a long discussion and fantasy about female and motherly domination through masturbation:
Hey guys. Most of you guys may or may not remember me, I’m an avid
follower of this group as well as Richard’s Onania website, but due to
my busy work schedule I don’t often have time to post. I have a little
lull in my schedule right now, so I want to share with you an element
of my addiction to masturbation, and ask if anyone else has similar
feelings or opinions.
REFLECTIONS ON OUR DIFFERENCES:
I’ve done a lot of self reflection about my addiction and what makes
me tick sexually. Part of the reason why I was attracted to Richard’s
original Peterfiles many years ago is because they hit on so many of
the peculiar kinks I found myself getting turned on by. Besides
getting my rocks off better then almost any other group of erotica
stories, I was amazed to discover that somewhere out there, there was
at least one person who ‘understood’ my definition of ‘erotic.’ Up
until that time, I truely thought I was alone, a perverted freak.
Sure there were/are other flavor of perverts out there writing about
things that in some form or manner overlap on my particular kinks,
such as mother-son incest for example. But none really got to the root
of what made that kink they shared with me hot for me. These authors
would always manage to put a twist on things that went 100% in the
wrong direction. Example: a M/s incest story where the son is dominant
(yuck), or another where the Mother is dominant (HOT!) but slowly
leads her son to into feminization (getting colder), and eventually
into gay sex where he is sucking a man’s cock (I’m totally limp at
this point…).
Even in our little Onania community here, we have people who have very
different definitions of what is erotic, really the only common
denominator we have is that we like to abuse ourselves manually. :)
But somehow that’s enough to keep us talking to each other, isn’t it? Lol
I recently realize that these differences in definition are even more
subtle then I original thought. This realization came to me while I
was looking at some of Richard muses on which he added captions. All
of them dealt with the girl in the picture saying some humiliating
comment about the viewer (you) jerking off.
I know many of you here are into the humiliation aspect of our mutual
addiction. Its a turn on for me too, but not in completely the same
way as it obviously is for Richard, and I am wondering how many of you
fall into what category (if there are any) with regards to humiliation
as a turn on.
IS THIS THE OPPOSING MODEL OF EROTIC HUMILIATION:
From what I can gather (and Richard, feel free to correct me if I’m
wrong), for Richard there is more of a ‘cockolding’ aspect to the
humiliation. The girl in the picture laughs at the viewer as he wanks
himself. She won’t let him copulate with her, even if he could, which
he can’t because his cock is puny, or goes limp. She keeps pointing
out that he is not a ‘real man,’ and encourages him to do the unmanly
thing, which is to jerk off.
MY DEFINITION OF HOW HUMILIATION IS EROTIC:
For me the emphasis in humiliation is slightly different. I get off
not on the actual humiliation, but on the FORGIVENESS, and the
ACCEPTANCE aspect (which Richard, I think, also shares somewhat); more
important then the humiliation is to RELIEF of that humiliation. The
embarrassment is released when she encourages you to jerk off. Its
more of a compassionate exchange. She may express humor at how silly
you look, but it is in an understanding way, and never cruel, as some
of Richard’s captions can be. The non-copulating-cock aspect is not
present. The only thing stopping him from having sex with her is her
decision not to let him; but in her kindness, she allows the viewer to
ogle and drool over her beautiful form while he pleasure himself (or
she manually handles him). This however causes humiliation — the
burden we must endure if we want to get our rocks off. The social
norms of our society have made this a deeply embarrassing and
impermissible act, but somehow, for some reason she is above these
taboos, and offers — nay, gently forces — us to do what we
desperately desire to do but are too embarrassed to do.
A SLIGHT TWIST THAT BRIDGES THE TWO VIEWS OF HUMILIATION:
This does not mean she isn’t a little bit cruel. Many scenarios that
stick to the outline I describe, can still incorporate a touch of
carelessness on the girls part. These arise simply from the fact that
you and she may not be connecting at at the same emotional level. For
example, for her it’s not a big deal. She is just a friend doing you a
favor, a girl next door who notices you staring at her tits all the
time and wants a show from you, or a nurse who wants to ‘comfort’ a
patient who keeps popping boners each time she walks into his room. Or
one of my personal favorites, a mother who has ‘old fashioned’ ideas
of how to keep a rambunctious son in check, or keep them ‘healthy’, or
perhaps never wants him to ‘grow up’ and move away by keeping him
happy, safe, and at home with her forever. (Read: well masturbated,
and away from the influence of ‘strange’ girls/women)
Lets face it, for submissive men the idea of a woman who will have
sexual contact with us, or better, encourages deviant sexual behavior,
is very emotional. She stimulates us on the sexual plane, both
physically AND psychologically. As a result there is a high level of
romantic love from our end. More accurately, she becomes a goddess in
our eyes. We worship her feminine form and beauty, by sacrificing our
life-giving essence (our soul?) to her in masturbation. The act is
immensely pleasurable, but wicked and taboo — but this very
personification of beauty, this woman, is also the instigator of this
act! She allows us the physical pleasure AND frees us from the
associated psychological guilt. It’s a win-win! Everything you could
possibly want!
But from her end, its nothing personal. Her attitude is very casual
and nonchalant. The girl next door eventually moves away; the nurse
goes a bit beyond her ‘call of duty’ by having some fun, but nothing
more; and the mother and son continue to have completely platonic
lives, except for the fact that she ‘takes care of her boy’ every day
or several times a day depending on how often he needs servicing.
The disconnect between these two views of this mutual act is where her
‘cruelty’ comes in. The misunderstanding on your part is yet another
source of deep humiliation. Imagine the shame when it finally dawns on
you, when you try to express what she means to you, and when she
corrects you. Perhaps she already knew you were developing this errant
attachment to her, but said nothing — let you enjoy the moment in
ignorance, or didn’t have the heart to tell you — or worse, she was
getting a kick out of it. When the true finally comes, its devastating
isn’t it? But that’s ok, she knowns just what will make you feel
better. She offers you to drown all that fear, shame, and
embarrassment in a nice long orgasm, which she, being a good and
compassionate friend, is more then happy to provide. Before you know
it your addiction has you by the balls, and no amount of hurt or pain
can overcome that need to climax — the pleasure only performing in
her presence can provide.
It’s cruel that she would think such a deeply painful and emotional
moment as this could be ‘brushed aside’ this way. But it’s always made
you happy before. And she really doesn’t like to see you in this
state. And she does feel a bit guilty for giving you the wrong
impression (even if the mistake was completely on your end).
She wants to make it better, she wants to give you want
you need to be happy again (even if only for a little while). So what
if it may emotionally damage you in the long run. She needs to help
you right now, every other consideration can wait till later.
She is just doing her best to help you as a friend. Right? Hell, maybe
you can have some sort of a happy life living like this — its not
exactly what you had always dreamed of — its not mutual love you
always craved, but for a guy like you its pretty much the next best thing.
Anyway, my monologue has gone on long enough. lol. If anyone is still
reading at this point, please let me know what your views are on this
subject.
Cheers,
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I’m definitely into your type of kinder, gentler humiliation. The word that comes to mind for what gets me off is “pity”.
The girl in my fantasies considers me totally unfuckable, she knows I want her but she needs a real man and she could never be attracted to a wimp like me. But, she feels sorry for me. She knows that I’ll never ever get laid and that it is my fate to be a masturbator, a jack-off. So she wants to console me by telling me all about how happy I can be as a masturbator if I will just accept it and give in to it. She tells me about all the great porn that I can get off on. She tells me that as I get better and better at edging, soon I will be totally addicted to my masturbation and I will lose all interest in fucking. She teases me about what a total jack-off I am. She offers up her body as my live jack-off material, offering to model for me any way I like. She promises that while I will never be allowed to touch her, she will be happy to give me jack-off encouragement any time.
I have to think that this fetish of mine was born in high school when the girls I had the hots for always said “I just want to be friends”. So I had lots girl friends who weren’t girl friends, if you know what I mean. More than once I had a girl tell me “I just want to be friends” and then later I found out she was fucking one or more of my buddies.
I can get off on the harder humiliation too, as long as there’s no pain or violence involved, but this particular form of “pity” is what really gets me off.
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Thanks for reading and replying to my rather long monologue, and that
goes to Richard and the others who have commented too.
I understand how the ‘pity’ angle is seen as “kinder, gentler,” which
it definitely is. Don’t get me wrong, there is definitely a strange
attraction for me there too, probably for similar reasons as you
described in your high school experiences.
But what you’re telling me is still focused too strongly on the
‘cockold’ aspect, which fore me should only have a very light
influence. In your message you describe yourself as “unfuckable,” and
not “a real man,” and “a wimp” that will “never get laid” and to whom
the girl “could never be attracted to.” Do you see how all these
things scream out “COCKOLD!?”
There are definite parts of this degrading element that are ‘enticing’
like resigning yourself to life-long habitual masturbation. And yes,
the ‘gentle’ cockolding effect of being told they just think of you as
‘a friend’ is also very ‘real’ and (in my mind) acceptable. But that’s
as far as I would go with the cockolding element in erotica.
Perhaps I haven’t sunk as far down psycho-sexually as you and Richard
have as far as what I hope for and realistically expect in my romantic
liaisons, but in my fantasies, my suitability as a mate (i.e. as a
man) isn’t usually what stops the lady in question from denying me
access to her vagina. There are dozens of possible scenarios in which
this would happen, and they have nothing to do with being a wimp, or
not a real man.
Its my experience that women in general are very selective about what
sexual acts they are willing to engage in, even with someone who they
deem acceptable and attractive. Even in today’s more liberated times,
girls are perfectly willing to give their boyfriends hand jobs,
tit-fucks, and even blow jobs (but don’t you dare pop in her mouth),
but actual penetration? That’s going to take many months of dating,
and even then, only with a condom on.
So you see, the barriers she puts up in my fantasies are for example:
age difference (your too young), professional limits (I don’t fuck
patients/students), relation (incest! gasp!), your just not her type,
and yes, from there we do go into the cockolding “just friends” aspect
of not being manly enough. But where is it written that the
pencil-necked geek who can’t get a date for the prom, wouldn’t be able
to fuck her brains out if he somehow did manage to get one?
I guess for me, I get off more on the psychological aspect, versus the
physical aspect. I a “cockold” not by my own inability, but rather, by
HER decision. I am stronger, and bigger then she is, I could force
her; or if I was a better smooth talker I could talk her into it, but
being the ‘nice guy’ that I am, the guy who sheepishly follows rules
on etiquette and decorum, I resign myself to the fact that I’ve struck
out again. I’m so bent to her will, and so resigned her decision, that
when she suggests she helps me out in another way, in a way that’s
acceptable to her, but SO VERY humiliating to me, I actually let her
talk me into it.
Here is another facet of all this: It seems that your focused on no
touching, you masturbate yourself, you expose yourself, etc. That’s
another sign of cockolding. For me, that’s also en element, but only
as a precursor. Part of the way I am talked into performing for her
(besides getting off of course) is that deep down inside, I am still
hoping this will be a gateway to perhaps something more. I haven’t
completely given up (as it seems you have). This of course may be just
a pipe dream, or maybe false signals on her end to get me to put on a
show for her, but the dream is still there. Moreover, the ladies in my
fantasies are happy to get their hands dirty. They are KIND, they know
they just crushed your heart/dreams, they want to give you a
consolodation prize — something that will mitigate the deep sorrow
they just caused you. And, they know a lot about male sexuality, they
know that having a woman pumping your cock will make it a 1000% more
‘special’ for you. They want to make sure you have a big cum. Often my
scenarios have a sinister side to this — one of my favorites is some
sort of sperm collection theme: either a nurse, a succubus type demon
sucking your soul away one cum at a time; a mother who knows big
energy-sapping cums will make her son more docile and easier to
handle, or aliens who need cum to live, or simply some twisted
farmer’s daughter who likes to milk migrant farm-hands instead of
cows, etc. The point is, they want a big cum from you, not (only) for
your benefit, but because a big cum (with several hours of edging, of
course) will lead to the massive yield of cum they demand.
This leads me to a totally different kink I have, which has nothing to
do with this group (namely, my impregnation fetish, where women trick
you into having unprotected sex with them for various reasons), so I
won’t go into it here.
Anyway, I am getting carried away again with another long post, lol.
But to sum up: Yes the cockold element does have a place in my
definition of erotica, but a very minor one, at least as far as it
deals with my physical ability or desirability — in fact too much
ability is often a theme (horny ‘perv’ who always pops boners around
girls). But in the end she is not rejecting me completely, just
‘mostly,’ by denying me what I truly ultimately want: to get inside
her panties (the gates of heaven). She is perfectly willing to grant
me various levels of access to her body, but she DEMANDS full access
to mine as a precondition — so much so that she is constantly pushing
my limits, forcing me outside my ‘safety boundary’ and risking
complete humiliation for me at every turn.
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On another topic… just got these pics today of a prego lady with
massive veined tits. Thought you might enjoy them–maybe add them to
your muse gallery. She’s obviously a ‘matron’ type model, and is
‘ordinary’ in every other way (except her tits of course). But if your
like me, you can imagine yourself lying with your head in her lap (or
on her belly), and latching onto those big meaty nipples and nursing
for all your worth as she gently pets your hair with one hand, and
slowly pumps your cock with the other until you give your own ‘milk’
to her. Of course she takes it nice and slow, edging you for hours…
you don’t get to spunk until mommy’s udders are completely empty, and
even then she’ll probably force-nurse you some more until you’ve
provided her with a nice orgasm. Then and only then, will she let your
milk down. And as you start convulsing half a second before your first
shot, she tells you she wants you to do you best, and expects nice
long ropes from you now…nice long ropes for mommy. Of course that’s
just what you do a moment later. Just as mommy told you to.
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I find the fantasy between mother and son incredibly arousing. The
closeness of a loving relationship between mother and son is like no other. Mom takes
total charge of her son’s penis- in a loving and nurturing way- to keep him
sexual healthy- and of course to keep him from straying. He- on the other
hand- totally enjoys giving himself to his mother- no secrets- totally
uninhibited being encouraged by his mother. His mother is never completely nude- not
usually- in front of her son- but her son is always nude in front of his
mother. Maybe during bathtime- mother will don on her special plastic apron- see
through- in order not to get so wet- on her apron you nasty horny guys- and
gals!!
How about if it is a little more incestual. Mom wants her son all to
herself- no real physical contsct between the 2- maybe having her son suckle her
nipple while she masturbates him or during their intimate talks about his
fantasies and sexual feelings. Mom just doesn’t want him with any other
girl/women. Son is so used to being treated like this with mom that he remains her
little boy no matter how old he becomes. He loves feeling so exposed in front
of his mother- showing mom every part of his body- always nude in the house in
front of her. Maybe if they go out she may allow him to wear a jockstrap
under his clothes to keep his penis firmly held. Maybe the son is really good
looking but because his mother takes care of all his sexual needs- he doesn’t
want any other girl/woman. Unfortunately the son has never fucked a pussy- mom
will not allow that to happen. Why does Norman Bates keep popping up in my
freakin head??
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I love the idea of the mother intentionally turning her son into an addicted masturbator in order to “tame” him and keep him out of trouble with girls or other boys. Or to make sure he can never marry but stay at home to take care of her.
She masturbates him regularly or supervises his self-masturbation, as well as locking him in a chastity device when not under her supervision to prevent him from having sex with girls. She allows him to date “nice” girls but before she lets him go out always masturbates him in front of his date and puts him in his chastity device, to make sure he is “safe” and will behave himself. Of course she knows that further emasculates him and subverts his male instincts.
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I think we are all pretty much on the same track here when it comes to
mother/son. I think the overall theme is that the mother has control,
and somehow causes the son to regress to an almost adolecent
existance. There are various scenarios and reasons why she might do
this, some ‘meaner’ and some ‘nicer’.
Example: she might be so controlling that she wants to orchestrate his
courtship of prospective wives (by controlling his sexuality and
libido), so that she ‘hands off’ her submissive little boy to a
strong, like-minded, and assertive woman who will ‘take good care’ of
him as she has. This is clearly a ‘nice’ scenario, because even though
he will forever be subservant to either her or his future wife, he
will still have a ‘normal’ functional marriage where he has normal sex
and will/may have kids.
A twisted, but in some way ‘nicer’ track is where she decides to keep
him to herself, and the situation is one that starts with fondling,
kissing, petting, progresses to masturbation, and eventually to full
sex. This may be because she feels sorry for him, or is overly
possessive. Here the mother takes over has both mother and wife. The
situation is cruel because she never allows him the chance to go out
and experience a ‘normal’ relationship with another woman. Yes, she
has sex with him, maybe even has his children/siblings. But remember
that being ‘married’ to your mother, in this context, is never an
equal or ‘manly’ situation. He will forever be subservient to her.
I like all these various scenarios, but perhaps the hottest is also
the cruelest one. That is, one where they continue to live as mother
and son, with no sexual penetration. She ‘services’ him the same way
you would service your car at a local gas station. She is still kind
and gentle, and enjoys taking care of her darling son — and makes
sure to make it as enjoyable as possible for him — but she knowingly
and intentionally makes sure he will never feel the inside of a pussy,
especially her own. From her point of view this is a sacrifice he
should be willing to make for all the benefits their ‘special
relationship’ grants him. After all, how many wives make it the
priority in their lives to make sure their husbands are sexually
fulfilled. In fact, she is so compulsive about tending to his needs
that she schedules and arranges the various sexual activities together
whether he wants them or not. So she masturbates, tit-fucks, and maybe
even gives him blowjobs or prostate massages as she deems necessary,
which is VERY often, as much for his own gratification, as for a
method of control over him. Of course she always stops short of the
‘real’ sexual fulfillment he wants — vaginal intercourse — but he is
a slave to her tender hands and skilled tongue. She may even get off
on teasing him, pretending to give him what he wants, and getting him
all worked up — only to finish him off in one of the usual ways.
Perhaps the most touching scenario involves a bit of all of these, and
exhibits true character development in not only the son, but the
mother. Here is a possible example:
A single mother desperately wants to have grandchildren one day, her
only son, who is 18 or 19, has been dating for 2 years without
success. She realizes that while he is a good looking boy, and should
otherwise have no problems ‘with the ladies,’ his extreme shyness is
what is holding him back. The dates he goes on are very platonic, and
its obvious from what he describes that the girl is waiting for him to
make his move, which never comes.
She decides that she can help him, by giving him a few pointers.
Nothing too risky, just some lessons on how to talk to women, flirt,
and perhaps kissing and light petting. Of course, one such lesson is
not enough to ingrain these concepts in his memory. As the lessons go
on, and more dates happen, she realizes her plan has backfired. He
can’t seem to overcome his submissive nature which, along with his
half-learned expressions of sexual interests, have caused the ‘wrong
type’ of girls to show interest in him — girls that will ‘use’ her
son instead of truly love him for himself.
Over time this continues, and in addition, the mother begins to feel
jealousy towards the inappropriate situation, and loss of attention
from her son. Here she is, a mother who wants only the best for her
boy, who has always given him everything that he needs, and is forced
to sit by and watch as calculating and lecherous women use her boy for
their own ends. She fears that his sweet and innocent temperament,
which is in some ways part of the problem, will be sapped away and
corrupted by these evil little sluts. She decides she has to find the
‘right kind of woman’ for him, one like her, who will take care of
him, and love him and preserve him just as he is.
A competition develops between her and the primary girl(s) who he is
dating. Of course, being a wise and worldly woman, she knows she can’t
compete when it comes to the sexual gratification his little
girlfriend provides for him, so she decides to fight fire with fire.
She realizes she must become more controlling, more calculating, more
dominant over him then she ever was before (which was considerable
already) — in essence, she must be like those girls, but better,
kinder, gentler, and for his own good, she does it because SHE knows
what is best for him. Most importantly, she must use his own sex drive
against himself and his girlfriend to regain control of the situation.
She realizes this strategy will work perfectly because she has much
more access to him then his girlfriends do, and generally speaking,
much more control, as an authority figure in his life. Really the only
advantage they have is sex, which she is uniquely situated to take
away from them.
Their ‘dating lesions’ now being very infrequent, she needs to be sly
as to how she prepares to ‘attack’ her son’s sexuality. She does this
by flirting with him more, dressing more revealingly, and generally
trying to keep him horny when ever she is in his presence. While he
spends a lot of time with girls now, he can’t spend ALL the time with
them, and thus is resigned to masturbating (more then usual) when she
has produced an erection through there interaction. She realizes that
this is the perfect way to undermine the sexual grip his girlfriends
have on him, and schemes to use this as an opening for her to ‘have a
serious talk’ with him, when she ‘accidentally’ walks in on him while
he is doing the deed. After a long talk, where emotions are shared,
reassurances are given, she tells him its natural, and hints that she
has felt some of his masturbatory activity might be her fault. Before
he can react, she offers to ‘help him out’ with his frustrations and
gently coaxes her first load of cum from his balls.
Triumphant, she soon sees a dramatic shift in attention from his
girlfriend(s) to her, and realizes she has two other advantages she
didn’t know of before; namely, her son has obvious Oedipile
tendencies, and a strong preference for ladies of a more ‘mature’
physique. This is evident from some of the girls he has dated — most
are a bit heavier, with large and pendulous bosoms, and wide
child-baring hips. These are qualities that she has in abundance, and
combined with the allure of being older and his mother, she has a
distinct advantage. She now realizes that the war is won, if not over,
and progressively heightens the sexual tension in her household.
She takes on a ‘no-nonsense’ approach to his masturbation, and her
more and more frequent participation, telling him that young men such
as he must have their sexual tension frequently released — she
wouldn’t be doing her duty as a good mother if she didn’t help him
with this bit. Over time, he gradually begins to believe this
‘fabricated’ motherly duty (she repeats it frequently), and he becomes
more and more accustomed to thinking of this as still abnormal for
most families, but simply an oddity of his, which won’t hurt anyone if
kept private (every family has its own peculiar oddities after all).
Besides which, it really feels 1000% better when she does it then when
he does it himself.
The door now open, true ‘sharing’ begins to happen, at least from his
end. Over time, at his mother’s gentle urging, he reveals his
attraction to her, and she is more then happy to let him indulge, by
exposing herself, first just the breasts with which he is most
fixated, but soon after they perform their ritual masturbation
sessions completely in the nude. Other things are shared, and their
interaction becomes more and more ‘loving’ with more bodily contact,
hugging, caressing and holding each other. He admits his lactation
fantasies, and is rewarded with mock-nursing during every session.
Likewise, with his fetish for ‘mommy talk’ which had already been
progressing secretly without his knowledge. His hyper-emphasis on her
large motherly bosom, leads to frequent breast fucking, where she
happily encourages her little boy to produce a pearl necklace for
mommy. She even goes as far as to let her boy cum in her mouth eager
to taste and take his essence into her body. Finally, he admits his
most shameful fetish (which was clearly obvious to her long ago), his
attraction to being dominated and controlled in bed. This leads to
various power-exchange and roll-reversal games (though she always had
all the power to begin with). This starts with prostate massages, and
eventually leads to experimentation with anal strap-on sex. It
satisfies his need to be dominated by being submissively penetrated
and ‘taken’ by his mother. In many ways strap-on sex physically
symbolizes the submissive mental state he has always had in all prior
sexual encounters. Every time she made him cum in the past, his sperm
was forcibly ‘taken’ from him. The act of having his penis enveloped
into the massive cleavage of her breasts, or the buttery-warmth of her
mouth was a submissive act — he surrendered to being consumed and
‘enjoyed’ by his mother. Even nursing was submissive, as her fat
turgid nipple thrusts itself into his reflexively open mouth, and his
mother’s hand clamped itself on the back of his neck; holding him in
place as the massiveness of her nurturing breast replaced the rest of
the world.
She is happy to indulge him in all of these kinks because they all
work towards her ultimate goal — to sexually and mentally bind her
little boy to her as a submissive, and docile life partner. Of course,
to complete her victory, she spares no chance to embarrass him in
front of his girlfriends at every turn, and signal to them that he is
truly under his mother’s control, and that the should move on if they
are looking for an easy to manipulate boy toy. Those that persist in
fighting her, encounter her son’s inability to perform for them —
have been thoroughly milked right before their date. Soon their sexual
hold on him slips. Even when he schemes to ‘save himself’ for date in
which complete sexual penetration is explicitly promised by a girl, he
finds himself unable to resist his domineering mother’s seductive
charms, as exposes herself to him, offers an erect nipple for a little
suckle, and stealthily slinks her hand down to his erect cock and
causes him to make a ‘messy mess’ all over himself. Soon he too begins
to seek contact with girls his own age less and less. Just as his
mother intended.
They go on to live their lives much as before, as when he was still in
high school, too shy to ‘engage’ with the opposite sex. Realizing her
son’s nature, she has given up on the prospect of grandchildren, and
decided to keep her son at home, so she can dote on him and care for
him as she desires. While always exciting for both of them, their
sexual activity becomes routine, part of a new ‘family dynamics’
between the two of them. She gives him everything he could want
sexually (except coital penetration), and more frequently then his
young libido could desire so as to make sure he is kept satisfied,
drained and sedated. In return she gets to dominate him both in bed
(which is a special thrill for her as a mother) and domestically since
she keeps him in a ‘teenage boy’ mind-frame. She is always the one
that engages the activities, frequently servicing him in methods he is
not in the ‘mood’ for. But she always makes sure their time together
ends in a nice big gush of cum and a satisfied smile from her baby boy.
Eventually the relationship turns a bit sadistic. While she never
denies him the sexual release he needs — why would she, its the key
to her hold on him — she enjoys denying him full coital sex. It
reaffirms her control over him, and his dependence on her for
everything. She also grows to enjoy fucking his ass with a strap on
more and more as she listens to his boyish, almost womanly moans, and
manipulates his penis into spurting all over his chest and launch
semen high enough to hit the undersides of her heavy-hanging breasts
as they bounce and slap around with her solid thrusts into his
accommodating ass. Afterwards they cuddle and she pets his hair,
telling him what a good darling he is for cumming so hard as he nurses
on her. The boy has submitted and been satisfied once again at the
hands of his loving mother.