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Chapter 1 – Piling on Straws
"Brock!"
Oh shit, I was busted again. My mother, Roseanna, stared at me with a fiery gaze, her eyes
like penetrating lasers.
"How many times Brock! How many times do I have to tell you not to fist that, that, that big
filthy prick in my living-room!" mother yelled.
I sat completely still, silent and stunned with my mouth and eyes wide open. Mother must've
been really heated. I had heard her curse a few times already, but not regularly, and only once
before was it directed at me. Evidently I struck a nerve, a deep rooted nerve.
This made the third time that she had caught me wanking and watching porn in the living
room. I still didn't think it called for her to go postal on me. I was on my Thanksgiving break
from college when she busted me the first two times. And this third time was over my
Christmas break, only one month after the Thanksgiving break. How did I get caught jackingoff
in the living-room three times? Here's how it all happened and what transpired each time
mother caught me.
Caught for the 1st Time: Warning
Normally I would go to my bedroom to jack my dick and I would always shut and lock the
door. I mean who doesn't want privacy while cranking out a good one? Plus with mother
being old fashioned and prudish, I definitely kept my porn put away in a safe place. I always
made sure to stay relatively quiet while jacking-off.
However, during the holiday season, I'm home alone for most of the day and I can masturbate
without worrying about privacy. My older sister, Jessica, graduated from college and landed a
big time job out of state a few years ago. My older brother left home right before his senior
year of high school because he couldn't stand living under mother's strict rules. He calls from
time to time, but he never visits the house. When I want to see him, I have to meet him on
"neutral" territory. My parents were divorced when I was just a k**. Mother got to keep the
house and collect a big alimony check from my father. So for the past few years, she and I
have lived alone in this house that was built for a big family.
Mother would spend so much time shopping and visiting friends and relatives during the
holidays that it gave me the whole house to myself. I would finally get the chance to enjoy
watching my porn DVDs on the big flat-screen television in the living-room. I preferred the
crisp clear picture of the flat-screen over the blurry details of the small screen TV in my
bedroom. Particularly, I liked how I could actually see the clit in detail on a porn star.
This setup had worked fine for a couple of years. I wanked to digitally sharp nipples and
surround sound moans and never had the slightest worry about privacy or getting caught.
This year, however, was a different story. I did it one time, or should I say three times, too
many.
Mother had a relatively calm reaction the first time that she caught me beating off. She busted
me as she returned home early from shopping and visiting my aunt's house. I had expected
her to be gone all day therefore I wasn't paying attention to hear her open the front door.
When mother walked in on me, I swiftly snatched a couch pillow to cover my crotch. It was
quicker to cover my crotch than to try to stuff my dick back into my jeans. I frantically
pressed buttons on the remote control to shut off the DVD player. Mother walked over to the
couch and stood directly in front of me with her hands on her hips and shaking her head in
disapproval. I braced myself for a verbal lashing because she always gave me strict lectures
when ever she disapproved of my actions.
"Why would you do that out here?" mother asked.
"Uh, I'm sorry. How long am I grounded for?" I asked with my head down.
I had grown use to mother handing out punishments like a principal hands out detention slips.
I wanted her to dish out the verdict and let me be on my way, but she surprised me with
leniency.
"I won't ground you so long as you understand that you need to keep that," mother said as she
nodded toward my crotch, "in the privacy of your own room Brock."
In my state of shock I had done a half-assed job at covering my crotch. It wasn't that easy to
quickly cover ten inches of penis with a small couch pillow while fumbling with the remote
control at the same time. Now in an effort to save myself some shred of dignity, I moved the
pillow over to cover my dick completely.
Mother looked up into my face and snickered like a school girl teasing a class-mate. Feeling
my manhood threatened, even though only by my mother, I became defensive. Actually, the
fact that it was my mother who was laughing at me made it even worse.
"What are you laughing at? This is embarrassing enough," I said.
"Good. Maybe you will think twice before pulling a stunt like this again."
"I will, for sure. But this isn't funny."
"I find it absolutely comical how a boy can develop so well physically yet still lack basic
common sense," mother said.
"What are you, oh, you're talking about my..."
"Bad judgment; I've taught you how to make better decisions than that," mother interrupted.
"What, you mean trying to cover myself with this pillow?"
"I mean this whole incident."
"Yeah, I guess it was pretty stupid of me."
"Why would you even do that out here in the first place?"
"Uh, I uh..."
"On second thought, I do not care to know. You may be excused to your room now," mother
said.
I got up, pillow in front of my crotch and clutching my jeans, and hurried to my room before
mother changed her mind about not grounding me. As soon as I made it inside my room, I
flopped down on my bed. I stared up at the ceiling and let what had just happened sink in. I
thought the confrontation had actually gone pretty well considering how things could have
turned real ugly. Mother could be really strict at times. I guess the holiday season kept her
from grounding me.
Although mother had interrupted when I tried to ask what she meant by "how a boy can
develop so well physically," I was pretty sure what she meant by the comment. In her own
conservative way, my mother had basically said that I have a big dick. I chuckled at the
thought. I didn't contemplate on it for too long though because I felt overjoyed that I was not
grounded for wanking in the living-room.
Caught for the 2nd Time: Infamous Lecture.
Later that week, I sat in my room thinking to myself how my porn DVDs looked so much
more graphic on the flat-screen television than on the crappy regular screen in my room. I
knew then what I wanted to ask mother to buy me for Christmas, a big flat-screen television
for my room.
For the mean time, however, I decided that if I were more careful about not getting caught, I
could keep jacking-off and watching porn in the living-room. I could do it when I knew for
sure that mother would be away for a while. I would just have to listen out carefully for her
car pulling into the driveway in case she came back early. It sounded like a safe plan to my
horny college freshman mind.
Evidently I was wrong. Maybe I wasn't careful enough because I got so caught up in a
gripping triple-x feature. Or maybe I didn't really care as much as I would have if she had
been stricter the first time she caught me. My carelessness probably stemmed from a
combination of the two, but either way I got busted again.
Before mother caught me for the second time, she told me that she wanted to visit a friend
whom she only got the chance to see during the holidays. I asked her how long she planned to
be out and found that she would be gone for several hours because she also had some other
stops to make. I felt sure that provided enough time to watch a hot flick or two on the big flatscreen.
As soon as she was out the door, I grabbed my DVDs and my lube.
Engrossed in a scorching movie while squeezing and slowly stroking the full length of my
shaft , I thought for sure I had plenty of time to beat off as much as I wanted. However, fortyfive
minutes hadn't passed when I looked up and saw mother standing in the doorway. It
looked like she was staring right past me and off into space, as if dazed by some deep
thought. I had no idea how long she had been standing there.
"Mom!" I shouted.
My reflex was to move quickly to cover my dick with a couch pillow and to grab the remote
to shut off the television. Mother jumped as if I had startled her. She regained her composure
and walked into the room calmly, but her face appeared more troubled than it had been the
first time she caught me. She looked somewhat flushed. It was cold outside, so for there to be
sweat on her brow she must have been inside our warm house for at least a little while.
Because I was in the middle of watching an intense movie while jacking-off, my sex drive
was elevated. I had always thought mother had a pretty face, but for the first time, I realized
that my mother would be nothing short of hot and sexy if she got rid of that bland sense of
style and fashion.
Despite mother's conservative manner and no matter what she wore to cover up her body, you
could still notice that her breasts were nice and plump. Her curves defied her attempts at
containment. Her wardrobe of long sleeve sweaters and blouses always covered her skin, but
at the same time they all fit her snuggly. Her curves did not go unnoticed in my heated stated.
I didn't see them in a desiring sexual way but it was more so like admiration. I broke my runaway
train of thought along with the silent tension that permeated the air.
"Mom, I'm sorry. How long have you been, uh, back from visiting your friend?"
She ignored my question and shook her head slowly from side to side, signaling that she
disapproved of me beating off in the living room, again.
"Did you forget our little talk?" mother asked.
"No mother. I'm sorry, I thought I would be more careful," I answered.
She smirked and sarcastically remarked, "That worked out well, didn't it."
I laughed believing that mother couldn't be too upset or else she wouldn't joke about it. When
mother saw me taking the situation lightly, she wiped the smirk from her face and got serious.
"Brock, you should keep this kind of behavior in the privacy of your room. This is the second
time, I'm not going to warn you again," she said sternly.
"Yes mam," I mumbled.
I knew right then, however, that if I got a good enough opportunity to watch porn on the flatscreen,
I would take it. After all, I had done it the prior two years and never gotten caught.
Surely I couldn't get caught for a third time this year. Plus mother was actually going light on
me by not grounding me or giving me a long dull lecture. Shit, I enjoyed watching high
quality porn and having intense wank sessions; it would take more than a simple warning to
curtail my actions.
Mother must have perceived the indifference in my mumbled agreement and she probably
sensed that I had intentions to jack-off in the living room again. Instead of dropping the
subject like I thought, she tightened her face, gave me a harsh look, and launched into her
strict preaching mode. She shouted with an angry and completely unsympathetic tone.
"I am serious Brock! We will have guests for the holidays this year. I do not want you out
here watching those nasty videos and pulling on that fat nasty thing!"
"What!? Did you hear what you just ..."
Ignoring my attempt to ask a question, mother kept right on with her angry fussing.
"My guests would be mortified if they saw you like that, with that, that obscene monster out
in my living-room! I cannot allow it. I will not allow it. For my guests to think I run a loose
household all because you refuse to keep that, that, I won't have it. Do you understand me?"
Whoa, mother referred to my dick as both a "fat nasty thing" and a "monster." She had
emphasized the word monster like my dick was despicable or something. Seeing her go on a
heated tirade didn't really bother me; I had grown use to that over the years. It was her word
choice that surprised and somewhat excited me.
Not her fussing, but the thought of strangers ruining my peace and relaxation on my break
from school really annoyed me. My older sister coming back home would be enough, she
could be a bitch at times, but it was the thought of other company that really aggravated me.
"Do I make myself clear!?" mother said sternly.
"I guess so."
"No, not 'I guess so.' You say 'yes' when answering me. What has gotten into you?"
"Yes mam, I understand. I apologize, I was distracted by, umm, did you call my penis a 'fat
thing'?"
I caught mother off guard with the question. She stood silent for a few seconds then sat down
on the edge of the couch and brushed the wrinkles out of her ankle-length skirt before she
started to lecture me.
"Yes, I said 'thing' instead of something inappropriate. I'm sure the promiscuous girls at your
school use dirty words in reference to the male privates. But as your mother and as a lady, I
chose to say 'thing.'"
Mother gave her explanation with an air of sophistication and superiority, but it didn't fully
answer my question.
"I know you're conservative, so that's why you called it a 'thing.' I was wondering why you
said 'fat'."
"Well, uh, umm, I was extremely upset and that's what came out. I'm sorry, I really didn't
mean it," mother said.
"Aw man, so it isn't fat then?" I asked while lifting the pillow away from my crotch.
Mother gasped and put her hand over her mouth. Upon her audible intake of breath, I snapped
the pillow back down to cover my crotch. Realizing I had shocked her, I hurriedly offered an
explanation before she could give me another verbal lashing.
"I just wanted to be sure, you know. I guess it's a guy thing, worrying about stuff like that all
time." I said.
I tried to make eye contact with mother but she was still shocked, staring at the pillow that
covered my crotch. I continued to explain myself so as to curb any angry reaction she may
have after recovering from the shock.
"I hate being unsure of myself. I'm so confused about it, not knowing whether it's, you
know... Ah forget it, you probably don't wanna hear about this," I said.
"No, it's understandable at your age. I hate that you are confused, it's not healthy," mother
said.
"See, you know exactly what I mean. So can you tell me for sure?"
I slowly lifted the pillow away from crotch while mother gawked in surprise. She did not tell
me to cover it back up, so I left my dick out in the open. Mother continued to stare at it while
she offered an explanation.
"Yes, I guess 'big' would also fit, but fat is an accurate description. I was angry, it slipped in
the heat of the moment."
"So this girl at school, she really meant it when she said I had a big cock?" I asked excitedly.
"Brock! You've been awfully bold as of late. What type of girls have you been meeting at the
University? I told you what could happen if you fool around with fast women. When
something bad happens, don't say I didn't warn you," mother said sternly
"Yes, I know, I figured she was only pulling my leg. I thought no girl would seriously say
that about me. I was right, she was just messing with my head huh?" I said despondently.
"I guess the indecent ones would say something like that, yes. A common whore would refer
to it as a, a 'big cock.' But not decent women, we do not speak like that."
Mother had hesitated then altered her voice before she said the foul words 'big cock.' She
snickered at her mockery of whores.
"Really!? What else would they say?" I asked excitedly.
"Something inappropriate most likely," mother said as she shook her head showing her
befuddlement at how some women could talk and behave that way.
Mother's explanation of a "whore's vocabulary" caused my dick to stir. I still had it uncovered
and mother kept her vision down at it more than as she looked up into my face. I was really
surprised that she hadn't berated me for leaving it exposed for this long. She had lectured me
a couple of times before about the dangers and pitfalls of whores, but none of her lectures had
ever been this stimulating.
"I saw this one movie where a woman said her boyfriend had a 'big juicy cock." Would a
woman say that about mine if she saw it?" I asked.
"Brock! That is unruly. Those movies of yours are utter filth; they belong in the trash. 'Big
juicy cock!?' What kind of woman speaks like that? A whore, a filthy whore!"
Mother showed considerable disdain for promiscuous women. When I was in high school she
had caught me in the kitchen feeling up a girl's skirt and that nearly blew mother's top. She
had called the girl all kinds of mean names after she rushed the girl out of our house. That
was a couple years ago, so her current admonitions came as no surprise to me. She continued
the lecture.
"Whores are dangerous, have I not warned you about them before? You're thing is rather
large, so they may call it a, what was that, a 'big juicy cock,' but don't you fall prey to that
filth. Remember what I've taught you. Stay away from women who..."
Mother gasped. I heard her intake the quick sharp breath and I followed her line of sight as
she stared wide-eyed at my crotch. All the talk about whores had caused my cock to stiffen
even more and it started to lift from my groin. Mother regained her composure to speak
again.
"Stay away from women who use foul language. Brock, that thing is growing, make it stop."
"Guys have no control over that, right? I can't make it stop."
"Well, put it away then. We've talked about this enough already."
"I could better avoid those evil and dangerous women if I knew more about their
mannerisms. You said 'that thing is growing,' but what would one of those dangerous women
say if she saw my thing like this?"
"She would probably say something disgusting, now put it away," mother said.
"Like what?"
"Do you think I associate with that kind of women?"
"I know you don't associate with them, but you've been in this world longer than me. You
should know about these things."
"My goodness, what am I going to do with you. I remember my days at the University, some
girls would say the most foul-mouthed things; I hate to even repeat it," mother said.
"Go on, it's alright," I encouraged.
To mock the promiscuous girls, mother altered her voice when she spoke the sexual phrases
in her explanation.
Mother explained, "They would make brash comments like 'his bulge is swelling' or 'look, he
has a hard on.' My roommate frequently used those kinds of filthy expletives, the degenerate
hag."
Mother chuckled at her insulting imitation of her roommate.
"What else would she say?" I asked eagerly.
"One day she put a dirty magazine right in my face and said, 'Rose, look at that big piece of
cock-meat. Doesn't it look delicious?' How disgraceful can one girl possibly be? I still
remember her persistence in trying to make me behave like her, like a good for nothing
floozy."
"Wow, so this is a big piece of cock-meat," I said while smiling and pointing at my dick.
Mother was despondent and hung her chin down as she slowly nodded yes. However, she
quickly changed her response once she fully realized what I had said.
"No, no, no. Brock you shouldn't talk like that. That is how they talk. I did not repeat that
story for you to go using those foul words too," mother said.
"Oh, sorry, it slipped. So this isn't a big piece of, you know, what your roommate said?"
"Well, I guess, I mean, I guess it's like the one from the magazine she showed me, but that is
not the proper way to talk about it."
"Yes mam," I agreed.
Mother huffed in frustration. She had admitted my dick was a 'big piece of cock-meat' while
trying to maintain an air of superiority and saintliness at the same time. This was too good.
"Did your roommate ever succeed in getting you to act like her?" I asked.
"No!" mother said sharply.
"Not even once? She must've been a source of temptation, always talking about men in
graphic detail."
"She taunted me, but I ignored her for the most part. So you understand that you need to stay
away from fast women?
"Yeah, I think I got it. Could you give me another example though?" I asked.
I listened up eagerly and thought to myself that this could be the best lecture of my life.
"No, that is more than enough for one day, maybe for a lifetime," mother chuckled.
"Aw, just one more, please? You always want me to listen to your advice, now I'm willing to
listen."
"Well alright, but one more that is it. What would you like to know?"
"Ok, I have a question to end all questions about whores; this will let me know how
dangerous they really are."
"Uh oh, I have a horrible feeling about this," mother said.
"What is the most terrible, the nastiest, the down right filthiest,"
"Will you hurry it up, you will have graduated by the time you finish asking the question,"
mother interrupted.
"Ok, Ok, what is the filthiest, nastiest thing a whore would say about my thing?"
"Brock!"
"What!?"
"No, I can see you're enjoying this way too much. This conversation is over."
Mother put her hands on the couch to push herself up. Before she could get up and leave, I
got an idea about how to make her tell me more of a "whore's vocabulary."
"Wait, would she say I had a 'fat thing' or something like that?" I asked in an innocent tone.
"No, don't be silly. That's what I said earlier, remember?"
"Oh yeah. So what is the nastiest thing a whore would say about my thing? If 'fat thing' is
appropriate, then what's nasty?"
"A common whore would say something repulsive, way worse than calling it a fat thing,"
mother said defensively.
I had mother on the defensive now as she wanted to remain on her holier-than-thou pedestal.
If I pushed, I could get her to talk about whores some more.
"Something like what?" I said.
"I will not repeat anything so horrendous," mother said.
"Awww come on, stop being such a prude. What's the nastiest thing a whore would say about
this fat thing? Or would she call it just that, a fat thing?" I chided.
Mother angrily responded, "I am not a prude! You have some nerve mister,"
"You are too a prude."
"Fine! Since you want to know so bad, young man, I'll tell you."
"Go ahead, the nastiest thing she would say, I'm listening."
Mother snarled through her gritted teeth, "The nastiest thing a whore would say would be
something vulgar like, like, 'that's a big cock.' There, I said it."
"That's not even nastier than saying fat thing, you really are a stuck up prude," I chided
Mother snapped back angrily, "Fine! She'd say 'I wanna suck that big fat meaty cock.' You
think I don't know about that type of stuff!? You think that's the only fat cock I've ever
seen!?"
Mother had a fiery look in her eyes like she wanted to slap my face as hard as she could. I
was floored at the foul language of her outburst. I knew she had it in her, but I didn't think
she would ever let it out, especially not in front of me. The shock must have registered on my
face because she started to apologize for her tirade.
"I shouldn't have said that. My anger just got a hold of me, I'm sorry you had to hear that."
I gathered myself and attempted to make mother tell me more.
"You don't know about it. What do you, the prude of the century, know about sucking cock?
Nothing, nothing at all, because you are too 'conservative.' Yeah right, that's just a nice way
of saying you're an up tight prude."
"You, you, you arrogant bastard. You really believe I didn't perform oral sex, I mean suck
cocks, with my whore of a roommate."
"What? There is no way I would believe that. You're way too up tight, the very definition of
prude."
"Oh yeah? Some nights that filthy hag would bring a random guy back to our dorm and start
sucking him off right in front of me. I would leave the room when she first started to bring
them, but after several months, she wore me down. I gradually started staying longer and
longer - to watch. The guys always had fat things. She acted like they were so delicious with
her head bobbing up and down, moaning around them, salivating like a mad woman. I can
still picture that no good roommate of mine sucking fat disgusting things, just like the one
between your legs. Then she would take it from her sticky lips and say 'Here Rose, you want
some?' I would always tell her no, but she would walk the guy closer to me and she would
start to really go to town on his thing right in my face."
"Wow," I remarked.
"Yeah that's right, she'd slurp and slobber on that filthy meat right under my nose. Then she
would put her hand behind my head while she was still sucking and she would slowly pull
my mouth down. She would take her mouth off just in time to pull mine onto it. That's how
she used to make me suck nasty cocks with her. You want to know the most sickening thing a
whore would say, well I'll tell you. If that conniving witch was here, you know what she
would do? I know exactly what she'd do. She would push my head toward that repulsive
thing of yours and say 'suck that cock Rose, suck his big fat meaty cock.' Ha! You don't look
so tough now, Brock."
Mother folded her arms while she huffed and puffed in anger. I sat with my eyes wide open
and my mouth hung open in shock. I never imagined my mother could be nasty, not the Ms.
Goodie Goodie I had known my entire life.
"Who's the prude now, you little brat. Bet that changes your rude and disrespectful tone."
I managed to string together a quick, albeit weak, comeback even though I was completely
shocked at her outburst.
"Not quite, that does not discount your prudish ways. You've been the most self-righteous
prude I've ever known."
"That is a lie. Just because I don't go around being a whore doesn't make me a prude."
I asked in a sarcastic tone, "Well, what else would she say about my 'fat thing'?" I tried to
mask the excitement in my voice.
"She would probably say all the disgusting things she used to say to me, 'get it Rose, that's it,
get it, I wanna see you swallow that meat to the root. Make him feel real good.' And do you
know what I'd do when she forced my head on a fat cock? I'd suck until it turned black and
blue."
Mother stared past me, anger and contempt showing on her face. Her mind was lost in the
memory of those occurrences.
"Wow! That's extremely nasty. You can go ahead and suck it if you want?"
"Huh? Most definitely not! How could you say such a thing? You pressed so adamantly to
know what a sick, sick woman would say, so I told you."
"Yeah, you told me more than what was necessary though."
"I wouldn't have said any of that if you hadn't pushed my buttons. I only said 'fat thing.'
That's decent and respectful language, but you tried to make it out to be something awful.
We've talked more than enough about this, go to your room and clean yourself up," mother
whined.
"I only asked you what a whore would say, but you went all into your sexual history with
your roommate and how you want to suck a fat cock. You had to mean some of that, I mean,
it came out of no where and you sounded way too serious."
This was really turning me on; thinking about whores, my own mom lusting over dick and
saying those nasty things about mine. I could listen to this kind of lecture all day, but alas
mother wanted to end this one prematurely unlike the dull lectures she usually gives me.
"I've had enough of this. You practically begged to hear the gross things a whore would say
and now you're trying to turn it around on me. I said those things to hush your arrogant
disrespectful attitude. I want to do no such thing and I don't want you getting that nasty stuff
on my couch, go to your room now!" mother said.
I looked down and there was a strand of pre-cum dangling from the tip of my dick. I had
become that aroused from hearing my mother tell me how whores would speak about my
dick. In my highly aroused state, I did not want this "lecture" about whores to end right away.
"What would a whore say if she saw that nasty stuff coming from my fat thing?"
"Enough! Have you lost your mind? I said go to your room!"
"She'd tell me to go to my room? Sounds like something my prudish mother would say," I
chided.
"No! You rotten bastard! A filthy whore would be too busy licking it off instead!" mother
said angrily.
"Oh God, that's hot."
"You've lost all decency!" mother shouted.
My dick twitched at the scandalous thought of a whore licking the pre-cum from my dick
head. The fact that my mother conjured up the image for me made it even more potent. I was
on the verge of a hard orgasm without having any physical contact with my dick.
"I can feel it coming. Fuck, I need to cum," I said.
"You pig!" mother yelled at me, but she did not take her eyes off my straining dick.
I reached to grab hold of my dick and that caused mother to protest vehemently.
"Don't you dare touch that disgusting thing! If you ever won't to sleep under my roof again..."
mother shouted
I snapped my hand back up to my chest. Mother stared at my crotch angrily, she looked
absolutely menacing. However, the meanness of her glare did nothing to discount the fact that
she was looking at my cock when she could just look away. It also did nothing to stifle the
sensations of my imminent climax. I could not shake the image of a whore with lips painted
deep red extending her tongue to flick at a strand of sperm dangling from my cock.
"Oh God, what would a whore say if I made her suck me off?" I asked.
"You sick bastard! She couldn't say anything with her mouth stuffed, look at that hideous
thing. Look at it! It's fat and repulsive!" mother said angrily.
"Oh shit, I can't hold it. Ugh, fuck, I'm gonna shoot," I groaned as I gripped my cock.
"Not on my couch!" mother yelled.
Mother swiftly cupped her hands right under my dick head in an effort to catch my sperm
before it stained her expensive couch. I squeezed once and that's all it took.
"Ugh, ugh, ah fuck! Yeah, that feels good," I grunted.
I shot off a load that had been building up in my balls all day. Cum shot up then came back
down all over mother's hands and wrists. Some of it landed on my jeans and on the sleeves of
her blouse.
"Make it stop you heathen! Disgusting, I've never seen one spew so much stuff in my life,"
mother said angrily.
I threw my head back against the couch in total relief. For a split second I blacked out to the
world, I became void of shape, body, and sensation. No feelings, no thoughts, just existence
in calm and peace. In the next instant, I returned to the physical reality of what I had done.
"Disgusting!" mother shouted. She looked down at her hands to see them coated with my
slimy cum. "That's gross, just gross!" she repeated.
As mother said the word gross, she put her hands to her nose and sniffed the cum as if that
would provide further proof that it was indeed gross. I always wondered why people do that,
purposefully smell things that they think are unpleasant.
Mother glared up into my face and shook her head in disgust.
"I can't believe you! Dammit, I hope you feel horrible for behaving like a heathen. You
should be ashamed of yourself!"
"Whoa, you've never cursed me before."
"You've never behaved like a complete bastard," mother snapped back.
"I really do feel awful. I promise I won't, you know, do it again in the living room."
"And you damn well better not or, or, or else!"
"Or else?"
"I'll give you a punishment so severe you won't have another nasty thought for the rest of
your life." mother said fiercely.
"Yes mam. What's my punishment this time?" I asked cautiously.
"I shouldn't have to ground you to get you to obey my rules. You're too big, I mean, you're
too old for that now. I'm need to clean this disgusting stuff off my hands. Look at it, look at
all that stuff, that is just sick," mother said.
In order to show how big of a mess I had made, mother held out one of her palms with cum in
it and with the fingers of her other hand she stretched up the puddle of cum.
"My God that is sick!" mother said.
She bent her head to sniff the glob of cum that was stretched from her fingers to her palm.
"Sickening! Don't you dare bother me for the remainder of this evening, I can't stand the sight
of you," mother shouted.
Mother got up and stormed for the bathroom in her master bedroom. She slammed and locked
her bedroom door behind her. I walked slowly to my room, shocked and amazed that I had
shot cum all over my prudish mother's hands. The events seemed like a dream even though it
had all happened minutes ago.
Mother had not grounded me after catching me for the second time jacking-off in the living
room. Her lecture was anything but boring. She had insisted that it was perfectly acceptable
and decent for her to call my dick a 'fat thing.' I knew 'fat thing' didn't exactly constitute
vulgar language, but I had been able to lead her into saying other things in defense of her
"dignity." Ha, I definitely enjoyed this type of moral training.
Caught for the 3rd Time: Punishment.
I went back to college after Thanksgiving break then returned home about a month later for
my Christmas break. We had many guests coming in and out of our house, Grand Central
Station. More people were ringing our doorbell for the holidays this year than for the prior
two holiday seasons combined.
Of course I was expected to greet, hug, and usher them into the house. I had to suffer through
the usual musings that a young man receives when an older person hasn't seen him in a long
while. "It's been so long since we've seen you," "Look at your boy Roseanna, he's gotten so
tall." I cannot count the times that I heard the same lame conversation. It was too many times
for sure, but at least the guests were polite and it wasn't as annoying as I had anticipated.
I did manage to sneak in a couple of wank sessions with porn on the flat-screen when the
house was empty. I would just ignore the doorbell and keep right on wanking. Shoot, I knew
the door would be for my mother and she was out anyway. I figured no harm, no foul, let
them call or come back later. I made no attempt to keep a watch out for my mother because
the previous time I got busted, she gave me a "lecture" that could really help a young man in
life. As a matter of fact, I kind of wanted to see how mother would react if she caught me
again.
During one such wanking session, I experienced the meaning of the phrase "the straw that
broke the camel's back." I was engrossed in watching porn on the big flat-screen television,
and I didn't realize mother had returned home from the mall. Right before she caught me for
the third time, she probably heard me mumbling filthy things to the sluts in the movie.
"Swallow that dick," I told the porn slut on the television screen as I whipped my hand up
and down my own tool.
"Brock!"
When I heard the loud shout, I snapped my head around to see my furious mother. She
stormed across the living room to where I sat and slammed her shopping bags on the floor
right at my feet. The loud thud put an end to the cavalier attitude I had about the situation.
"How many times Brock!? How many times do I have to tell you not to fist that, that, that big
filthy prick in my living room!?" mother yelled.
Mother caught me completely off guard. Her language and countenance showed that the
consequences would not be pretty.
"What's it gonna take Brock! What am I going to have to do to make you stop fisting that
thing in my living-room! Look at it. Just look at it!" mother yelled.
I became aware that I was actually gripping my dick out in the open. Mother had stunned me
with her rage filled outburst and in my shocked state, I hadn't even thought about covering up
my dick. I hadn't even considered shutting off the DVD. Audible moans emitted from the TV,
but mother was focused totally on me with her furious reaction.
"Mother, I'm sorry, please calm down. Shit, I shouldn't have..."
I shouldn't have cursed, but it slipped out in frustration. I did not direct it at her. I cursed at
myself for causing her to get this pissed off and for putting myself in this position, but mother
interpreted it as an insult.
"How dare you curse at me? You're the one who sits in my living-room with your fist around
that nasty piece of prick meat, deliberately disobeying me," mother said.
"Whoa, whoa, mom, you keep calling my thing a prick," I said.
"Well you shouldn't be in here holding it after I've told you time and time again not to. It's a
huge filthy prick on a little immature boy. There, maybe that'll teach you how to behave,"
mother said.
I thought my mother must've been delirious. This foul language sounded foreign coming
from her, especially because it was directed towards me. She was more like a puritan than
anyone else I knew.
Mother had a menacing stare, her face contorted with anger. I followed her line of sight to
find that she was staring angrily at my dick. Instinctively I moved my hands in an effort to
cover my semi-hard dick. It was only a reflex, but that blew her top even more.
"Look at you! You're doing it right in front of me! You have some nerve," mother said.
"No, no, I..." I tried to explain, but mother interrupted me.
"You're just going to fist that thing in front of me, like its nothing?"
The angry glare in her eyes as she glanced back and forth from my face to my dick, mixed
with her heated language was actually turning me on, but I had to at least attempt to calm her
down.
"I'm not, I swear I was not doing that," I said.
"You're not doing that?"
"No, I swear."
"Then why is it like that? Why is it so hard? Just look at it! Gripping that dirty meat right in
front of me; I warned you, didn't I? You want to beat off in front of me? Is that what it is!? I'll
show you!"
Smack!
My mother slapped my dick and I couldn't believe it. As I sat there gripping my dick at the
base, scared to move my hand in any direction, she just slapped it really hard. It made a loud
smacking sound which seemed to make her pleased with the discipline.
"See! You see!?" mother said.
I reached for a couch pillow and tried to cover my dick, but she snatched the pillow out of my
hands and threw it on the floor.
"What is it going to take for you to stop fisting that nasty thing in here!?" she asked.
Smack!
She slapped my dick again.
"Answer me!" mother yelled.
Smack!
She slapped my dick like it was her worst enemies face. I hoped she didn't think this was a
deterrent, because it definitely sent a twinge of pleasure through my dick along with the pain.
Instead of going soft, my dick got rock solid hard.
Smack!
"Look at that disgusting thing; what do you have to say for yourself?"
Smack!
"It's still hard, explain that! Why is that nasty thing still big and hard?!" mother said.
Smack!
"I asked you why does that thing still look all big and swollen? Make it go down now!"
Smack!
"Oh shit, I can't, it has a mind of its own I guess," I meekly replied.
"What! I'll, I'll have to beat the nastiness out of it then won't I," mother said angrily.
Smack!
After that last smack, she didn't draw her hand back away from my dick. Instead she leaned
over and fiercely gripped my dick around the shaft. I couldn't believe the sight before my
eyes, let alone the feeling of my mother's hand gripping me. Shoot, if this is the punishment
for beating-off in the living-room, then I'd just have to do it more often.
Mother did not stroke my dick, but she started to alternate her grip between tight and loose,
like she was trying to squeeze the life out of it. She angrily stared at my dick and then up into
face.
"You see! Do you see what happens when you disobey and repeatedly beat off such a fat disgusting
thing where your mother can see," mother said as she squeezed my shaft as hard as she could and
shook it at me.
She repetitively tightened and loosened her grip on my dick.
"I bet this teaches you how not to behave!" she said.
As she squeezed the shaft of my dick, the feeling became almost too much for me to bear and I
needed to get some relief. I reached down to rub the head of my dick, but mother slapped my hand
away.
"You're still trying to do it!? Haven't you learned your lesson?" mother asked.
"I'm sorry, I really need to release, umm, this built up pressure," I said.
"You pig, I'll teach you some self-control right here and now!" mother said.
Mother dropped to her knees while still gripping my dick tightly. She looked up from my dick and
brought her angry stare directly to my eyes and held it there. She crumpled up the end of her blouse
and used it to wipe the remnants of lube from my dick. She had a mean, stern countenance with her
eyes locked on mine as she lowered her head to my dick.
Mother opened her mouth wide and kept her mean stare into my eyes as she slowly lowered her
mouth over my dick. She did not close her mouth around my dick but held her mouth wide open,
keeping the insides of her mouth and her lips from touching the skin as best she could. With half of it
disappearing into her mouth, she held her head still, her mouth hovering over my dick. Her angry
stare into my eyes spoke of punishment but her wide open mouth spoke of pleasure.
Mother showed her teeth, snarled at me, then bit into the shaft without closing her lips around it.
She didn't bite hard enough to cause damage, but it was no playful bite either. It was more painful
than pleasurable. I had expected to feel hot wetness, but instead I felt cold enamel pressing into my
shaft. At least her breath was warm over my cock and that added some pleasurable sensation,
helping me to block out the pain. Although she had only closed her teeth around it and not her lips,
the sight of my cock impaled in mother's mouth also helped to block out the pain.
She released her bite on my dick and slowly raised her head. I saw small marks of spit that her teeth
had left around the shaft of my dick. She had bitten into it hard but not hard enough to break skin.
Her angry stare went from my face back down to my dick and a menacing grin spread across her
face.
"Ha!" she said, "That will teach you not to fist-off in my living-room, waving that filthy piece of meat
in my presence."
If she thought I was learning a lesson, she was right. I was learning that I needed to egg her on in
order to see what else she would do to discipline me. I quickly reached for my dick and gripped it. As
I started making an up stroke, mother tried to slap my hand away again, but I held a firm grip on it.
"Take your hands off this thing right now!" mother said.
She frantically clawed at my hand trying to pry my hand from my cock. After she succeeded in
snatching my hand away from my dick, she gripped it tightly, with both her hands. Her fists were
stacked one on top of the other as she squeezed hard.
"Don't you dare touch this nasty piece of meat in my living-room again. Do you understand? Can you
not control yourself? Do I have to sit here and hold it so you won't touch it," mother asked as she
squeezed my dick even tighter.
"I'm just so horny, I need to get off so bad," I said.
"This filthy prick needs discipline, that's what it needs" she gritted between her teeth.
Mother gave that menacing stare into my eyes as she removed her hands and lowered her wide
open mouth onto my dick again. When the head of my dick was almost to the back of her throat she
bit down with her teeth. Again, she did not close her mouth around it; she only used her teeth to
bite into it. I felt more pleasure than pain this time because I was prepared for her teeth. She had
caught me off guard the first time, but now I was ready for her dental assault on my dick. I decided it
was time to use some foul language to push this stimulating "punishment" even further.
"I can't help that I need to fist my nasty cock so much," I said.
Mother was infuriated even more by my brash comment. She raised her mouth from over my dick
and slapped it hard.
Smack!
"You disgusting pig!" mother said.
"That's what I need, slap that dick again," I said.
"Heathen!" mother replied.
Smack!
Smack!
"Ahhh yea, slap that hard dick mom."
Smack!
Smack!
Smack!
"Look at that huge cock!" my mother yelled.
"Oh, so it's okay to call it a cock now?" I chided.
Mother said through gritted teeth, "It's too fat to be called a thing. Look at that filthy man-sized
piece of meat; it's a nasty cock, that's what it is."
"Ah fuck yeah," I said.
I reached for my dick but mother slapped my hand away. Mother hovered her mouth over my dick
and bit into the shaft, still not closing her mouth all the way. Although she did not allow the insides
of her mouth or her lips to fully close on my dick, she could not prevent her warm breath from
surrounding it. Saliva formed on her oral glands because she was stretching her mouth open and she
couldn't stop the drool from falling onto dick. It felt amazing when the hot spit landed on my cock.
She dropped her stare from my face, closed her eyes and made low guttural grunts as she bit into
my shaft.
After biting on it for almost a minute, she raised her head. My dick came out coated with a thin
sheen of her saliva although she had only used her teeth to make contact. The site of my tool shining
with mother's spit almost sent me over the edge.
"Slap that wet nasty cock!" I snapped at her.
Smack!
Smack!
"I'm going to teach that big fat juicy cock a lesson," mother said through her gritted teeth, her lips
curling apart.
I didn't know what had gotten into my mother. She was definitely delirious; she was delirious with
lust but her face and vocal tone pointed more toward anger. I was completely turned on and I knew
mother also felt the thick sexual tension in the air. She couldn't think this was just discipline or
punishment, yet I had never seen her look so angry. She was gripping the base of my dick tightly and
staring at it like a mad woman.
Smack!
Mother slapped it again. She wiped her index finger against the underside of my dickhead. She
brought her finger up to her eyes and smeared pre-cum between her index and thumb finger.
"What is this!? You're sick enough leak that nasty stuff right in front of me?" she said angrily.
"No mam, that's only saliva," I said.
Mother brought her fingers to her nose and sniffed. She kept the attitude of disciplinarian while she
sniffed my pre-cum. She rubbed her fingers together and pulled them apart watching the pre-cum
stretch between her thumb and index fingers. She took another sniff of my pre-cum on her fingers.
"That smells like sperm." she said in a cold tone.
"It's not," I lied.
She stared angrily at my dick while she used the tip of her tongue to flick at the pre-cum that was on
her index finger.
"Liar! You're leaking right here in front of your own mother!" she said looking sternly into my face.
Smack!
Mother slapped my cock. She again wiped her index finger over the pre-cum on the underside of my
dickhead.
She said through gritted teeth, "Look at that big nasty piece of meat, it's disgusting. How sick, leaking
sperm right in front of your own mother!"
Mother had a serious countenance and the tone of an angry disciplinarian, but this was turning me
on more than anything had ever excited me in my life.
"Explain why that stuff is coming out hot." mother said.
Smack!
Mother slapped my dick again as she continued to grip the base of it.
"Right here in front of your mother!"
Smack!
Mother slapped it again. She rubbed her index finger around the underside of my dickhead again.
She brought her fingers up to her eyes and again she smeared pre-cum between her index and
thumb finger. She stared at me angrily as she put the fingers under her nose and sniffed. With her
eyes locked on mine and that stern, angry look on her face, she again flicked her tongue on her index
finger.
"Disgusting! That is fresh sperm. It's even fresher than when I checked a second ago. You think I
don't know what it's called? That filthy piece of meat is leaking hot cum, you arrogant bastard!"
mother said while looking at me angrily.
"Fuck, I'm gonna lose it," I said.
"You think I was born yesterday? You think I don't know a big fat juicy cock when I see it!? Just
because I don't talk like that? I know what it is. No mother deserves to see her son leaking sperm in
front of her. You think I'm a prude, that I'm clueless. I know fresh sperm when I smell it."
That did it; I couldn't hold it any longer. Her foul choice of words was definitely betraying her guise
of disciplinarian. I saw through to her sexual attraction toward my dick and it was way too much for
my young nineteen year-old mind to handle.
"Ah, Yeah! I'm gonna cum!" I said.
Mother had been gripping my cock tightly at the base, but when I yelled out, it shocked her and she
released her grip. It didn't matter, I was too far gone and my cum started to shoot freely. I grabbed
my dick and directed it towards mother's face, unleashing all the cum that had built up from not
being able to finish jacking-off.
"Brock! Not on my fa..."
Splat. Cum landed right on her lips as she tried to protest. The next rope landed on her chin then the
rest hit her blouse. My dick jerked from the hardest orgasm I had ever experienced. After my body
calmed down, I noticed the look of shock on mother's face.
"I'm sorry mom, I lost control and couldn't take it any..."
"You pig! Look at all this disgusting stuff. How does that make you feel? I hope you feel ashamed for
behaving like a filthy degenerate," she said while she wiped cum from her lips.
She smeared cum between her thumb and index finger. She examined the slippery cum between her
fingers and then sniffed it.
"Disgusting, absolutely disgusting! I hope this taught you a lesson," mother said.
"I think I learned my lesson. This makes me feel awful," I lied.
"Well it should! And if I catch you touching that thing in my living room again, I'll give you an even
worse punishment," she said sternly.
"Yes mam, I know better now," I said.
"I'm going to my room to lie down, don't you dare disturb me!" mother said.
"Aren't you gonna clean that cum off your face first?" I asked.
"Yes! Of course I am going to clean it off, its disgusting." mother shot back angrily as she sniffed the
cum on her fingers again.
"Does it smell good?" I asked.
"You sick little pervert, leave me be. Now!" mother said.
I was glad I got caught for the third time. As good as that punishment felt, I thought that I needed to
get "caught" jacking-off in the living-room again as soon as possible.
Chapter 2 – If the 3rd time was a charm...
When I awoke the next day, I was full of energy despite tossing and turning in bed the night before. I
could not get a good night's sleep because I kept visualizing how mother had "punished" me. Yet I
still felt energized because of thoughts of how she might do it again.
Mother was already dressed to go out shopping when I saw her in the kitchen. I entered with my
head down, not wanting to look her in the face.
"Good morning," she said.
"Good morning mother," I said.
She tried to make eye contact with me, but I tried even harder to avoid looking her in the eyes. I
stared down at the floor and started to count the tiles.
"Look at me," mother said. "We can put your disobedience behind us. I hope you've learned your
lesson and I want have to be so hard on you again," mother said.
"Oh yes. I definitely learned a lesson mother," I said.
I chuckled under my breath knowing that mother was going to have to beat the life out of my dick to
stop me from jacking-off in the living room.
"I'm going to the grocery store and over to Sears to pick up a few things, do you need anything,"
mother asked.
"Yes, umm, I need some lotion. My skin has been a bit dry lately," I lied.
Actually my tube of lube was almost empty and I needed the lotion for jacking-off.
"I'll be back in about an hour or so," mother said.
The anticipation of what was to come was almost too much for me and I had to be careful not to
jack-off too hard. I didn't want to cum before mother returned home. I watched the door-way and
slowly stroked my hard dick, waiting for mother to walk into the living-room. She had come home
early to bust me those three times. Now that I wanted her to catch me, she was taking forever to get
back.
Over an hour passed before mother returned home. She appeared in the door to the living-room
and her face turned cold stone when she saw what I was up to. She placed her hands on her hips and
berated me.
"You just aren't going to listen! I warned you that I would punish you even harder. Did I not?"
mother chastised me.
I shrugged my shoulders as if I didn't give two shits.
"Did I not warn you!" mother asked. "Answer me Brock!"
I didn't answer her. I continued watching the porno on the big flat-screen television and I started to
jack-off even faster and harder. I know she could hear the wet sound of my hand going up and down
my greasy dick and slapping into my balls.
"Take your hands off that nasty looking cock!" mother yelled. She marched over to the couch and
snatched my hand off of my dick.
"Disgusting," mother said with contempt in her voice.
Smack!
Mother slapped my dick hard.
"I warned you!" she yelled angrily. "I warned you I would beat the nastiness out of this cock if I ever
caught you doing this in my living-room again."
Smack!
Smack!
Mother slapped my dick and stared at it like it was the scum of the earth, like it was the filthiest
piece of meat she had ever seen.
"Yeah, slap that filthy dick," I encouraged mother to continue dishing out this very pleasurable
punishment.
Smack!
"I'll do even worse than that!" mother said after slapping my dick again.
She fell to her knees, snatched my dick into her hand, and tried to squeeze the life out of it. She
looked mean as she glared directly into my eyes.
"You need to be taught a lesson for behaving like a filthy b**st," mother said.
She lowered her head onto my dick and continued to stare angrily into my eyes. She bit into the
shaft of my dick with her teeth, not allowing the inside of her mouth or her lips to close around it.
Her angry stare bore into me; she had the meanest grimace I've ever seen on a woman. Mother
started to raise her mouth from around my dick, but instead of taking it completely off she paused at
the head. She snarled wickedly, staring into my eyes, and then placed her teeth on the head of my
dick. She didn't bite the head nearly as hard as she had bitten the shaft. Her teeth firmly pressed into
it, but I could tell that she was using much less force. She took her mouth completely off of my dick
now and started to verbally chastise me.
"See what happens to when you insist on fisting this fat thing in the family room? Do you see what
happens? You get punished!" mother said.
Smack!
Mother had released her grip on my dick and slapped it. This was the first time she slapped my dick
without holding on it. The way it flailed from side to side was more painful than the actual slap.
Mother drew back her hand to slap my cock again and I gripped the base of my dick to keep it from
snapping wildly from side to side. She thought I was trying to stroke it and she slapped at my hand. I
wrapped my hand around the base of my dick and refused to let go. Mother frantically tried to pry
my fingers from the base of my dick, but I held on tightly. She realized her attempts were futile and
she became even more infuriated. She went into an angry rage.
"I will not have this in my house! You insist on fisting that thing out here in my living-room. Look at
it. Look how fat and nasty it is. It's disgusting! It doesn't fit your body. Mothers' sons are not
supposed to have cocks," mother said as she shook her head.
"What? What are you talking about, all males have 'em," I said.
"No. Sons have penises, not cocks. Look at that disgusting thing. I will not have this wretched
behavior in my home. I'm going to punish it, I will teach you to behave!"
Mother snapped her mouth over my dick again and bit into the shaft. She continued to glare up into
my eyes, a mean and disgusted look on her face. Again, the inside of her mouth did not make
contact with my dick, only her teeth. Her tongue slightly brushed against the underside of my
dickhead again. I couldn't tell if it was accidental or intentional; either way it felt great to me.
"Oh yeah, bite my shaft," I said, "Punish that big juicy cock with your hot mouth."
Mother shook her head ravishingly from side to side as she bit into my shaft, my words egging her
on. She stopped staring at me and closed her eyes. Her hair flailed wildly and she looked like a mad
woman.
Up until then, she had kept the insides of her mouth from touching my dick. As she shook her head
wildly, my dick banged into the sides of her mouth. I loved the feelings of warmth and wetness. I
made up my mind that in order to get more, I needed to verbally instigate.
"Shake that big hard cock in your mouth. How's it feel to have a nice fat cock in your mouth," I said.
Mother started to moan around my dick and her teeth pressed into it. She shook her head wildly
from side to side. I felt some saliva drip from the roof of her mouth onto my dick. The feeling was
incredible and I knew I had to continue to egg her on.
"Your hot spit is running down my cock. Can you taste that nasty cock?" I chided.
Mother had been careful not to close her mouth completely on my dick. I guess she figured
technically she wasn't sucking me off and that she could act like she was punishing me by biting it. By
asking her if she liked the taste of my dick, I threatened to expose her pleasure in this. She was taken
aback by the comment and raised her mouth from around my dick. Her mouth felt too good though,
and I knew exactly what I had to do.
I placed my hands on her head and pulled her back down onto my dick. It shocked her and she
gagged a little as my dick teased her throat. She pulled her head back up and off of my dick. She
looked shocked and couldn't believe that I had pulled her head down onto my dick.
"I have never seen such sick perverted behavior in my life," mother said.
She still had a look of total shock on her face. Her mouth was wide open in disbelief. I placed my
hands on the side of her head and pulled her head back down on my dick again. She didn't close her
mouth to prevent me from putting my dick inside, but she still wouldn't suck me off like I wanted. I
instigated even more, trying to get her to suck me off.
"That cock needs to learn how to behave. Biting it won't teach it a lesson, you've got to suck the
meat off the bone to make it listen," I chided.
Mother stared up at me and her facial expression went from a look of shock right back to angry and
mean. She looked horribly mad as she closed her mouth completely on my dick and started to suck. I
tried to guide her head up and down on my dick, but she slapped my hand away and started doing it
herself. She applied some serious suction as she stared angrily into my eyes. Mother looked at me
with the meanest stare, like she wanted to slap my face, but at the same time she was sucking my
dick extremely hard.
"Yeah, punish that dick. Suck the meat off that bone and teach it a lesson," I chided.
Smack!
Mother had taken her mouth off of my dick and slapped it.
"You filthy pig!" she said. "I will suck the nastiness right out of that prick! I'll show you what happens
to boys who have big juicy cocks and beat-off in front of their mothers," she said angrily.
I grabbed my dick and guided it back into her mouth as she stared into my eyes with a cold grimace.
"That's it. Suck the nastiness out of that cock. Keep sucking that dick and teach me a lesson for
behaving like a dirty boy. It's going to make me feel so guilty and ashamed if I shoot hot cum down
my own mother's throat," I said.
That provoked mother even more. She stopped looking at me in the face with that mean stare and
looked down at my dick. She started to bob her head up and down in rapid motion as she applied
more suction. Saliva ran down the sides of my dick, onto my balls and formed a puddle on the couch.
Her jaws hollowed in as she fiercely tried to draw the cum out of my balls. With the way her jaws
caved in, it looked as if she had gotten plastic surgery to enhance her dimples. My own mother was
vigorously sucking me off under the guise of punishment.
"Eat your son's big cock. You wanted to suck this cock ever since you first saw it. You know this has
nothing to do with discipline," I instigated.
Mother quickly drew her mouth off my dick with a loud popping sound and protested.
"You liar! I have no desire to suck this disgusting cock. It is absolutely revolting. See, your cock even
smells disgusting."
Mother brought my cock to her nose and took a big whiff.
"I smelled that filthy musk the last time I caught you beating off in here. It's disgusting, see..."
She took another audible whiff of my cock and kept it pressed up against her nostrils as she
continued to breathe deeply through her nose.
"Why would I want to suck such a disgusting piece of meat that smells so...."
Mother stopped mid-sentence to take another deep whiff of my cock. With my cock pressed firmly
against her nostrils, she continued to inhale deep breaths.
"You see, it is repulsive and needs to be bathed. Maybe you need assistance in your daily bathing.
Do I have to teach you how to properly clean this nasty piece of meat," mother chided.
"Why don't you clean the nastiness off of it right now?" I said.
I gripped my dick and guided it back into mother's mouth.
"Suck that nasty dick good. Teach your son how to clean his cock," I said.
She went right back to sucking my dick with all earnest. She started to get into it really good again,
bobbing her head rapidly and slobbering all over my dick.
"Yeah mother, that fat cock excites you doesn't it? I know those slaps and bites weren't for discipline
or punishment," I said in hopes of enticing her even more.
She just shook head and mumbled a barely discernible, "No," as she continued to inhale my meat.
"Admit it mother!" I said.
Mother shook her head again harder this time, signaling that she would not admit it. She mumbled
"It doesn't" around my cock shaft and her words were barely audible because my dick was all the
way in her mouth. She pulled her mouth from my dick her lips making a loud smacking sound.
"It does not excite me! I refuse to return home everyday to see my own son in the living-room with
his fist racing up and down such a