*How a mom controls her family. She is the queen. And in case you haven’t read it,* [*part I is in here*](https://www.reddit.com/r/dirty_boy69/comments/v2jva2/my_mom_my_urges/)*. I advise you to read it first. Enjoy your read.*
After mom took my virginity – I still get aroused when thinking about it – it was back to normality. My new normal, at least it was that back then. Mom and I enjoyed our morning ritual were she unlocked me to clean myself up while teasing the shit out of me, making my dick rock hard. But jerking off my huge boner, no, no. I am not allowed to do that. But I loved watching her playing with her tits, showing off her pussy or sometimes even fucking herself with a dildo while I had my five to ten minutes of unlocked freedom beneath a hot stream of water.
When the time was over, she got out the ice to make me limb again. It always was a very frustrating moment for me. Every damn fucking morning. But it has to be done. And I got used to it. She just has to lock me up. It is better for me. Better for her. Better for our relationship. Better for everyone.
Despite me being locked up, everything else was totally normal in my life: I had to go to work, I was hanging out with friends, I did a lot of sports to drive the sinful horny thoughts out of my head and I was fantasizing a lot about women. One women to be honest with you. About how my mom will fuck me again. It always ended up with a wet spot on my underwear.
Three weeks passed by without any sexual relieve for me. I got really horny. Damn fucking horny. It got difficult for me to sleep. Despite the exhausting workouts I did nearly every day. Horny just kept me awake. I told mom a bout it. She hugged me. Kissed me on my cheek in a very motherly way. Told me that this was normal and that it will go away. And she complimented me on my more trained body. The last one made me smile.
But mom being close to me, touching me, resulted in a wet spot on my training pants. Her scent in my nose nearly turned me insane. She smelled so good. When she saw the wet spot appearing on my pants, she smiled at it. She called me a good boy.
Another week or two passed by, and my horny level reached a new high. I was desperate. Desperate for some relief. Nothing was working to distract me anymore. I was a horny mess. So I came up with the great idea to steal some fruit from the kitchen and fuck me up the ass with it. Fuck, it felt good. It felt awesome. It made me go wild. I came from anal only every time. I involuntary moaned out loud a couple of times. Mom heard that. She came in my room. She caught me in the act. She was really mad at me.
Mad because I was wasting food. Mad because I was relieving myself without daring to ask for her permission. I betrayed her trust. She gave me a hell of speech. How disappointed she was. That she will kick me out off home. How sad she was that I betrayed her after all she had done for me.
I was on my knees. In front of her. With a banana still up my ass. Begging her for mercy. Begging for her forgiveness. I even had tears in my eyes. I was begging for about half an hour when she finally accepted my excuse. But it came with one condition: From now on I wasn’t allowed to close any door behind me – well except the toilet door, that single small room, with the toilet in it, that we Europeans love to use to take a piss or a dump. Civilized people don’t do that next to their shower.
But I am drifting off. All together you can say that I lost my right for privacy. I gladly accepted. In the end she hugged me. Kissed me. It made me feel all warm and fuzzy inside.
So it was back to every day life again. I got used to the open door policy pretty fast, because I wasn’t doing anything that I needed privacy for anymore: I stopped jerking off. I stopped watching porn. Mom was with me in the bathroom anyways every morning. It got part of my new normal.
But something else changed too back then. It was a very welcome change: Mom and dad stopped closing their bedroom door. So when they had sex, it was easy for me to watch. And watching I went a lot. As soon as I heard mom moaning, I was over, standing in the door to their room, enjoying the view of my own parents fucking the shit out of each other. Always with a wet spot on my underwear. And with saliva dripping out of my mouth. How I wished to be able to join them in. But it would take some time until that day.
Again, a month went by. I behaved. I didn’t violate any of the rules I had to follow. I was a good boy. And me behaving made mom really, really proud. She told me that back then. It made me blush a little. And she also promised me a reward for the next day. I couldn’t sleep because of how excited I was. Fantasizing about her fucking me again kept me up all night long.
But she didn’t fuck me. Our morning ritual went the usual way. She only took me out on a shopping trip afterwards. We went to the local sex shop. Mom knew everyone there. From the employees to the customers. She introduced me to all of them. Always mentioning that she locked me up. That I was her good boy. I was nothing but embarrassed all the time. I wished that I was able to vanish into thin air.
Then she asked one of the employees about anal dildos and chastity cages for me, her son. Their dildo selection was huge. Mom allowed me to chose one. I took a black one. About the size that my rock hard dick once was. Then it was time to buy me some new, some smaller cage. They had a lot of models. In the end we ended up buying another metal one.
Back at home we put on my new cage. It fitted. A perfect fit. Mom smiled at my caged cock. Then she handed me over my new toy and some lube. Enjoy yourself. But clean your toy and bring it back to me after you are done. A huge smile appeared on my face. I hugged her, kissed her on the cheek: “Thank you mom, I love you.”
At first I went to clean out my dirty hole. I learned how to do it in a proper way by watching online tutorials. And I had practice, the fruit incidents. Then I went to my room. Placed a huge towel on my bed, got undressed and jumped onto my bed. With lube in one hand and my dildo in the other one. And no, no porn, just me and my toy.
At first I lubed up one of my fingers. I gently slid him up my ass. To prepare my hole for the much bigger toy. I moaned out loud while I finger fucked myself. My dick was dripping pre-cum. I caught it with my fingers and sucked them clean. And I drew the attention of mom and dad pretty fast. They heard my moaning. They were standing in the door frame. Enjoying watching their son playing with himself. They kissed, held hands and took some pictures: Selfies of them, pictures of me to share. Yes, they asked me if they can share them. I said okay, but blur my face out.
After my hole got used to the penetration, after it had opened up, it was time to bring in the bigger gun: My black dildo. I drowned that thing in lube. Then I slid it in. My eyes were turning backwards. A moan came out of my throat. My dick was spitting pre-cum. I was in heaven. I began to drift off to elsewhere.
I fucked myself gently in the beginning. Slowly in, slowly out, never fully out. It felt better with every thrust. My moaning probably got louder too. My thrusts got harder. And faster. Tension was building up inside my body. My limp, caged dick began to itch. Some inner heat filled up my body. And then, boom. An orgasm went off. My body trembled under it. My legs began to twitch. My balls emptied themselves. My whole body relaxed, exhausted. I collapsed for some time. Mom and dad applauded me.
After I finished off, after I regained myself, after I cleaned myself and my toy, mom and dad hugged me. They told me that it was one of the hottest things they had ever seen. They told me that they are more than just proud of me. Then I handed mom my toy, thanked her for allowing me to relieve myself and we all went on with our lives. Back into our daily routine. For a week, maybe two, then things got even more interesting.
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