Guided Masturbation Stories

MOM THE MILKING MACHINE

By Kandor
    A nastily incestuous tale of mother and son and how she milks his and his 
buddy’s cocks to keep them from having sex – outside the house.
    Robbie was making his way toward the door with John, his buddy, when his 
mom called out from the kitchen.
    “Boys, are you going out?”
    “Uh, yeah, mom,” Robbie answered, his hand on the doorknob.
    “You meeting girls?” his mom asked.
    Robbie groaned. The 16-year-old boy and his friend were going out to meet 
girls.And he knew what his mom was up to.
    “No, mom, we’re not,” he lied, snickering at his friend. “Uh, we’re going 
to the movies.”
    His mother came around the corner, a smirk on her face. The 46-year-old 
woman was stunning, a short-haired blonde with exotic facial features, high 
cheekbones and narrow eyes atop a drop-dead gorgeous body honed muscular by 
years of aerobics. She wore a one-piece leopard-print bathing suit, cut away 
at the front to reveal hard washboard abs and high in the back and sides to 
show off her sculpted muscular ass. She’d been out sunning on the deck in the 
late afternoon son when Robbie and John had come by to change and go out. Now 
she stood, hands on hips, her tanned, muscular legs covered with a slight 
sheen of sweat.
    “Are you lying to me young man?” she asked, tongue in her cheek in a 
stern pose.
    “Uh, no, mom, I’m not,” he said nervously.
    “Robbie, if you’re going out with girls, you need to be milked, you know 
that, both of you,” she said. “And if you’re lying to me, I’ll milk you so 
badly you’ll never want to go out with girls again! Am I being clear? Again, 
are you going out with girls?”
    Robbie shook his head no, as did John. But the lies were evident. The 
woman smiled.
    “Lie detector test time,” she said, walking toward them. “I’ll start with 
John. You don’t want to see him suffer too much, do you Robbie?”
    John backed into the door, frightened, making it easy for Rhonda to grab 
him by the shirt and snake her hard arm around his neck for a punishing 
headlock. She waltzed him into her bedroom, Robbie behind them, protesting.
    “C’mon, Mom, leave him alone, please?” Robbie begged. “He’s one of the 
few friends you haven’t scared off.”
    Rhonda smiled and hiprolled John to the bed where he sat up, confused.
    “Robbie, what the fuck?” he asked, a bewildered look on his face. “What 
the hell is this, and what is milking?” Continue reading →