****** Mother's Little Slave by Patrick Rasmussen ******
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Mother's Little Slave


Stephen Ross awoke in a strong ray of sunlight, but almost instantly he knew
something was different. Something was wrong. He felt colder, somehow, even
though it was the middle of summer.

He got out of bed, padded downstairs and went into bright sunlit kitchen where
the first thing he saw was his mother and sister, Fiona, looking at him with
insane grins on their faces.

Instantly, his heart froze. This could only mean one thing: Dad was away.

"Don't just stand there, you useless little twerp, get undressed,' Mother said,
as if she couldn't wait to humiliate him. "Your father's not here to save you
now!"

"Oh, Mum, can't I undress him?" asked Fiona.

"Go on then," Mother replied as if she didn't really care. "You," she added,
pointing at Stephen, "don't move."

Stephen just stood there as his sister tore off his pyjamas leaving him
standing completely naked amidst a pile of bright blue pyjamas in the middle of
the kitchen. It took less than ten seconds. His hands moved automatically in
front of his soon-to-be-not-so-private parts.

"By your sides," Mother hissed.

His hands dropped silently to his hands almost of their own accord and his
naked body exposed itself shyly to them.

It was always the same. Normally, Dad worked from home, but on the rare
occasions he went away for a few days, his mother and sister tortured him and
treated him like a slave. He was forbidden from wearing any clothes when Dad
wasn't there and he was beaten if he didn't do exactly what he was told.
Stephen was never quite strong enough to refuse.

"And no touching yourself, either," Mother said as she walked over to him. She
grabbed his dick tightly and added, "especially not here!"

Behind him, Fiona's laughs trembled every inch of his skin.

Mother got up, blew some smoke in his face and grinned at him. "We've got a lot
for you to do today, don't we Fiona?"

"Yes, Mum!" Fiona laughed. 'Washing up for a start!'

"Good idea, dear!"

Stephen reluctantly headed for the sink and started filling it up with water
while Fiona and Mother watched him, making jokes about what a wimp he is and
how much he looked like a baby when he was naked. Then, just as Stephen picked
up the first plate, he suddenly felt Fiona's chubby little hand tickling it's
way in between his cheeks and around his penis like a cat. He nearly dropped
the plate he was holding.

"Please don't do that, Fiona..."

"Why not? Scared you might 'pee' on the floor again!"

"Noooooo..."

Then, just as he thought he was about to explode, she stopped. Stephen almost
had a heart attack. What was she going to do next?

For the next few minutes, she just watched him. Then, just as his penis fell
limp again, she grabbed it and stroked it even harder than before. For the next
twenty minutes, Fiona played with his penis, getting it hard and letting it go
soft again, over and over again. By the time she'd finished, Stephen was about
ready to collapse

"Good enough," Mother said after a quick inspection, "Now, the garden needs
attention."

"What?" Stephen gasped. "Outside?"

"Yes, I believe that's where it is," Mother replied pointing outside. "You can
come back in when you've finished the weeding and cut the grass."

"But -"

"NOW."

The last thing Stephen heard as he shuffled outside was the sound of the door
laughing and his mother and sister laughing. They watched him from the telly
room as he wandered around the garden, completely nude, pulling up green and
yellow weeds of all shapes. it wasn't easy. Every time he moved, something
seemed to tickle his dick or his balls - some long grass, weeds, even a quick
breeze - making him feel thrilled but at the same time even more humiliated. It
wasn't long before he had a hard-on jerking about whenever he tried to walk.

He looked up at the house next door, where Mrs. Nobbs was looking down on him
from an upstairs window with her arms folded. Was that a smile on her face he
could see?

"And no touching yourself," Mother yelled. "I'm watching you..."

He finished the weeding and cut the grass with the rusty push mower. By the
time he was finished, sweat glistened on every inch of his skin. He knocked on
the back door and was eventually allowed back in to eat his lunch. Just before
he was finished, mother announced that she was going out for the afternoon and
that Fiona was in charge. She smiled at Stephen gave Fiona a hug and with the
words "just keep him out of trouble," was gone.

Fiona just smiled.

Once they were finished and Stephen had done the washing up she called him
inside, where she was watching television.

"What?" he said.

"Oh, nothing," Fiona replied. She reached out, grabbed his balls and started
tickling them. "Just stand there!"

Stephen groaned. Where did she keep her hands - in the fridge? He took deep
breath after deep breath but he couldn't help his penis from starting to
harden.

"Please... Stop!" he hissed.

"Why? I like this!"

"I don't!"

"Who cares what you like?" Fiona replied. She grabbed his penis and began
stroking it gently. "It's mine, anyway, not yours. You're not even allowed to
touch it!"

She withdrew her hand, giving Stephen a quick shock.

"Go on!" She said. "Do it! Do it yourself!"

Stephen's hands stayed by his side. "I... I can't..."

"Why not?"

"I'm... I'm not allowed touch it..."

"Of course not!" Fiona got up and went over to the phone. She dialed a number.
"And I'm allowed to touch it whenever I want to!"

Stephen just stood there and said nothing. Who was she calling?

"Oh, hello? Jenny? Hi! It's me! Hey," she fixed Stephen with a steely glare,
"you wanna come over? And bring Josie - I've got something here you might wanna
see!"

Stephen nearly fainted! Fiona had done some pretty humiliating things to him in
the past, but she'd never called her friends over! What was she thinking? He
had an agonising wait of about five minutes before the doorbell rang.

"Well, don't just stand there," Fiona said, "answer it!"

"Like this?"

She grinned at him and nodded. "They're going to see you anyway!" Fiona
laughed. "You might as well!"

Stephen hobbled out into the hall. Through the glass on the front door he could
see the blurred figures of Fiona's friend and her little sister. What were they
going to do to him?

Slowly he reached up with his left hand and opened the door, with his right
hands covering (but not touching) his penis.

Jenny took one look at him and laughed. Josie just whispered "Oh my God!"

"You're naked!" Jenny said as she went inside. "Is this what you wanted to show
us?" she called inside.

"Yeah!" Fiona yelled back. "Cute isn't he? And make sure he's not playing with
himself. He's not allowed!"

Stephen's face went even redder.

He followed the girls inside as Fiona explained what was happening. "And now
he's all ours," she said, "and we can do whatever we like with him."

Josie's eyes glowed like giant golf balls. "Oh, cool!" she said. "Anything?"

"Yeah," Fiona replied. "Except make him play with himself! But we can do that
for him..."

Josie reached out to touch Stephen's small dick, but she stopped, as if she
thought that this was some sort of joke. Stephen just stood there, powerless.
Then, Fiona grabbed Josie's hand and wrapped it around him. "See?" she said.

Stephen had never felt so good. This was the first younger hand he'd ever had
feeling him up and he wanted her to go on forever, no matter how embarrassing
it was. He felt Fiona's hand scraping his bare bottom with her fingernails and
open his cheeks to see right up into his bottom.

"Eee-ow," she screeched. "Gross!"

They spent the whole afternoon playing with him. At one point Jenny took her
shoe and sock off and made Stephen put his penis between her toes and
masturbate like that! Even Fiona got a laugh out of it. She went behind him and
started spanking his bottom again and again, until it was bright pink.

"I love the way his bum shakes when you smack it!" Josie said. "It's all pink
and wobbley!"

"Don't let him cum," Fiona said to Jenny.

"Why not?"

Fiona spanked him one last time. One real hard smack that echoed all around the
room. "It's worse for him when he's not allowed to come," she said.

Stephen just groaned. His penis was rock hard now. The top of it was redder
than he had ever seen it in his entire life and it tingled, begging to be
released. But the thought of what Mother would do if he came for himself rather
than came for them stopped him dead in his tracks.

"Hey!" Fiona said suddenly, 'you wanna see something really gorss?'

The other girls looked at her and smiled.

Fiona turned to Stephen and said, 'into the kitchen and get me one of those
small mandarin oranges.'

Stephen frowned. His heart stated thumping. Now what was she going to do to
him?

"Peel it!"

Carefully, he peeled the small orange, throwing the discarded peels into the
empty fireplace. Then, almost shaking with a whole kaleidoscope of emotions, he
passed her the orange.

Fiona split the orange into small segments. Then she grabbed Stephen by the
rest and pulled him over her lap. He felt her pulling his cheeks apart.
Suddenly he realised what she was doing and screamed.

"Stop squirming!" Fiona ordered as if he was a naughty little boy. Stephen
stopped as much as he could. He felt his cheeks being opened and the first of
the segments slipped into his rectum. It was a little painful, but not as bad
as he'd imagined.

Then the second and the third and finally a fourth.

"I can't believe they fit!' Jenny smiled. "Without bursting!"

"Oh, the trick is not to force them all in! Right, you," she smacked Stephen's
bum one more time, "up! Now. Go out to the bathroom and get your toilet!"

"What? Now?"

"NOW!" Fiona yelled. "And hurry! Run!"

Stephen ran all the way upstairs, fetched the potty from under the cupboard at
the end of the bath and ran downstairs again. Once inside, he put the potty in
the middle of the room and waited for instructions.

"Well, don't just stand there, sit down!"

"But... but I don't need to go..." Stephen told her meekly.

"Of course you can. I just put something up there, didn't I?

Stephen looked at her and slowly sat down on the potty like a little toddler.
He tried to push the mandarin pieces out again but nothing happened. Then,
suddenly, he felt a little parting between his cheeks and out popped the first
of the segments. He took a deep breath and started breathing heavily.

"You'd think he was having a baby!" Josie laughed as the second one came out to
a deep grunt. Then came the second, the third and finally the fourth. Stephen
waited until Fiona told him to stand up again before getting up.

He couldn't help looking down at his 'work'. Sure enough, there were four
pieces of orange looking much the same as they went in apart from being a touch
browner.

"We should make him eat them!" Josie exclaimed.

"Yeah!" Jenny agreed.

Fiona looked at Stephen. Please don't make me to it, he thought. He could feel
his face burning with embarrassment. Without even waiting for an answer he
slowly got down on his hands and knees and moved his mouth close to the potty.

'Hang on!' Jenny said.

'What?'

'He can't eat them,' she said. The other girls looked at her and frowned. Even
Stephen suddenly felt confused. Delighted to be spared the indignity before him
but confused.

'Not without cream,' Jenny continued.

"Oh, yes! Come here little baby boy!' Fiona said. She grabbed him and pulled
him onto her lap. She grabbed the potty with her left hand and pulled it in
front of Stephen's dick.

"Bet he squirts a lot!" Josie said.

It didn't take long. Stephen hadn't lost his hard-on for over and hour and
within seconds he was groaning an swaying and shooting into the potty, all over
the oranges.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door and Mother herself came in. She greeted
the girls looked at the potty and smiled in full admiration.

"Just in time, Mum! We're going to make him eat them!"

"Excellent, dear! You always were the creative one!"

And so, Stephen got down on his hands and knees and eat the creamed mandarins
one by one. When he'd finished, Fiona sat on his back and rubbed his bottom
again. 'Don't forget to like all the cumcream from the edge of the potty,
Stephen!'

Again, Stephen lowered his face to the potty and began licking.

"I've just had an idea," Mum said suddenly. "Seeing as it's such a nice day,
how would you girls like to come to the beach with us tomorrow?"

"Yeah!"

"Cool! Thanks!"

"I'm sure we can all have lots of fun with Stephen!"

THE END (OF PART ONE...)

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