. I'd seen guys react this way before -- all worried and homophobic that I'd think they wanted to be with another man just because they liked having their asses touched. And I knew it was probably a new sensation for my little brother and he was confused about how it felt and how he should react.

"Bobby, try to relax and see if you can enjoy it." I said, softly. "I won't do anything more than I'm doing now. Just close your eyes and concentrate on relaxing your butt muscles. If it's too much for you, just say so and I'll stop."

I watched as Bobby closed his eyes and wiggled his butt a little, obviously trying to relax as I suggested. I loosened my grip on his penis to where I was just barely holding him as my hand skimmed up and down his hard rod while I continued to finger fuck my little brother's ass.

Gradually, he started to relax and pretty soon, I could feel the tightness of his bottom loosen. Before long, my finger was sliding effortlessly in and out of him, and as I looked up at him, he had this look of total delight all over his face.

"Do you like that?" I asked. "Be honest, okay?"

"Uh huh." Bobby answered quietly. "Once I relaxed, it's not uncomfortable at all. It's actually kind of nice."

"This is probably a first for you, huh?" I asked. "I'm the first girl to put her finger up your butt?"

Bobby laughed, and when he did I felt his ass muscles tighten around my finger. "Okay," I said, pulling my finger out of his butt and patting him on the back, "that's enough for now. Maybe we can do some more of that later if you really like it." 

"Just don't say anything to Mom, okay?" Bobby asked. "I don't want her to think.... uh..... you know."

"It's alright." I said, smiling at my little brother as he turned around to sit back down in the bath water. "It can be private, just between us. I like being touched like that too, so it can be our secret."

I looked away as I started to gather up my body wash, the puff and the shaving stuff so I could get him out and dry him off. When I looked back at him, he was lying against the back of the tub, looking up at me and all of a sudden his eyes got shiny and tears started falling down his cheeks. 

"Bobby?" I asked tenderly. "Are you crying?"

"I was such a fuck head. Wasn't I?" He asked.

"Yes." I answered honestly. "You were. You hurt me and you hurt Mom. The good thing, though," I added, "is that Mom and I never stopped loving you. You have a chance to fix everything in the next seven days, Bobby. It's going to be hard, but, you can get through this."

I held my hand out to him and pulled him up out of the tub and onto the bathmat. Reaching for one of the fluffy towels I took from the linen closet, I quickly wrapped it around his wet body, pulled him into me and I held him until he stopped crying.

"It's okay to cry, Bobby." I whispered in his ear. "There's never any shame in that. No one's going to make fun of you." 

Emotionally, so much had transpired between the two of us since we set foot in the bathroom an hour ago, and as I hugged him, I realized how fragile we all are, how much we need each other and how much I really loved my brother. 

Soon, Bobby got it together and I took the big, fluffy towel from around his body and started to dry him off. I was gentle with him as I dried him, and in some way, even though he was naked, it seemed like the most natural thing in the world to do. 

I avoided his crotch until the very end, figuring he'd had enough teasing -- at least for now. So, as I dried him there, I did it quickly and I didn't touch him with my hands. We smiled at each other the whole time I dried him off, and as I reached up to wipe his face with the towel, he whispered to me, "That really did feel good. What you did, you know.... back there."

"Shhhh." I said, holding my finger in front of my lips. "It's our secret, remember?"

I was really amazed at the look and feel of his Bobby's legs. They looked good, no kidding. They were smooth, but, I noticed they weren't silky like mine were after I shaved my legs. Then, getting this great idea, I reached for my bottle of intensive care lotion and squirted a ton of it in my hands and knelt down in front of him. 

Staring on his right leg, way down at the bottom, I began to run my lotion covered hands up and down his legs, spreading the lotion out evenly and rubbing it into his skin.

"You two about done in here?" I head Mom's voice behind me. 

I turned to look at her as I was rubbing the lotion into my brother's skin, telling her his legs felt dry. She came and kneeled down next to me and felt Bobby's other leg and said she agreed, adding that we ought to make sure he gets some lotion on him twice a day. As she said it, she reached for the bottle of lotion and filled the palm of her hand with it and started applying it to Bobby's other leg. His cock was hanging down in front of our faces and as we rubbed the lotion into his skin, and I realized how easy it would be for Mom or I to just lean up and take his cock into our mouths. I think I actually saw Mom's cheek graze the head of his cock as she did her side, but I didn't say anything.

When I was done, I stood up and let her finish her side. But, when it looked like she was done, she picked up the bottle and squeezed a little more into the palm of her hand, rubbed her hands together and positioned herself squarely in front of his cock. Then, reaching up to take his soft cock in her hands, she began to coat his cock with the intensive care lotion.

"I don't want your penis to get chaffed, Sweetheart." Mom explained. "I know you're going to be getting a lot of erections the next seven days, and I don't want you to get sore with all the touching that's going to happen. And since you aren't allowed to touch yourself down there, your sister and I will look after your penis for you."

Mom stood up and wiped her hands on the towel I handed her and looked at my naked brother. Turning back to me, she asked me if I'd washed him thoroughly, and if he'd given me any trouble.

"I washed him completely." I answered. "He was a perfect angel the whole time and I really enjoyed doing it. It was a nice, bonding experience, Mom. You should do it next time."

Mom looked at me and smiled and nodded her head.

"No, Mom." I said, reaching out to touch her arm. "I'm serious. I can't really find the right words to explain it, but, I honestly enjoyed it. He made it easy for me, and there was this feeling of serenity about doing it that just made me feel good."

"Sandra," Mom said, "I understand, believe me. I used to bathe both of you when you were little, remember? And yes," she added, "I'll do it next time."

Turning to look at Bobby, she reached up to straighten a wild strand of hair on his head and told him after his bath each day he'd have his temperature taken. Then taking him by the hand, she led him out of the bathroom, into her bedroom and told him to get up on the bed and lie on his back.

Then, reaching for a small jar of petroleum jelly, she told him to lift his knees up to his chest and let his legs fall open. When he did, all of my little brother's private places came into view as clear as they could ever be. Until this exact instant, I hadn't realized how big his balls were. Maybe they were just full, especially with all the fondling and erections he'd had all day, but regardless of how they got that way -- they looked big as they dangled between his legs.

"I want you to get up there next to him and hold your brother's testicles and penis." Mom said to me. "Watch me while I do this, Sandra." 

I got up on the bed next to my little brother and reached down to do what she asked. Unfortunately, I couldn't find a comfortable position until I got down on my belly next to him and used both hands to scoop up his cock and balls. As soon as I was ready, Mom dipped her finger into the petroleum jelly and immediately brought it into contact with Bobby's bottom hole.

"This will go easier for you if you relax and sort of push out against my finger, Sweetheart." Mom said, looking up at my brother. "Ready?" She asked him.

He nodded his head and Mom rubbed the jelly around his butthole and gently pushed it inside of him about an inch and then stopped.

"When you do this to your brother," Mom said, trying to get my attention, "use your finger like I did and put some jelly around the hole and then push it in a little and hold it there until you can feel him relax."

She went on to explain that once I felt him relax, I should push my finger in all the way to spread the jelly. I watched as she slowly pushed her finger into my little brother's bottom, stopping when it was all the way in and then pulling it half way out, twisting it around, and then pushing it back in all the way. She told me to go slow and be smooth, adding he'd most definitely get an erection while we did this to him.

Pulling her finger out, she looked at me and told me to try it. Nodding her head up and down as I looked at her to make sure she really meant it, I let go of Bobby's cock and balls and reached for the jar of jelly. Mom reached over and used one hand to hold his cock and one hand to push his balls up, out of the way, making room for me.

She was right about Bobby getting an erection, but, I guessed part of the reason he was hard was because she immediately began stroking his cock as soon as she took hold of it. She wasn't trying to hide it, either, and she didn't stop stroking him when I glanced over and saw her doing it. 

Sticking my finger into the jelly and pulling out a good size dollop, I touched my finger to his anus and then gently pushed my finger in a little bit and held it still, waiting to feel him relax. Sure enough, after about ten seconds, his ass relaxed and I gently pushed my finger the rest of the way inside him. As I held it there, Mom started to stroke him again with long, deliberate strokes and as she did it, she looked up at me and asked me if I could feel him contracting down on my finger.

And yes, I could. When I told her I felt it, she started pumping his cock faster and then suddenly stopped. Smiling up at me, she told me to pull my finger out a little and push it back in, and when I did, she pumped his cock again. 

"Sandra, I'm not going to try to kid you - guys really like this. Maybe you already know that" She said in a serious tone. "It's embarrassing as hell for them to admit it, but, believe me, once they try it, they love it."

"It feels good, doesn't it, Sweetheart?" Mom asked Bobby.

The look on Bobby's face was simply precious. His eyes were big and his mouth was open, almost as if he was speechless. But, he nodded his head in answer to her question.

Mom finally looked at both of us and admitted she'd peeked her head into the bathroom when I had my finger up my little brother's butt and heard part of our conversation. She said she didn't want Bobby's bottom to get injured, and she thought it was important for me to learn how to touch him back there correctly.

"You have to be really careful when you're touching your brother's bottom, Sandra." Mom warned me. "You have to make sure your fingernails aren't sharp and you have to use something to lubricate his butt."

"Not only that," she added, "but you have to realize it doesn't take much stimulation back there to push them over the edge, and without any warning, they'll go off in your hand. Sometimes, they won't even feel it coming -- it'll just happen. They're really sensitive back there."

"Now, I realize the two of you had a special experience together in the bathroom, and you might not believe this, but, I'm okay with that. You found something out about each other that you think is some kind of secret, and that's okay, too." Mom added. "But, I don't want to worry about the two of you trying to stick weird things up your own, or, each other's bottoms. So, both of you listen carefully to what I'm about to say."

"First," Mom said, "let's all just accept the fact that it can be quite pleasurable to be touched anally. Next, no one is going to stick anything up anyone's bottom unless it's a finger, or something you've discussed ahead of time with me. If you're really eager to experiment, I have some toys I'd be glad to lend you." 

"Now, Sandra," she said, looking right at me, "you've got the right to touch your brother back there while he's being punished and you won't get any static from me as long as you do it in the open, and don't take it too far and make him ejaculate. Got it?"

I answered immediately, telling her I understood. 

"And for both of you," Mom said, looking at my brother first and then me, "there's sensitive tissues inside you and no one should ever have anything poked up their bottom without some kind of lubrication. There's petroleum jelly and other kinds of personal lube around here you can use, but, honestly, soap isn't the best because some soaps can sting. A little soap during bath time is fine, but, for any kind of prolonged touching, please use some lubricant."

When she was done, she asked us if we had any questions and neither one of us said anything. "Okay," Mom said, slipping her still lubricated finger slowly back into Bobby's butt, "let's take his temperature."

Mom asked me to get the rectal thermometer out of her bathroom cabinet and bring it to her, and, I got up off the bed to do that. It took me a few minutes to find it, and when I got back, she was rhythmically sliding her finger in and out of my little brother's butt. He looked so serene lying there; his eyes closed while she tenderly finger fucked his ass, and even though I tried to hand her the thermometer, she didn't stop.

"Sweetheart," Mom said softly to Bobby, "if you want to lay here for a minute while I keep doing this, I think that would be okay."

"Yeah." He answered, clearing his throat. "I'd like that."

"You've had a tough day." Mom added. "And, I'm really proud of you, so, I think we can allow a little rest."

I stood there in silence watching my mother finger fuck my little brother's ass. We all knew this had nothing to do with his punishment, and from the look on my brother's face, it was clear he was enjoying it. Without a doubt, I would say Mom was enjoying it, too. 

"You know," Mom said, after another minute, "we still have to give you your spanking, but after that, if you've still been good, you'll get a reward."

"Mom," I said, interrupting her, "can I talk to you for a minute?"

Slipping her finger out of Bobby's ass, she took the thermometer from me and slid it carefully up into him. "Just stay like that for a minute, Sweetheart. I'll be right back."

Mom pulled me into her bathroom and I shut the door almost all the way, but I didn't shut it. "Mom," I began, "he's been really good today. He's done everything we've asked him to do and he was a perfect angel in the bathroom with me, I swear he was. Do you really think we have to spank him?"

"I'm afraid so, Sandra." Mom answered. "We already told him he'd be spanked every day, and if we go back on that now, he'll think portions of his punishment are negotiable, and we can't have that."

"Well, then," I said, "could we do something really special for him when he gets his reward? You know, something really nice?"

"Like what?" Mom asked. "Masturbating him isn't good enough?"

"Come on, Mom." I said, looking up at her. "He's trying really hard. He broke down and cried again in the bathroom, he knows he screwed up royally and he's already been through so much today. Don't you think we could do something more than just a hand job?"

Mom agreed he'd been good, much better than she thought he'd be. And as we talked about it, I reminded her how difficult it might be to get him to cooperate at the salon tomorrow when he finds out he's about to have a bikini wax.

"Maybe if he had a really good reward tonight, he'd be much more willing to follow our instructions tomorrow." I said, trying to convince her. "You have to admit, being told that you're getting a bikini wax by a strange woman while your mom and sister watch could very well push him past the breaking point."

I finally got Mom to see my side of it, and she agreed that he probably deserved something better than a simple handjob. She told me she'd think about it, and she made me promise to go along with whatever she decided. "I don't want us to have any disagreements in front of your brother, Sandra." Mom warned. "And I don't want any weird looks from you, or any complaining. Whatever I decide is what we'll do. Agreed?"

I hugged her and told her I knew we were doing the right thing, and as I swung the door open and we walked back to the bed where Bobby was, I stood back and watched her pull the thermometer out of Bobby's ass and read it. 

"Congratulations, Sweetheart." Mom said, turning to my little brother. "You don't have a fever, and that means you're just fine to have your spanking."

"Let's go get this over with." Mom said to him. "It's already getting late and I don't want to cheat you out of your reward just because it was time for bed. The sooner we can get your spanking done, the sooner you can have your reward and the sooner we can all get some sleep."

To be continued...



Punishing The Unruly Son Ch. 07



AUTHOR'S NOTE: This story is about the lewd, provocative and embarrassing punishment a young man gets from his mother and sister because of his bad behavior, and, how the punishment affects all of them. It is not BDSM. All the characters are over 18 years of age and members of the same family. Please select another story from the vast Literotica library if this doesn't interest you. 

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It had truly been a different day at our house. After two years of 'living hell' and disobedience from my little brother, Bobby, my mother finally had enough and gave him the choice of being punished, or being forced to move out. Faced with these alternatives, Bobby chose to accept my mother's form of punishment which effectively deprived him of all his privacy, all his rights, all his privileges and all his possessions for seven days.

On the surface, that really doesn't sound that bad, but, Mom took it to a level I never expected. He lost all his clothes, and in their place, we gave him bras and panties to wear. The doors to his bedroom and the bathroom were removed, and he was told we'd be assisting him and monitoring him with his bathroom duties.

But, it didn't stop there.

He was told that mother and I would decide when he would be allowed to wear his bras and panties, and any other time, he'd be naked. We'd have the right to touch his body anywhere we liked, in any fashion, with or without a reason. He'd be bathed daily by one of us and he'd suffer from constant embarrassment and humiliation.

And if all that wasn't enough, Mom told him he'd be spanked every evening before bedtime, and there would be some test of obedience every day.

Of course, Bobby was mortified that me, his big sister, would be an equal partner with Mom in delivering his punishment, but Mom held firm on that point. So, between the time Bobby's punishment got under way this afternoon, and right now, I'd seen him naked with and without an erection, seen him dressed in a bra and panties, given him a bath and shaved his underarms and legs, put my finger up his butt, and touched his penis so much I couldn't even attempt to count how many times I'd touched him.

Mom was smart enough to know that a young man his age was going to have erections and need to masturbate, so she'd allowed for that in his daily routine. She told him either she or I would masturbate him once each morning to sooth his raging hormones, and if he behaved himself throughout each day, he'd get a reward at bedtime that night.

For today, his first day being punished, Bobby had been good all day. It certainly wasn't easy for him to accept the things we were doing to him, and we pushed him right up to his limit over and over. He broke down into tears and cried three times during the day, but, he'd taken his punishment, so far, like a trooper. He was a perfect angel for me in the bathtub, and he didn't give me one ounce of trouble when I shaved his underarms and his legs. 

By this time, we'd already had dinner and it was getting late. Officially, according to Mom's schedule, we only had two more things we needed to do tonight before my little brother was put to bed. First, he had to have his spanking, and then, if he still deserved it, he'd get his reward for being good, and then we'd put him down for the night.

During the day, my little brother proved to me he was truly sorry for his two years of horrible behavior toward Mom and me. Not only could I read the sincerity in his face, but I could hear it in his voice and see it in his tears. He apologized several times without being asked to, and he never once tried to argue about his punishment. 

All that was good, but, there was an added benefit -- at least for me, and I think for mother, too. And that was, my little brother was such a beautiful young man when he was naked. His hard, teenage chest rippled when he moved and that magnificent, thick cock seemed to come alive at our slightest touch. 

I was more than excited about being part of his punishment, I was aroused and turned-on. Every time I held his cock in my hands, I felt a flood of wet excitement seep into my panties, my heart went pitter-patter and I got butterflies in my stomach. Watching Mom closely, there were times I knew she was excited, too. I could see it in her eyes and we each alluded to it from time to time but neither one of us came right out and said anything to the other. 

Anyway, after Bobby's bath, I spoke with Mom alone and asked her if we could give him something better than just a simple handjob for his end-of-day, good behavior reward. I pled my case successfully, I think, because she said she'd think about what more we could do. Of course, he'd have to cooperate with us and take his spanking without any problems, but, if he did that -- I think Mom was willing to give him a better reward than the handjob we initially agreed on. 

Mom had brought Bobby and me into the living, and just like we did hours ago when his punishment started, Mom and I sat on the couch and Bobby stood naked in front of us.

"Sweetheart," Mom began, "you've been good today, so far. Your sister even came to your defense and asked me if we could skip the spanking tonight because she thought your behavior had been way better than either of us expected."

"Bobby," Mom continued speaking, reaching out to grasp his hand, "I do agree your behavior today has been better than I could have ever hoped for, but, I'm sorry...... I just can't cancel your spanking. What I can do, though, is change the good behavior reward we were going to give tonight, and give you something better."

Mom explained to my little brother he'd have to obey us during his spanking and take it without argument. But, if his good behavior continued, she promised him his reward would be a good one.

Bobby didn't seem to be stressed about the spanking at all, and I think I knew why. In all the times Mom ever spanked us, they never hurt and she always ran back to us right away and told us she was sorry for doing it. I imagine he thought this was going to be a walk in the park, but, I knew differently. 

As Bobby stood completely naked in front of us, Mom reached out to grasp his thick, flaccid cock in her hand, looked up at him and began to speak. 

"Bobby," Mom said, "each night before your spanking I'll ask you if you have anything you want to confess to your sister or me. This is optional for you, and I don't have any intention of making you volunteer any wrong doings you'd rather keep secret."

"But," Mom added, "if you make a complete confession of something you've done wrong to me or your sister, we'll forgive what you did and grant you immunity from being punished for it in the future. And as an additional incentive, whenever you make a confession, I'll reduce the severity of the spanking you're about to get."

"In return, though," Mom said in a very serious tone, "you'll be subjected to something humiliating in front of your sister and me. Don't worry about what that might be, just accept the fact that it will be humiliating."

"But," she added quickly, "it will definitely reduce the severity of your spanking and you'll be forgiven for what ever it was you did."

Mom went on to say that his spanking wouldn't necessarily hurt him, whether he made a confession, or not. However, she followed that statement up quickly by warning him that the spanking was going to sting like hell. 

"I'm not exaggerating, Sweetheart." Mom said, calmly. "You have my solemn oath the spanking you're about to receive will sting like nothing you've ever felt before. I promise I won't let you suffer long.... I have a special spray that contains lidocaine and aloe. It will take all the sting away pretty quickly once I put it on you."

Unfortunately, Mom told him she wanted him to experience the sting for a few minutes before she put the spray on, saying "For the next seven nights, the bite of that sting will serve as a reminder to you of how thoughtless you were to us, and hopefully, you'll never forget what it feels like."

The stern warning Mom gave about the spanking seemed to give my little brother a reason to be concerned, and glancing quickly over at me, I nodded my head slightly, hoping he'd be smart enough to take the confession route so he could get off with a lighter spanking. I truly had no idea what she was planning in the form of the spanking, but, one thing I'd learned today was that Mom had thought all this through remarkably well, and I was tempted to believe he had a whopping spanking coming his way.

"I... uh... do have something I'd like to confess." Bobby said, having to clear his throat before he could speak. 

"Alright," Mom answered, "you just hold on to it for the time being, and I'll ask you what it is when the time comes. And when you tell us what it is, you have to give us the truth, the full story and all the appropriate details. That's the way this works." 

"I have to go upstairs for a moment." Mom said, as she stood up from the couch. "Sandra, stay with your brother and I'll be right back."

Bobby and I both watched Mom as she calmly walked up the stairs and disappeared into her bedroom and shut the door. I turned to Bobby and told him he'd done the right thing by telling her he'd make a confession and suggested he tell her about the panties he'd stolen. He nodded his head and agreed with me saying he planned to do that, and asked me if I knew what she had planned for the spanking and the humiliating thing he'd have to do.

"Honestly," I answered, "I have no idea about the spanking, but, she did tell me a little about what you'd have to do in return for the forgiveness, and it doesn't sound that bad."

I told him I did my best trying to get her to forget the spanking, but, she was wouldn't even consider it. She was, though, open to making his reward better and I told him he'd have something to look forward to if he could get through the spanking.

"No problem." He said, shrugging his shoulders. "I can take it."

As we sat there, I told him how proud I was of him and how well he behaved today. I encouraged him to try to be good every day, even when it seemed like we were asking too much of him, or when he felt like giving up. I knew our outing tomorrow was going to be terribly humiliating for him, just like it would be for any boy his age, and I wanted him to know he had to stick with the program and complete the full seven days of his punishment. I was about to stand up and give him a hug when I heard the door to Mom's room open and turned to see her coming down the stairs. She was carrying a small bag and a towel, and her hair had been pulled back into a ponytail. 

When she rejoined us, she asked me to stand up and when I did, she folded the towel in half and laid it out on the couch. Gently reaching over and taking my little brother by the elbow, she brought him in front of the couch and told him get down on his knees with his elbows on the towel. As he got down, she told him to move his legs back and spread them. Mom took a few seconds to guide him into the position she wanted him, and then she spoke.

"This is the exact position I want you in every night for your spanking." Mom said to Bobby. "I don't want you too close to the couch.... just close enough to rest your arms and head on the towel, and I want your back straight and your legs at least this far apart."

"Sandra," she said, looking at me, "it's not fair for me to ask you to spank your brother, so I'll be doing all the spanking. But, you'll be assisting with this, so I want you kneeling next to him on the right side of his body."

Mom reached out and guided me to where she wanted me, and gently pushed me down on my knees next to Bobby. 

"From that position," Mom explained, "you'll be able to reach under him to get to his penis and help me with something else when the time comes."

I reached under Bobby's body and felt for my little brother's cock. When I found it, it was hanging down, soft as it could be, easily within my reach without having to move. Mom didn't say a word or show any concern as I held his fat cock in my hand, but, I let go of it in an effort to keep Bobby as calm as I could before his spanking started. 

Mom got down on her knees on Bobby's left side, and set her left hand on his lower back. She was right handed, and I realized she'd positioned me where I was so she could smack his bottom with her right hand, and from where she was, I could see she had thought it though very well.

"Sweetheart," Mom said to Bobby as she tenderly patted his back, "you might find it's easier for you if you close your eyes while you're being spanked. And," Mom added, "I put the towel on the couch in case you start to cry. Neither your sister nor I will think any less of you if that happens, Sweetheart. There's no reason to be ashamed. "

She told him she would be starting soon, and nicely asked him to remain still. She thanked him again for his good behavior today and encouraged him to be brave and take his spanking. After a short pause, Mom asked Bobby to lay his head down on the towel with his face in my direction and she looked over at me and made a grasping motion with her hand while she pointed down underneath him. I understood what she meant, and as I reached under him to grasp his penis, she started lightly slapping my brother's butt cheeks, alternating one side and then the other at a rate of about one slap every two seconds.

For the life of me, I couldn't understand how her light slaps on his buttocks constituted a spanking, and I was sure Bobby was thinking the same thing. I even felt him start to get hard as I toyed with his cock, so, I know full well this wasn't causing him any pain.

Mom kept it up -- the light slapping of each butt cheek - as she periodically glanced over toward the grandfather clock standing up against the wall. I finally realized she was watching the clock, keeping track of how many minutes she'd been slapping my little brother's bottom.

Soon, I was glancing at the clock, too. One minute passed. Two minutes passed. Then three minutes passed. By now, both of Bobby's butt cheeks were pink and the chubbiness I felt in his cock was gone -- he was totally soft. I watched Bobby's face as she spanked him, and for the first three minutes, he didn't seem to show much reaction. But when it got to be four minutes, I could see his eyes start to wince as the soft slaps landed on his butt. 

Mom continued to lightly slap his butt cheeks, no harder than when she started, for a full five minutes and then she stopped. His bottom was beyond pink now -- it was almost red and it looked like he'd been out in the sun and gotten a sunburn. When Mom stopped, he let out a breath and I heard him breathe a few times very deeply. I hadn't even realized his breathing pattern had changed, but now that I was watching him try to breathe normally, I realized this seemingly soft slapping was definitely taking a toll on my little brother's bottom.

"We'll take a short rest here...... sixty seconds so you can catch your breath, Sweetheart." Mom said, reaching up to feel his forehead. "I know you're beginning to feel a little uncomfortable."

Mom sat back on her heels and looked at me. Her face was completely void of expression and as we looked at each other, she periodically looked up at the grandfather clock. When the sixty seconds were almost over, she lifted herself off her heels and placed a hand gently on his back and told him the rest time was about over. Ten seconds later, she began again.

There was no change in the force or timing of her slap. It was very methodical, first one cheek and then the other at the same rate. As the first minute passed, Bobby's face was showing signs that he was hurting. His eyes were regularly wincing with almost every slap and I could see his rib cage expanding and contracting as he breathed. At the two minute mark, I could feel his body trembling, so I let go of his cock, moved my hand up to his stomach and I could feel him shaking. His eyes were tightly closed and he was starting to take very deep breaths to keep air in his lungs.

Quickly, I did some math in my head. It had been three minutes now, plus the first five..... and at one slap every two seconds, that was thirty per minute..... times eight minutes. I jerked my head and looked at my mother when I realized she'd given him 240 slaps and she was still going. 

Mom wasn't looking at me; she was too busy keeping her rhythm and watching the clock. My brother's butt cheeks were very red by now - not pink..... not dark pink.... they were red, like serious, sunburn red. And as the clock came up on four minutes, Mom stopped and quickly reached up to feel Bobby's forehead again.

"You're getting heated up." Mom said compassionately, leaning over him and brushing his hair out of his face. "We'll take another break here so you can catch your breath and cool down." 

About fifteen seconds into the break, though, she added, "You can make your confession now if you like, Sweetheart. It'll give you a little longer to cool off if you do."

She reminded him his confession had to be the whole truth, and answer any questions we had. Plus, in order to get the forgiveness and immunity, he'd have a humiliating task to complete.

Mom waited a short time to see if he was going to begin his confession, and when he didn't, she said she'd have to start the spanking again.

"Okay. Okay." Bobby said right away, in between breaths. "I'm not sure how to start, though."

"Just start by telling us what you did." Mom answered, calmly. 

"This is really hard to say," Bobby began, "because I know you're going to think I'm some kind of sick pervert. But, I've been taking your panties."

"Who's panties, Sweetheart?" Mom asked, kindly. "You need to be specific."

"Both of yours....." Bobby admitted, "yours and Sandra's."

"Alright," Mom answered, prompting him to continue his confession, "Now tell us why you've been doing that."

"I've been using them..... when I.... you know, masturbate." Bobby finally said, clearly embarrassed to say it in front of us. 

"Go on." Mom said, encouraging him to continue. "Tell us how long you've been doing it and exactly what you do with them."

Bobby's breathing had started to calm down, and it was easier for him to talk now. And as he took a deep breath and let it out, he told us a story that literally made me squirm, and squeeze my legs together. 

My little brother told us he'd only been taking our panties for a few months, but once he'd taken that very first pair of panties and inhaled the rich vaginal scent that lingered in the cotton crotch panel, he was hooked. He even used the word 'addicted'. 

Bobby explained how he'd developed a system where he'd check our hampers twice a day, and paid close attention to when we took our baths and showers because he knew that increased his chance of finding freshly worn panties. 

Continuing with his confession, he admitted he was always afraid of being caught, but the fear of being discovered wasn't any where as great as the thrill of holding our panties in his hand while he stroked his cock. Still though, not wanting to be caught, he was always careful to keep our panties only long enough to have his cum, and then he'd put them right back. 

There were a few exceptions to that -- he'd kept some panties Mom threw away, and he kept some of my panties, which he called 'primo', and admitted they were so good, he just couldn't bring himself to give them up. 

He told us he'd found pairs of Mom's panties that were 'primo', too, and as long as it was at least a day or two from her normal wash day, he'd usually keep them over night and then put them back in the hamper the next morning so she'd never know they were gone.

Mom asked him to explain what 'primo' meant, and he told us it was his word for panties that were worth taking a risk for -- panties that had a special appeal to him. In his own words, he said those were panties that were obviously still wet with our vaginal juices, or panties that had a nice, strong smell. And, when he was incredibly lucky, panties that we'd just taken off just minutes before. 




Punishing The Unruly Son Ch. 07



When I asked him to define what a 'strong smell' was, he told me sometimes our panties had no smell at all, and sometimes, he'd find panties that only had a faint smell. What he really liked though, was finding a pair of panties that had a definite, strong vaginal aroma.

"Is that all you do with our panties, Son?" Mom asked. "Smell them while you masturbate yourself?"

"No." Bobby confessed, clearly uneasy with Mom's question. "Sometimes I..... uh.... lick them and suck the crotch part."

I looked at Mom, expecting her to be shocked with everything she was hearing, but she didn't look shocked. In fact, unless I was wrong, none of Bobby's confession seemed to surprise her and the look on her face seemed to be one of understanding and acceptance, rather than surprise or anger. 

"What else, Bobby." I asked him. "You have to tell us everything you do with them."

Bobby's face blushed again, and after a few seconds, told us he sometimes lays our panties out on his pillow and pretends we're wearing them for him. He'd get on his hands and knees and rub his nose and face against the crotch panel where our vaginas had been. He'd start fantasizing about sniffing and licking our panties while we were wearing them, and then he'd stroke himself until he came.

"And, sometimes," he added, "I'll wrap a silky pair around my.... uh... penis.... and stroke myself with 'em. I like that feeling, but I've always been afraid you'll find dried sperm on them so I try not to do that very often."

I couldn't believe Mom actually asked him if he could tell the difference between our panties, either by smell or by taste. He said he could -- our smells are different and our tastes are different. I wanted to ask him how they were different, but, I decided to save that question for a time when he and I were alone. But, Mom beat me to the million dollar question, asking it before I had a chance to build up enough courage to ask it myself. 

"Whose panties do you prefer, Sweetheart." Mom asked. "Just be honest."

"Actually," Bobby said, "both of yours are great, but, I usually go for who's ever I can get my hands on first."

"So, tell us, Sweetheart," Mom asked him, "when was the last time you masturbated with a pair of our panties?" 

"This morning..... before you got up." He answered. "I took a pair of yours out of the laundry room when I got up to pee early this morning. I wanted to have a pair of Sandra's, too, so I could have one to sniff and one to lick, but there was only one pair in there, so I just used that one and I put it back before either of you got up."

Mom asked him if he'd ever taken anyone else's panties and he said "No". She asked him if he'd ever gotten any panties from the girls at school and he said, "No".

"So, the only panties you've ever taken, smelled or had in your mouth are ours?" Mom asked.

"Uh huh." Bobby answered.

"Is there anything more you want to add?" Mom asked.

"Jeez, isn't that enough?" He answered. "You'll probably kick me out of the house for sure, now."

Mom smiled at his answer, shook her head at the melodramatic tone of his voice and asked me if I had any more questions.

I have to give Bobby credit, he answered all our questions and I believed everything he said because all his answers seemed so plausible. There was no way me or Mom could deny it - my kid brother had a very strong panty fetish and it was obvious that he loved our panties. Honestly, I was flattered at some of the things he said because like any other girl, I'd like to think my vagina is sexy, and sensual - that it smells good and tastes good. No girl wants to hear that she's got a stinky pussy with a rancid taste. Bobby's confession made me feel good about myself and now, more than ever, I was completely willing to let him have my panties, or play nasty panty games with him. 

"Sweetheart," Mom said, patting his back sympathetically, "I appreciate your truthfulness, and although under different circumstances I just might be angry with you, I'll keep my word and forgive you. So will Sandra." 

Mom looked up at me and raised her eyebrows. I looked down at Bobby, who was lying there with his eyes open now, looking back at me, and I nodded my head, telling him I'd forgive him, too. I wondered, though, what this would mean in the future. Would my little brother have to give up his panty fetish? Could he? For my sake, I hoped it wouldn't come to that.

I glanced back toward Mom and expected her to resume my brother's spanking, but, she didn't do that. Instead, she reached down into the bag next to her, and to my surprise, pulled out a clear silicone dildo, maybe six inches long and an inch and a half thick. 

"Sweetheart," mother said, as she warmly patted his back from behind him, "I told you earlier you'd be asked to submit to something humiliating in return for our forgiveness. Well, you've made your confession, and we've forgiven you. Now it's time for you to keep your end of the deal."

I knew Bobby couldn't see the dildo Mom was holding in her hand, and, she didn't seem the least bit concerned when she calmly handed me the silicone cock and told me to put it in my little brother's mouth. I froze with the dildo in my hand, just as I took it from her, and looked her straight in the eyes to make sure I'd heard her correctly.

"Go on." Mom said to me. "He's had plenty of time to catch his breath by now. Just hold it in his mouth so he can get his lips around it and suck."

"Bobby," Mom said, "I want you to keep that in your mouth until your spanking is over. You can breathe around it if you need to once I continue your spanking, but, it has to stay inside your mouth until we're done."

I leaned over and held the dildo in front of Bobby's face, and as soon as he saw it, he jerked his head up from the towel where he was lying, and pulled back away from me. 

"Bobby," I said quickly, leaning down so I could whisper in his ear, "you're so close to getting your reward, don't ruin it now."

"Sweetheart," Mom said, calmly, "You were told twice this was going to be humiliating, so don't be such a baby. You don't need to worry..... it's just your sister and me here..... no one else will ever know. Just put your head back down on the towel and open your mouth. You can close your eyes if it bothers you that much."

Bobby's face was flushed bright red as he looked at the dildo in my hand. It was remarkably realistic looking, with veins running up the side and balls hanging down underneath the shaft. I sympathized with my little brother and completely understood why this would be hard for him to do. But, it wasn't like it was a real cock -- it was just rubber. 

Reluctantly, he laid his head back down on the towel and opened his mouth for me. "More Bobby." I said, softly. "Open up."

When his jaw opened, I moved the dildo to his lips and gently pushed it into his mouth a couple of inches. "Close your lips around it." I heard Mom say. "You're supposed to be sucking it, remember?"

Bobby's face flushed again, but he did as she told him, closing his lips around the dildo and I could feel him lightly suckling the silicone cock as I held it.

"Sandra," Mom said, quietly, "I want you to move it in and out of his mouth gently. Don't push it in too far, and don't pull it out all the way, either. Just a smooth, gentle motion - back and forth."

Poor Bobby. The spanking was bad enough, but now he was being made to suck a realistic looking cock that I was holding in his mouth. And to make matters worse, I was now moving that cock in and out of his mouth as if I was fucking him with it while he sucked. Yeah, okay -- I knew this wasn't going to hurt him, but how much humiliation could a boy his age take? 

I heard a slap and immediately knew Mom was starting his spanking again. When the first slap landed, my little brother's body tensed up and his eyes shut tight. I heard him whimper and the sound of it turned my stomach inside out. 

Mom continued on with her same rhythm and her slaps we no harder than they had been previously, but, even before we'd reached the one minute mark, Bobby's body was shuddering with every slap. His eyes were starting to water, and tears were starting to form at the edges of his tightly shut eyelids. As we passed one full minute, his lips loosened around the silicone cock and he took in a huge gasp of air to fill his lungs. He pulled back a little from the cock and took several deep breaths which left the cock dangling just inside his lips. Knowing full well that Mom wanted him to keep sucking the cock, I glanced back at her quickly. She mouthed the words "It's okay" to me, so I stopped moving the cock in and out of his mouth and just laid it down on the towel so it sat inside his lips, and still in his mouth.

Bobby was starting to quietly weep as we got to the two minute mark, occasionally taking a deep breath and shuddering when he let it out. His butt cheeks were flaming red and there were small drops of perspiration popping up on his forehead. I could see his chest was heaving under his body and all of a sudden, about two and a half minutes into it, Bobby's resistance finally gave out and he broke down into a full cry.

It was the most heartbreaking and distressing thing I'd ever witnessed. His mouth was open, the tears were flowing and he was crying like a baby. Each slap on his butt cheeks caused his body to jerk dreadfully. And as we came up to three minutes, I leaned down next to him and used my free hand to wipe his eyes while I said a silent prayer that Mom would end this soon.

Thankfully, Mom stopped. The instant she was done, she was up on her feet and reaching for the box of tissues we left next to Dad's easy chair this morning. Then, wiggling down on her knees next to me, she dabbed Bobby's eyes with a tissue and leaned down to my brother's face. 

"All done, Sweetheart." Mom said, feeling his cheek with the back of her hand and brushing his hair away from his forehead. "I know your bottom feels like its on fire, but we're done now, so you can relax. Try to take deep breaths..... and, you don't have to suck the cock anymore."

Mom placed her hand on his cheek and told him to open his eyes. When he did, she said, "I know exactly what you're feeling right now, so you don't need to say or do anything. Believe me, you'll feel better if you just lie there and finish your cry and let me help you. There's something I can do to focus your attention away from that awful stinging, and then in a few minutes, I'll put the spray on you and soon you'll feel as good as new."

Mom handed me the tissue and whispered to me to stay with him, and wipe his eyes as his crying slowed down. Then, she got up and returned to her place behind him. I watched her reach into the bag she brought down from her bedroom, and she pulled out another silicone dildo, but this one was much, much thinner. It was still about six inches long, but, at the most, this one was probably no more than three quarters of an inch wide.

Holding it with her right hand, she pulled a bottle of lube from her bag with her left hand, and poured the thick, slippery lube all over the thin cock. Ten seconds later, she was leaning down to look between the cheeks of Bobby's bottom and without touching where it was red, gently guided that skinny silicon cock right up to Bobby's hole.

Seeing what she was doing, I turned to my little brother and told him to relax. "You might feel something back there, but stay still." I said in a reassuring tone.

The skill Mom displayed as she gently inserted the tip of that silicon cock into my little brother's bottom surprised me. He didn't jump, pull away or move at all as she guided it into him and then very, very slowly, she pushed it all the way into Bobby's bottom. 

"There now." Mom said very softly. "Try to concentrate on that feeling and I'll put the spray on you."

Mom reached into her bag again and withdrew a clear spray bottle with no label. She shook it a couple of times and then liberally sprayed both sides of my brother's fiery red bottom, doing first one side and then the other. As soon as she was done spraying, she dropped the bottle into her bag and reached up to the silicon cock that was embedded into Bobby's butt and slowly pulled it out and pushed it back in.

I was fascinated by what she was doing to my brother, gently fucking his ass with the skinny dildo. Her movements were smooth and tender and she never let the dildo come to a halt as she pushed it in and pulled it out. I heard Bobby moan and as I turned my head to look up at his face lying there on the towel, and it was clear that his crying had stopped.

Curiously enough, I could see Bobby's tongue lightly touching the dildo that was still barely hanging inside his mouth, and even though Mom told him he didn't have to suck it anymore, he was obviously doing something with it on his own. His breathing was back to normal and he started to quietly moan as Mom tenderly fucked his butt with the skinny dildo.

I was completely amazed to see the redness on his butt cheeks had almost completely vanished. There was a slight amount of pinkness remaining, but the speed at which the redness had left seemed to be a miracle all in itself. And as I turned my head back to Bobby's face, I saw him running his tongue underneath the head of the dildo and then back across the tip.

Carefully, I reached up and slowly moved the dildo, pushing it a little more into his mouth. There was no reaction from him, but his tongue continued to graze across the silicone cock, so I pushed it in a little more. I looked back at Mom and she was watching what I was doing, apparently just as surprised as I was to see my little brother's acceptance to the dildo in his mouth.

Mom continued gently fucking Bobby's butt with the skinny dildo, effortlessly sliding it into him and then back out. Time after time it slipped into him and after a few more minutes, my brother was making soft cooing noises.

"Just relax and enjoy this, Sweetheart." Mom said, almost whispering up to Bobby. "I know this feels soothing to you so I'll keep doing it for a little while longer."

I'm not sure why I did it -- curiosity, I suppose, but I leaned forward and pushed the dildo a little more into my brother's mouth and when I did, he closed his lips around it and began sucking it. 

I can understand Bobby doing this when Mom was making him do it, but, no one was forcing him now. I had never seen anything this kinky, and it touched a part of me that simply came alive and I stared at my brother as he voluntarily sucked the dildo. The obvious thought that came into my head was that perhaps Bobby was gay, but, I dismissed that right away, especially after hearing his confession about our panties and the way he reacted all day as we handled his penis.

But, whatever it was, my heart was fluttering as I watched my little brother sucking that cock while Mom fucked his ass with that dildo.

I felt her reach out and touch my arm with her free hand and when I turned to look at her, she quietly whispered to me, asking me to get up without disturbing him. When I did, she gestured for me to come behind him and asked me to take over fucking his ass with the dildo.

"Very gently, Sandra." Mom whispered. "In and out..... in and out.... Slowly like I'm doing."

I put my hand up to hers and as soon as she let go, I reached for the end of the skinny cock and took over for her. She stood up as soon as I did and walked around me, kneeling down where I had been, and leaned over close to Bobby's face. Tenderly, she kissed his cheek and moved her mouth close to his ear and began whispering something to him. I saw his head nod several times and then I saw her smile. I couldn't hear what they were saying, but, they whispered together for a good minute while I watched.

Mom sat back on her heels and smiled. Then, gently, she pulled the dildo away from Bobby's face, leaned back towards her bag and quickly dropped it in. "Stay where you are for a second." She said to him, leaning back down and kissing him again on the cheek.

Mom reached back into her bag and pulled out a washcloth, opened it up and in the same motion, put her hand on top of mine and took hold of the skinny dildo that was in Bobby's ass. Deftly, she pulled it out, wrapped it up in the washcloth and dropped it in her bag, too.

Pulling me up next to her, she reached down to grasp my brother's hand and pulled him up so he was standing in front of us. As soon as he stood up, be began to blush and he turned his head away from me, utterly humiliated over what had happened.

"Sweetheart," Mom said lovingly, reaching up to place her hands on his cheeks and turning his face to look directly at her, "Look at me, Bobby." She said. "Open your eyes and look at me."

Slowly, he opened his eyes. Glancing quickly at me and then back to her, I could sense the anxiety flooding through his body and my heart went out to him.

"It's all over now." Mom began. "I know that was incredibly uncomfortable for you, but you got through it."

She told him his bottom should feel perfectly fine now. "Go ahead." She said, encouraging him. "Feel for yourself."

Almost as if he didn't believe what she was saying, he carefully reached back and touched his butt cheeks with both hands. I watched as he tentatively touched and then poked his buttocks, finally pinching some skin between his fingers and smiling lightly when he was convinced his bottom wasn't in pain.

"See?" Mom said, smiling tenderly up at him. "I'd never do anything that would really hurt you, Sweetheart. I know it didn't seem that way when it was stinging so bad, but, you can see for yourself, you're absolutely fine."

"Now look," Mom said, getting his attention and staring directly into his eyes, "what I made you do..... and what you did with the dildo.... all that means absolutely nothing, so don't get hung up on it. I give you my word neither your sister, nor I, will ever speak about that with anyone, okay?"

Bobby looked at me and I could see the look of fear and pleading in his eyes. "I would never, ever say or do anything that would hurt you, Bobby. You know that." I said, softly.

Mom wrapped her arms around both of us and pulled us into a hug. I felt her patting me on the back and I knew she was doing the same to my brother. "I love both of you very much." Mom said, pulling back from her hug and wiping some wetness away from her eyes as she smiled at my brother and me.

"Well, young man," Mom said, looking up at my brother with a satisfied grin on her face, "I'd say you've earned yourself one heck of a good behavior reward, and I don't think you should have to wait any longer for it. What do you say we go take care of that?"

To be continued...



Punishing The Unruly Son Ch. 08



AUTHOR'S NOTE: This story is about the lewd, provocative and embarrassing punishment a young man gets from his mother and sister because of his bad behavior, and, how the punishment affects all of them. It is not BDSM, although in this chapter, it might appear that way. All the characters are over 18 years of age and members of the same family. Please select another story from the vast Literotica library if this doesn't interest you. 

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It was an incredibly touching experience to see the happiness in my mother's eyes after my little brother's spanking. 

Please don't get me wrong here..... Mom wasn't happy she had to spank Bobby. I think what made her happy was the way Bobby took his medicine without one complaint, and, how he accepted the extremely humiliating act of obedience she presented him with.

At first, I thought she was kidding when she began Bobby's spanking. The little, light slaps on his naked butt cheeks seemed like nothing. But, then they drew on and on. When Bobby's butt turned pink, she kept it up. After his butt cheeks turned red, she still continued. And, even though the force of her dainty slaps on his bare ass never increased, over time it became a miserable ordeal for Bobby to endure. I knew it had gotten dreadfully painful for him when he started crying and his body lurched and trembled every time Mom's hand hit his red cheeks.

Mom went to great lengths to speak to him in a gentle voice as his discomfort began to grow. She watched his face for signs of pain and monitored him carefully throughout his ordeal, and, when it appeared he'd had enough, she quickly stopped. 

She was ready to console and comfort him when his spanking was over, even to the point of being prepared to take his mind off the intense sting that spread across his butt. She warned him before she even started – telling him his spanking was going to sting like hell. And, she certainly told the truth.

Perhaps the most bizarre part of Bobby's spanking, though, was the mysterious spray bottle she had. After his spanking was over, she sprayed his butt cheeks with the solution in that bottle, and, almost immediately, the redness vanished and Bobby's pain subsided. I'm not kidding – just as fast as she sprayed his butt cheeks, the skin returned to a normal color and all his pain was gone. Wow. 

Together, the three of us shared a hug, celebrating the end of Bobby's spanking and the hope of a new beginning in our home. Mom praised Bobby for taking his spanking in such an honorable way, and now, it was time for Bobby's good behavior reward. 

Mom held Bobby's hand in hers as she led his still naked body up the stairs to his bedroom. She stopped at his doorway and ushered him inside with me following right behind. As I walked by her, she gave me one of her classic "Mommy" smiles – the kind she used to give us when we brought home a good report card, or gave her a hand painted card for Mother's Day.

"Sweetheart," Mom said to Bobby, "you go stretch out on your bed for a few minutes while I talk to your sister. We'll be back shortly to give you your reward."

As we turned to leave, Bobby was stretching out on his bed and clasping his hands behind his head as it came to rest on top of his pillow. "Don't fall asleep on us." Mom said, giggling. "It would be quite a shame to miss your reward, you know."

Making no attempt to cover his nakedness, Bobby assured her he wouldn't fall asleep, and with that, Mom pulled me across the hall, into her room and shut the door behind her.

As soon as she closed the door, her hands flew up to her cheeks, her jaw dropped open and she looked at me like she was speechless. "I swear," she said to me, talking in a hushed voice, "I'm almost ready to call this whole punishment thing off!" 

"Why would you do that?" I asked. 

"I'm this close," Mom answered, holding up her thumb and index finger to where they were almost touching, "to wanting to jump my own son's bones!"

I had to laugh, especially with the look on her face and the urgency in her words.

"I know what you mean." I said, smiling in front of her. "He's so innocent, and his body..... is..... well, you've seen it.... you know what I mean!"

"Look, Sandra," Mom said, smiling along with me, "I want you to promise me that from now on, you won't repeat anything you and I talk about in private to your brother. Or, anyone else, okay?"

"Yeah." I agreed immediately.

"And that goes double for anything we do to him." Mom said, sternly. "All this stays just between us.... me, you and him."

"Of course." I replied.

Mom turned around and walked to the center of the room, pacing nervously, and then looked up at me. "I've had to change my underwear twice already today." She told me, throwing her arms up in the air. "I've been as wet as a horny schoolgirl all day, and I'm soaked again. Every time I'm close to him I just want to grab his penis..... and do things to him. I mean nasty things, Sandra..... really nasty things."

She asked me if I saw how hard his cock was and how much precum he leaked onto the carpet after his spanking – while she was running that skinny dildo in and out of his bottom. When I told her I didn't even notice he had an erection, she stopped in her tracks and told me there was a three inch wet spot on the carpet underneath him where his cock had dripped.

"That boy is bursting at the seams to ejaculate, Sandra." Mom said, looking up at me with a concerned look on her face. "When he finally goes, it's gonna be a real squirter."

"Okay." I said to her. "I'm having the same kind of thoughts you are, so let's get it out in the open, okay? Both of us are ready to fuck the living daylights out of him."

"Sandra!" Mom exclaimed, softly. "Your language!"

"Well, it's true and you know it." I answered. "Maybe the best thing to do is just accept the inevitable. Brother or not..... son or not, you know where this is going to lead."

"Are you actually suggesting we should have sex with your brother?" She asked. "Like, full penetration? Intercourse?"

"Mom," I replied, "think about it. We undressed him, fondled him and stroked his cock. We even had our fingers up his butt and we've both fucked his ass with a dildo. Don't you think that's already pretty close to having sex?"

"I see what you mean," she relented, "but you're talking about going all the way to full intercourse now, Sandra. Where would it end?" 

"Mother," I answered, pulling her over to the bed and sitting down next to her, "this isn't hard to understand. He's over eighteen years old and the boy is still a virgin. He's never even touched a girl – he told me that himself. He's probably never even seen a real female naked. Is it any wonder why he'd take our panties? We're the only girls in his life and he doesn't have any prospects. So, given what we've already done, I think it's pretty reasonable to think we'd end up having sex with him before the seven days are over."

"Besides," I added, in a confident tone, "I think having sex with him would really demonstrate how much we loved him, and how nice it could be around here if he really changes his behavior. It's good positive reinforcement for a boy his age." 

Mom sat there thinking about what I said. When she glanced up at me, I finished everything I had to say by adding, "If you can't do it, I will."

"You'll do what?" Mom asked.

"I'll be his sex teacher." I said, proudly. "I'm on the pill."

"Don't get ahead of yourself, Sandra. Let's talk this through tonight after we put him to bed." Mom said, looking at the clock on her dressing table. "I can see your point and I'm tempted to agree, but, we don't have time to talk about it now."

Suddenly, Mom's face perked up and she ran over to Dad's old closet and pushed her way to the very back of it. Picking up a box and putting it on the bed, she pulled open the flaps of the box and reached inside. I stood up to see what she was doing, and when I got close enough to look down into the box, I saw it was filled with several sex toys. 

In the fifteen seconds I had to look down into the box before Mom gave me a glaring look and asked me to step back, I saw several dildos, vibrators, handcuffs and what looked like a strap-on harness. But shortly after she turned her attention back to the box, she smiled and pulled out a leather blindfold, two white scarves and a small plastic container.

Hastily closing the box and leaving it right there on the bed, she held up the small plastic container in front of me and said, "Ear plugs." Then, smugly, she held up the blindfold and the scarves and said, "Okay, here's the plan."

Mother explained she wasn't prepared yet to do anything overtly sexual with Bobby. However, if we blindfolded him so he couldn't see, put earplugs in his ears so he couldn't hear, and tied his hands so he wouldn't be able to touch us, she felt she could get through it long enough to give him his reward, and then she and I would figure the rest out once he was in bed.

"Sounds good to me." I said. Then I asked her, "What do you have in mind for a reward?"

"Just follow my lead, Sandra." She said. "If this works, your brother ought to be completely blown away."

Mom was as giddy as I've ever seen her. Whatever she had in mind was certainly unusual and from the look on her face, I could tell she was incredibly excited.

Mom opened the door and we went back across the hall into Bobby's room. Mom was holding the items she took from the box behind her back, hiding them from Bobby's sight so he wouldn't see them when we walked in. I tried excruciatingly hard to keep a calm, serious look on my face and I was doing a good job of it. But once we were standing next to Bobby's bed, Mom started giggling, and even though I tried hard not to, it was only a matter of seconds before she and I were both giggling as he looked up at us.

"Sweetheart," Mom said to Bobby, as she regained her composure, "Your sister and I both agree you deserve an extra special reward for everything you've been through today, and the way you behaved yourself. So, we're prepared to do something incredibly nice for you. But, we're going to ask you to put up with a little inconvenience so we can reward you properly. Are you going to be okay with that?"

"Yeah, sure." My brother answered, with an inquisitive look on his face.

Mom broke into a giggling fit again and handed me the scarves, blindfold and earplugs. "Sandra, first, put the blindfold on him and then the earplugs. Then, I want you to tie your brother's wrists to the headboard so he's not tempted to try to move while he's being rewarded."

Sitting down next to Bobby, Mom patted his chest and assured him he had nothing to worry about, telling him she was sure the reward would be better for him if he wasn't able to see, hear or move. "Trust me, Sweetheart," Mom promised him, "you're gonna love this, and if it's not as good as I'm promising..... well..... uh..... I'll let you spank your sister. How's that?"

"Mom!" I yelled. 

"Well, I guess we just better make it good then, huh?" Mom answered, bursting into laughter again and looking up at me while she and Bobby laughed together.

"Now I want his hands restrained lightly, Dear." Mom said to me. "Don't make them too tight, but I don't want him to be able to get loose, either. I have a few more things to gather up, so, you get busy and I'll be right back."

Mom practically danced out of Bobby's room leaving my brother looking up at me, saying this better be one hell of a good reward or he'd be pulling my panties down and smacking my butt pretty soon.  

"Shush." I said, shaking my finger at him and telling him I was sure he was going to like it.

I did as Mom said; putting the blindfold on him first, securing it behind his head and making sure it covered his eyes so he couldn't see anything. As I was working on the ear plugs, Mom tip-toed in carrying a clean towel and several things stacked on top of it. I casually looked to see what she brought in and was shocked to see the skinny dildo which she slipped into Bobby's bottom after his spanking, along with a bottle of lubricant. Looking up at her, she grinned at me and walked out of the room again, whispering to me she'd be back in a minute.

Shaking my head from side to side wondering what she was up to, I got his ear plugs in, tied one wrist, and then the other loosely to his headboard and tugged on them to make sure they were secure enough to hold him without being uncomfortable. Taking out one of his earplugs, I asked him sweetly him not to try to get loose. He gave me a devilish grin and said he wouldn't. I got his earplug back in just in time before Mom came back into Bobby's bedroom.

When she came in, I about gasped. She had taken off her shorts and sandals and stood there in just her top, bra and panties. Then, walking over to my tied up little brother, she leaned down and pulled out one of his ear plugs.

"Can you see anything?" Mom asked. 

He told her he couldn't see a thing, and after he answered, she sat down on the bed next to him and reached out to grasp his soft penis in her hand.

"So," she began, "I want you to lie here and try to be still like a good boy, and let us do this for you. Alright?"

Bobby smiled, and nodded his head up and down quickly. She told him not to try to do anything - just relax and let it happen. And afterwards, she told him, we'd take him into the bathroom so he could brush his teeth and go potty if he needed to, then we'd put him in bed. She told him again how proud she was of him and told him we expected him to be just as good tomorrow, too. Bobby promised he would.

"Okay." Mom said. "Enjoy your reward."

She put the earplug back in his ear, handed me a pony tail holder and told me to gather my hair back and slip my shorts off. "Just do it." She said as she stood up. "You'll see."  

That's when I noticed she was holding something else – panties.

I almost fainted when I saw my powder blue panties dangling from her fingers along with another pair. "Those were in my hamper." I said, quietly, pointing to the blue panties in her hand. 

"I know, Sandra." Mom answered. "And these were in mine." She said, holding up a pair of her own panties.

"Mom" I cautioned her, "you realize I took those off earlier because they were sopping wet, don't you."

"Uh huh." She said, smiling, and holding up hers. "These are ones I took off a little while ago for the same exact reason, Dear. After hearing his confession, can you think of a better way to get this boy started than by rubbing both our panties on his face? You heard what he said, right?"

As we stood there looking at my naked little brother tied to the bed, she said she had it all figured out. I'd start out by rubbing our panties all over his face, and letting him indulge himself by sniffing and tasting them if he wasn't too bashful to do that in front of us. 

While I was doing that, she was going to lubricate his bottom and slip the skinny dildo back into his butt since he seemed to enjoy that so much after his spanking

Once she had the dildo snuggly up inside him, she said she'd take over teasing his face with our panties and I could get some experience working the dildo in and out of his lubricated butt.

Mom explained we'd take everything slow and easy, torturing him with the panties for a while. At some point, we'd place the wet crotch panels of our panties into his mouth, and one of us would work the dildo in and out of his bottom while the other one lovingly sucked his cock.

Her plan was to trade off, each of us sucking him for a minute or two at a time, and we'd keep taking turns until one of us made him cum.

Mom eyes lit up with excitement as she looked at me, waiting for me to say something. Personally, I thought the plan was brilliant and I told her so. 

"Okay, then," Mom said, "get your shorts off and start teasing him with the panties."

"Alright," I answered, "but why are taking our shorts off?"

"I was thinking we might get the chance to rub ourselves on him a little. You know, maybe he'd get a kick out of that." Mom added. "Plus, I don't think it would do any harm for him to see us in our panties when we untied him and took the blindfold off."

As soon as I had my shorts off, the wet spot in the pink panties I was wearing was very evident to her and I saw her staring at it. "Don't you dare say anything." I said to her. "You're just as wet as I am." I said, pointing at the wet spot between her legs. 

"Believe me, I know." She said, chuckling again. "He ought to enjoy seeing how wet we are once we take the blindfold off."

"Oh, one last thing." Mom said, grabbing my arm and handling me the two pairs of panties. "Boys his age have a hair trigger, and given the amount of erections he's had today, let's try not to get him too close until we're ready to bring him off. When we decide it's time, I think we should just go for it...... make him ejaculate as soon as we can. He's waited long enough."

"Mother," I answered, smiling back at her, "Don't you think we deserve a chance to enjoy this, too? I mean...... if he's gonna be blindfolded and can't hear anything, isn't this a good time take advantage of the situation?"

I think Mom probably understood exactly what I meant, but, I also understood my little brother's urgent need to finally get his release. Either way, I knew it didn't matter because he could blow at any time. He might erupt the exact instant those panties hit his face, or we might have to work on him for an hour. Deep down, though, I secretly wanted to be the lucky one that brought him off, and if I was, I knew exactly what I'd do when the moment came. 

Mom told me she wanted us to start at the same time, thinking it would add an additional confusion factor to Bobby's tied up condition. I liked that idea a lot, primarily because I thought it might keep him from coming too soon. And as we looked at each other, Mom asked if I was ready. We nodded to each other and both stepped forward at the same time.

I sat down on the edge of Bobby's bed at the same instant Mom climbed up from the bottom. As I reached forward with my ridiculously wet blue panties in my hand, Mom was reaching for Bobby ankles. 

First, I gently drug my blue panties across my little brother's face three or four times from side to side, letting the crotch linger at his nose for a moment each time. Once he got a whiff of my panties, I knew I had his attention because he immediately moaned and tried to follow the smell by turning his head as I pulled them across his face.

As I did that, Mom had grasped Bobby's ankles and pushed them up toward his bottom, causing his knees to come up. Once they did, she reached up and pushed his knees out, opening his crotch up to her. She adjusted his feet and knees again until he was lewdly spread open with his cock, balls and anus easily seen, and completely accessible to her.

I swapped panties, setting mine down and dragging my mother's wet panties across Bobby's face several times. As I did it, I had a chance to look at her panties in my hand, and they were just as wet and slimy as my blue ones were. It was a little freaky holding another female's wet panties in my hand, and I was reminded of something Bobby said to us during his panty confession – that our panties smelled different. 

A quick glance told me Mom was busy squeezing some lube out on her finger, so I quickly lifted her panties to my face and smelled them. Just as I did it, Mom looked up to see me holding her panties up to my nose, and then turned her attention back to what she was doing. I immediately felt embarrassed, but she glanced up at me again and said, "I already smelled yours...... when I picked them out of your hamper. I was curious, too, and smelled both our panties side by side. And, yes, we do smell a little different."




Punishing The Unruly Son Ch. 08



Quickly, I picked up my own panties, momentarily forgetting about my little brother, and sniffed my panties, and then my mother's again. I sniffed each of them several times – back and forth until I realized we did smell differently. It wasn't a dramatic difference, but they were definitely different.

"See what I mean?" Mom asked, looking up at me with her finger poised an inch from my little brother's anus. "I can see how he'd be attracted to both our smells."

Setting her panties down, I turned my panties inside out and laid the wet crotch across my brother's nose, thinking I'd let them sit there for a few seconds, then do the same with Mom's panties. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Bobby's cock lurch, and as I turned my head to look, I saw Mom's finger gradually disappearing into my little brother's bottom. 

Slowly, she pushed it in, and when she was all the way in, she pulled her finger out just as slowly, twisted it around and started pushing it in again. Directly in my line of sight, I could see between Mom's legs. She was sitting on her butt, between my brother's legs, with one knee up and the other against the bed. I didn't realize I was staring, but after about fifteen seconds, she moved a little and the next thing I knew, I was looking directly into her crotch, easily able to see how the silky fabric of the panties she was wearing pulled tightly across her lips. She was wet, I could tell that easily, and as I glanced up at her, she was looking right at me as her finger slid in and out of Bobby's bottom.

I had to wonder if adjusting the way she was sat was just a coincidental action to get more comfortable, or, if she was intentionally opening her legs up so I could get a better look at her. She didn't say anything and the expression on her face didn't change, but after a few more seconds, she looked back down into Bobby's crotch, grasped his hardened cock with her free hand and continued finger fucking his butt. 

I picked up my panties from Bobby's face and replaced them with her panties, draping the crotch panel across his nose and leaving them there for a few moments. Then, with a quick glance up to my mother, I reached down and lightly pinched my brother's nose, rubbing the crotch of Mom's panties against his nostrils.

Bobby's cock jumped as I held Mom's wet panties against his face. In response, Mom reached up and grasped his shaft, holding it straight up, and started to giggle as her finger glided smoothly in and out of his ass. 

"Gawd," Mom whispered, as she grinned up at me, "it's so thick. Can you just imagine how this thing would feel up inside you?"

I couldn't help but chuckle at her comment. Then, deciding I might as well say what was on my mind, I turned to her and quickly said it.

"One of us has to be his first." I said, softly. "One of us needs to do it."

"Yeah, I know." Mom replied, quietly. "We need to talk it through, though."

About that time, Mom reached over to pick up the skinny dildo and I pulled Mom's wet panties off of Bobby's face and replaced them with my sopping wet blue ones. Wiggling the gusset of those panties down between my little brother's lips, I pushed the wet crotch panel into his mouth and as I expected, he started to suck them.

When I turned back to look at Mom, she'd nudged the end of the skinny dildo up against Bobby's hole and was just about to push it in. As she glanced up at me, I nodded my head as if I was giving her permission to slip it into my little brother's ass. And, as she started to apply gentle pressure against his anus, it finally slipped into him and Bobby groaned out loud. 

"Was that a strap-on I saw in that box you had?" I asked, after she'd gently pushed the dildo into my little brother's butt.

Mom turned red, and after a few seconds, she looked up at me and nodded her head. "Your father's favorite toy." Mom said, softly. "He was always terribly embarrassed about it, but, he really loved it."

"We should try it out on Bobby." I replied, without looking up at her. 

"Not tomorrow." Mom answered. "But, given the way he took to the dildo after his spanking, and the way he's responding now, I agree we ought to try."

Without pausing, Mom looked up at me and suggested we change positions now, telling me to leave my panties on my brother's face and take her place working the dildo in and out of Bobby's bottom. That was fine with me, and as we swapped positions and I took hold of the end of the skinny dildo and began moving it back inside his butt, Mom sat down on the edge of the bed and did something that really surprised me. She leaned over and put the head of Bobby's cock right in her mouth.

Mom sucked him for several seconds before she turned her eyes toward me. Nodding my head, I gave her a smile, saying, "I was getting tired of waiting, too."

I'd given many blowjobs, but, I'd never seen another female perform oral sex in front of me. Yeah, I'd seen it on DVDs and on the internet, but I've never seen it live – until now. And, I have to say, Mom didn't seem to be shy about sucking her son's cock while I watched. If anything, I think she got off on it, because she seemed to be enjoying herself.

She sucked the head of his cock lightly, and then took more of him into her mouth until her lips were stretched around his meaty pole. Then pulling up off him, she used her hands to skim up and down his slobbery shaft, twisting her fists as she went, and then took him back in her mouth as far as she could. She seemed to be in another world as she sucked him...... her eyes were closed and it appeared to me she wasn't just sucking him, she was making love to his cock with her mouth.    

She stopped suddenly and looked up at me. "He's leaking." Mom whispered, licking her lips. "I can taste it in my mouth. Maybe we should swap for a few minutes so you can get a chance in case he's starting to get close." 



I can't tell you how much I appreciated that. Ten seconds later, we'd swapped places and I was just about to reach down and lift his cock to my lips when I had a very nasty idea. I considered discussing it with Mom, but, deciding it was easier to get forgiveness than get her permission, I just went ahead and did it.

Getting up on the bed, I whisked the panties off my little brother's face, turned myself around so I was facing his feet and placed my knees on either side of Bobby's body. Then glancing up at my mother, I lowered my panty covered pussy to Bobby's face and gently rubbed the crotch of my panties against his nose as I sat down on his face. 

You should have seen the way Mom's eyes popped open as I hovered above my little brother's face. At first, I thought she was going to have a heart attack, but after a few seconds, her eyes lit up and she broke out into a huge grin. 

"Oh, Gawd yes..... suck him now, Sandra." Mom said to me. "You've got to feel that thing in your mouth. It feels amazing."

As I leaned down to grasp Bobby's cock, Mom beat me to it. Wrapping her fingers around his shaft, she lifted him up and pointed his cock up at me. She had a sinister look in her eyes as she held him, and just for a second I wondered what she was doing.

"Go ahead and suck him." Mom said again. "I'll hold him so you can rub yourself on his face while you suck him."

She didn't have to tell me twice, and in the next three seconds, I was leaning down on my elbows and sucking my little brother's cock while my mother held it up for me. I heard Bobby moan under me as I gently let my pussy down on his nose and mouth, and as I took Bobby's cock deeper and deeper, I felt a flood of juice gush between my lower lips and out into my panties. 

Bobby's tongue was touching me down there – I could feel it pressing into the gusset of my panties, and as I realized he was probably licking the fresh lubrication that was seeping out of my vagina, I felt another gush and Bobby pushed his face up into me. I shifted on top of him, burying his nose and mouth up into me as hard as I could.

"Lean up, Sandra." I heard Mom say, as she pulled me up off my brother's cock. I didn't want to let his package go, but Mom was pulling me by my shoulders and when I lifted my head up, his cock popped out of my mouth and slapped loudly against his belly.

"Sit up for a minute," Mom said, as I looked up at her. So, being as careful as I could not to smother Bobby's face with my crotch, I leaned up to look at her. When I did, I saw her moving over his legs, straddling his hips, and then sitting down directly on top of Bobby. Mom wiggled for a minute and when she stopped, I could clearly see she had positioned herself with Bobby's meaty shaft pressed against the crotch of her panties.

She jostled back and forth on him for a few seconds, searching for the perfect place to rub on my brother's thick cock as she sat on top of him. Once she found that spot..... the spot where Bobby's fat length laid up against her slit, Mom began to rock back and forth on top of him.

Watching her, I started to rub myself on Bobby's face, changing my position little by little until I felt Bobby's mouth against my clit. 

"Is he licking you?" Mom asked. 

I managed to nod my head up and down to answer her while my little brother's mouth tended to my clit. Looking down, I could see Mom sliding back and forth along Bobby's generous shaft, leaving a wet trail of her natural juices up and down Bobby's cock.

Mom's eyes were closed and she was rocking on top of him, grinding her pussy down on my little brother's meat. She was making little sounds as she rode him, sounds that told me she wasn't going to stop until it happened – until she made herself cum. I was completely mesmerized watching her. It was almost as if she was fucking him...... the way her body moved and the way she caught her breath every now and then.

Mom was doing it..... she could deny it if she wanted to, but, she was dry humping him. She was using her son's cock to satisfy her own need to cum, and she didn't care if I saw her doing it. Of course, that was all the permission I needed to shift around until I found the best place, and once I found it, Bobby obliged me and began nibbling on my clit in earnest through my panties.

Mom began to moan rhythmically, and I watched her closely, wondering if she might actually have an orgasm rubbing her pussy against my little brother's cock. Her hips were moving quicker now along his shaft and the wet spot in her panties had spread so much, it looked like she was completely drenched. 

I can't really find the words to explain how I felt. I was mad that my mother had pulled me off Bobby's cock and jealous that she was now riding him. But, on the other hand, Bobby's mouth had found my sweet spot and I knew if he kept it up, my little brother was going to make me cum. 

Mom opened her eyes and we looked at each other as we both took advantage of Bobby. He was licking and sucking me in just the right place and she was rubbing down on that gorgeous cock, literally getting closer and closer to her eventual orgasm. Then, unbelievably, it started to happen. I knew I was only seconds from cuming.

It built up so fast, I didn't even have time to react. It just washed over me, starting deep inside my vagina and spreading through my body like an uncontrolled nuclear explosion. I couldn't breathe and I couldn't move – I was frozen there on top of Bobby's face as he sucked my clit through my panties. And, when the feeling finally got to the point where I began to shudder, I moaned and wheezed as my body began to convulse. 

It seemed like it took hours to pass, but, I knew it was only seconds. And, when it was over, the only thing I could do was lift my crotch up from Bobby's mouth and gasp for air trying to catch my breath.

When I recovered and looked up, Mom was sitting on top of Bobby and she was trying to catch her breath, too. When our eyes met, we both blushed and snickered, and it was clear to me that we'd both just had a nice cum thanks to my darling little brother.

It was uncomfortable, just for a minute, but Mom lightened the mood by saying, "That was so, so good..... I really needed that."

"Me, too." I said, as I started to giggle.    

"We need to help your brother finish now." Mom added. "No more fooling around, okay?"

To be continued.