Yes, I am one of those guys that never moved out from home. 27 year old me was still occupying his childhood bedroom. I could afford to move out, but I just love to live in a rent free full service hotel room. My 53 year old mom takes good care of me. She takes good care of me and my 50 year old father. We two love her. We adore her.
But I see more than just my mom in her. She is my dream women. I tried to date other women, women her age, women my age but nothing really worked out. Mom was always in my head. Probably not the healthiest thing on Earth, but it could be worse.
When I was at home I was mostly in my room, jerking off to some pics of my mom while smelling some of her worn panties. Doing so made my dick more than just rock hard. It gave me the best orgasms. By far better ones than I ever had when I was fucking some girl, some woman.
I did more than just jerking off to some bikini pics of my mom while sniffing her panties: Call me peeping tom. I was spying on mom all the time. When she was in the bathroom, I was in front of the door, trying to get a glimpse on her beautiful body. Or I was listening in when mom and dad were fucking, while standing in front of their door, carefully opening the door, to get a nice view on them two doing it. I always jerked off while spying on her, or better said spying on them. And I always left some sticky, nasty evidence behind. Doing so, was a huge fucking turn on for me.
But not for mom. She knew what I was doing. She knew were her panties went. And she had no problem with it at all. The total opposite was the case: Knowing that a young man was lusting for her, for her body, that he wanted to fuck her, was a huge turn on for her. But she had enough of cleaning away my jizz stains.
Her solution for the problem was a creative one. I think it was a Saturday morning – dad was still asleep, after he and mom have been fucking for the bigger part of the night – when mom confronted me about my doing. No she wasn’t angry, she didn’t tell me to stop, she just told me that she was sick of cleaning away my leftovers. I nodded all the time, then I asked her: “What are you up to? Do I have to stop chasing you?”
A smile appeared on her face. Then she pulled out a metal chastity cage: “You can keep on watching, but you have to wear this nice little cage all day long. If you say no, you move out.”
Moving out was no option for me, so I said that I’d wear the cage. Hoping that she wasn’t planing on pulling it through. As soon as I said yes, she made me drop my pants and my underwear. Standing pant less in front of my mom, wearing nothing but her revealing night gown, made me rock hard. I was embarrassed because of it. But she just smiled: “So we have to cure your hard wood first.”
My mind went wild. Was she really going to jerk me off, giving me a blow job, maybe she will fuck me?
Nothing like that happened. She went over to the freezer – yes we had our talk in our kitchen – to grab some ice. She put the ice on my dick, until I got limb and small. Then she caged me. Locked me up. And left the room. But before she left, she said the following: “I am going to let you out every morning, to clean yourself up.”
The first day went over without any troubles. I felt the cage between my legs, but it wasn’t uncomfortable to wear. My horny level was okay. I had been jerking along with my parents fucking each other for the bigger part of the night before. So I was still satisfied.
On the next morning, a Sunday, it was time to get unlocked for the first time. To clean my private parts. I went over to the kitchen, mom and dad were having breakfast, I asked mom if she could help me out. She said yes, and went with me. Dad had an approving “I know everything” smile on his face when I was asking my question. So he was in it too.
In the bathroom mom unlocked my dick. I got hard immediately. She told me not to touch myself. Otherwise she’d keep me locked up forever. I did what I was told. Well, until the point were I was soaping up my dick, mom allowed me to do that. To make sure that I wasn’t jerking off, she stayed in the room all the time. She was watching me all the time while I was showering.
To my surprise one of her hands was between her legs. Playing with her pussy. The other one was squeezing one of her boobs. No she wasn’t naked, she was wearing one of dad’s huge T-shirts. I could see her rock hard nipples poking through it. I desperately wanted to jerk off. But I resisted the urge. Don’t do it. Mom will be angry.
It all lasted about five minutes. Then mom stopped playing with herself. She stopped teasing me: “I hope you enjoyed our little get together.”
And yes I did. It turned me on. It was nothing but arousing watching her playing with herself. But now it was time to lock me up again. To cure my hard wood she came over to the shower. Turned the water to ice cold. And showered my cock and my balls until I got limb again. Then she locked me up.
We did the same thing over the next week. Every morning. My horny level went through the roof. It got worse with every day. I was desperate to relief myself. All I had in my head for the bigger part of the day was the picture of mom playing with herself while I was in the shower. Yes, she teased me every damn fucking morning. She even took it one step further and did it naked. Her doing, and listening in on mom and dad fucking for an hour or two nearly let me go nuts. My desperation, my urge to fuck, to relief myself got bigger with every day.
By the end of the week my caged dick was leaking pre-cum whenever I was thinking about sex. He desperately tried to get hard. To break free. But the cage full filled it’s purpose. No jerking off for me. No getting hard for me. Only frustration.
It all lasted until Saturday morning. I was locked up for one week. I had difficulties falling asleep because all I could think off was sucking on my mom’s hot tits, eating out her pussy and bounding the shit out of her.
Mom and dad were having breakfast in the kitchen. They, as they normally do on a Friday, fucked nearly all night long. I joined them in. To grab some breakfast. And to talk with mom. To ask her to let me free, to allow me to nut one out.
Mom was sitting there. Looking gorgeous. Wearing nothing but some hot lingerie. Seeing her that way drove me nuts. I tried to stay cool. To get down something to eat, to drink a cup of coffee, but not a single chance. All I did was starring at mom. Fantasizing about fucking her. Saliva dropped out of my mouth. Mom enjoyed it all. She loved – and loves – it when a guy has the hots for her. It was dad who showed me some mercy. He just looked over to his wife, my mom and said: “Don’t you see darling, our son needs some relief. It has been a week. He isn’t used to not getting off. Take good care of him.”
As soon as dad has spoken those words mom took me by my hand and took me over to the bathroom. She probably smiled. She was genuine excited for what would come next. In the bathroom she told me to get undressed. Then she kissed me. Gentle. A very motherly kiss. Then she touched my constantly dripping caged dick. I was far beyond horny at that point in time. Her touching the cage made me moan out loud. She smiled: “Someone is horny. And someone loves his mom. Some is turned on by his mom.”
I moaned out a: “Yes mom, I love. I want you so much.”
Her smile got even bigger: “But we can’t do that. Sons aren’t allowed to fuck their moms.”
She was playing with my balls while she said that. Then she gave me a taste of my own juices. She let me lick her pre-cum covered hand clean. She called me a good boy for doing so: “But I know a way to help you. Mom will help you with your urges.”
I began to tremble: “Yes mom, please. Please help me. I do everything for you.”
She hugged me. Kissed me on the forehead: “Go, take a dump, we have to clean out your dirty hole.”
I went to take a dump. After I was done, I hurried back in the bathroom. Completely not giving a damn about the fact that I was wearing nothing but my chastity cage. Completely not caring that I was walking past my father two times. He was still sitting in the kitchen, enjoying breakfast. Every time I passed by him, he just smiled at me.
Back in the bathroom again, mom was waiting for me. She had put on some one way latex gloves. She was holding lube in one of her hands. It was in that moment of time that I realized what she was up too. And yes, I could have turned around and just left for good, I could have said no, but I didn’t. I went in. Told her that I took a huge dump. She called me a good boy. Then she ordered me to bend over the washing machine.
The next thing I felt was something cold running over my exposed assholes. A few seconds later something was teasing my asshole. A finger was rubbing on it. It felt good. A A minute or so later something was penetrating my asshole. Yes, my own mom was shoving a finger up my ass. A shiver drove through my body. The first penetration made me moan out loud. She did it all gently. She used tons of lube. It felt great. It made my cock drip even more. It made my balls ache even more.
Mom clearly wasn’t doing what she was doing for the first time. She knew what spots she had to hit. Were to put pressure on. Damn it, it felt so good. After some time she even slid in a second finger. It felt even better. Tension build up in my body. Some previously unknown heat was building up. All over my body. Mom kept on finger fucking my asshole. I moaned out loud. I moaned out a lot.
Then I began to tremble. My legs, my whole body. And boom. I came. I had an orgasm. I nutted out a huge load. Despite the fact that my dick was locked up. I came from anal only. For the first time. And it was my mom that brought me that joy. My damn hot mom. I love her.
After I regained myself for some time I took a look around. Mom was smiling at me. Called me a good boy. Dad was standing in the room too. A wet spot on his training paints. He was jerking off while watching my mom fingering my dirty hole. He had a very proud expression on his face.
And I, I was happy too. Happy because I was satisfied. Happy because a dream came true, being sexually active with my damn hot mom was all what was in my head since at least five years. And I was happy to have my family around me. My great fucking family. And yes, this was just the beginning. The warm up. Their way to get me on the hook. To introduce me in world filled with joy and pleasure. But those tales are for another day.
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