Jeffrey's Adventures in Babysitting 8

By David

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Jeffrey’s Adventures in Babysitting
by David


Chapter Eight – An Unexpected Surprise!


“Godammit! Stupid door! Stupid keys! I’ve got to get that darned lock fixed!”

Marie Walton stepped into the house and shut the door behind her, doing her best to shake off the evening’s torrential rain. The bad news was that it had been a long day and she was exhausted. The good news was that it was Wednesday night, which meant only two more days until the weekend.

“Yay for me,” she muttered ruefully. “Oh well, at least I’m home now and out of the rain.”

The weary woman could not wait to get out of her wet clothes. Working late was bad enough, but the sudden thunderstorm had put a damper on her commute, adding to her frustration. The only thing she could think about on the drive home was slipping into something comfortable and settling down to a nice quiet evening free from the daily grind of work and other people’s problems.

“Jeffrey! Are you home, baby? Jeffreeeyyy! Mama’s here!”

Nothing. That was odd. Something wasn’t ... quite right. The house felt empty and, with the exception of the rain pounding against the windows, it was queerly quiet. There was no sign of life, no lights, nothing at all, which concerned her. The television wasn’t even on. Marie frowned. It seemed she had a mystery to solve before getting too comfortable.

“Jeffrey? Honey, are you home? Why are you in the dark, sweetie?”

Again, nothing. Setting down her bag and doffing her rain-soaked jacket, the weary woman flicked the light switch.

“Goddammit, not again!”

This was the third time in a month that the lights had gone out. Each time she called in to complain she always got the same story, that the trees down the street were rubbing against the powerlines were causing the electricity to shut off. Whatever it was, it was a nuisance. But she wasn’t about to let it ruin her evening. She was tired and frustrated enough as it was.

“Goddammit.”

BOOM! The night lit up as lightning hit nearby, sending a shockwave throughout the house. If she had been a timid person it would have been the perfect setting for a scary story, but Marie Walton was anything but timid; ever since she was a little girl she found the patter of rain against the windows and the rumble of thunder rather relaxing. She smiled as the soft shudder shook the house, savoring the sensation of mother nature hard at work. She loosened her blouse and headed upstairs to change her clothes, the flickering lightning illuminating her way.

“Jeffrey? Are you home, sweetheart? Mama’s here!”

With a frown she unpinned her wet hair, shook it out and then let it fall over her shoulders. Where was that boy? He should have been done with his babysitting job hours ago. She’d hoped to get home sooner, in fact, to greet him and see how his day had gone, but that damned Roberta didn’t show up for work and Mr. Ralston begged her to stay half-way through second shift and the kitchen staff was in such turmoil over the new schedule. Such was life in the grownup world ....

“Jeff-reeeeeey! Yoo-hooooo! Mama’s hoooooome ....”

The house remained quiet except for the sounds of the storm. She thought for a moment.

“Hmmm, I wonder if he’s still at the Martins. Think I better give Judith a call ....”

Marie paused at the foot of the stairs to make the call. She smiled as she dialed the number; as hectic as her professional life was, life at home the past few days had taken an amusing turn. She thought about how Jeffrey had been struggling with the frustrations that came with his new duties as a babysitter.

Poor Jeffrey! He was such a quiet, bookwormish boy with underdeveloped social skills, which was why Marie had pressured him into taking on such an odd challenge. Hearing him complain about the trials and tribulations of being a teenaged babysitter – and a boy babysitter at that! – was like an elixir to her, full of hilarious highlights and adolescent angst; she knew she should be more sympathetic, but the silly stories he told and his obvious embarrassment with his plight made her smile.

“Mom! It’s not funny!” the embarrassed lad would squeal whenever his mother laughed at his complaints. “Those girls are mean little brats and they’re driving me crazy! You don’t understand!”

“I’m sorry honey, but you’re absolutely right. I don’t understand,” she’d reply happily. “I just think it’s funny that a big strong boy like you is having such trouble babysitting three sweet little bitty girls. It can’t be that bad.”

“But it is bad!” Jeffrey fumed. “And they’re not sweet! They’re little brats! Aaaagghhhh! You don’t understand!”

“Aw, it can’t be so terrible. To hear you talk, one would think the monkeys were running the zoo. They’re just three little girls and you’re a teenaged boy. How bad can it get?”

That’s when Jeffrey’s face would get red and he’d brush his curly hair out of his eyes and push his oversized horn-rimmed glasses up his nose and get all tongued-tied with frustration.

“You ... y-y-you j-just ... d-d-don’t understand!” he’d fume. “They ... they’re not j-j-just l-l-little g-g-girls! They ... th-they’re ... evil!”

Marie shook her head as she replayed those conversations in her mind. She felt little sympathy for her son whenever he fussed like that. For all his complaining and whining, he was purposefully vague about what it was the girls did that was so “evil.” She knew he was keeping something from her, and if he was going to be all pig-headed and secretive about it, then he would have to suffer the consequences.

“Poor little Jeffrey ... he’s such a drama queen,” she said aloud as she waited impatiently for someone to answer the phone. “I can’t imagine what those three innocent little angels could do to make him act that way.”

It took longer than usual to get her call through, no doubt because of the storm. At long last someone answered. The voice was high-pitched, energetic and extremely polite.

“This is the Martin residence, Rita Martin speaking.”

“And Tina Martin is here, too!” a second voice interjected.

Marie smiled. She absolutely adored Judith’s twin daughters. They were just the cutest things!

“Well hello, young ladies! This is Mrs. Walton, you know, Jeffrey’s mommy? Is Jeffrey there, please?”

There was some muffled whispering – as if someone had put their hand over the mouthpiece – followed by an explosion of girlish giggles and laughter.

“Hi Mrs. Walton! This is Tina! Jeffrey’s not here. He went home before it started raining.”

There was more whispering and giggles. Marie grinned. She pictured them with their bright red hair and sweet little freckled faces, crowding against each other to talk on the phone. How cute is that?

“Girls, can you tell me if your mommy is home?”

“Rita, stop it! I’m talking to Mrs. Walton! Mmmm, sorry, Mrs. Walton but our mommy’s taking a bath right now. All the lights went off so she’s got out candles and we’re playing with flashlights! It’s really fun!”

“And a little spooky, too!” squealed the other twin.

“I see. It sounds like you’re having a lot of fun.” Marie nodded, then raised an eyebrow. “Speaking of fun, how do you like your new babysitter? Is Jeffrey doing a good job?”

There was more whispering, followed by what could only be described as hysterical laughter. For a moment Marie wondered if she might have to hang up and call back.

“WE LOOOOVE JEFFREY!!!” squealed the little voices on the other end of the line. “JEFFREY IS THE BEST BABYSITTER EVER!!! WE JUST LOVE HIM SOOOOO MUCH!!!”

This caused Marie to laugh out loud. She certainly never expected to hear anything like that, especially after all the whining she got from her son.

“I’m glad to hear you’re all getting along so well,” she replied. “Do me a favor if you would. Tell your mommy that Mrs. Walton called to check on Jeffrey. She can call back if she wants, but she doesn’t have to.”

“Okay! We will! Tell Jeffery we said hello!”

“Yeah, tell him we can’t wait to see him tomorrow!” cried the other little voice.

“Bye Jeff-reeyyyyyyyy!” the two girls squealed at the top of their little lungs.

There was yet another cacophony of laughter and giggles and the phone suddenly went dead. Marie shook her head as she hung up.

Well, that answers that, she mused with a smile. Jeffrey apparently has his own private fan club. Good for him. He needs to have some sort of responsibility and taking care of Judith’s little girls isn’t that hard.

“Yep, this is a good thing, all right. A good thing, indeed!”

Marie then turned her thoughts on other, more immediate matters.

“So now, little man, I wonder where you are right now. Let’s see, dark house, all quiet ... not a sign of life,” she mumbled to herself as she started up the staircase. Her lip curled into a mischievous smile as an idea formed in her mind ... and a very curious idea it was.

“If he’s in this house ... in the dark ... I bet I know exactly what the little darling is doing ... no doubt at all ....”

In addition to her son’s adventures as a babysitter, Marie was even more curious about other parts of his life, those other more intimate aspects that she couldn’t help but find fascinating. At the age of thirteen, Jeffrey was going through some changes that were as mysterious as they were amusing.

What is it with boys and masturbation, she thought to herself. Or as the kids say, jacking off, jerking off, diddling his willy, beating his meat, choking the chicken, and ... what was that other one ...? Oh yes ....

“Spanking the monkey,” Marie said aloud to herself. “My goodness, where do they come up with those silly names? Men and boys ... they can be so nasty sometimes. And that child is as almost as bad as his father. That man was literally nothing but a big jerk off!"

She grimaced, just for a moment, then promptly switched gears. Best not to think about her ex-husband when she didn’t have to. After all, that’s why she got rid of him, right?

“Ah well, men and boys and their disgusting little toys ....”

Turning her thoughts away from her divorce and on to happier matters, Marie couldn’t help but laugh at herself. Never in a million years did she ever think she’d have to worry about a teenaged boy jacking off in her house, but it turns out that’s just part of motherhood. It had been going on for several months now and, where at one point in time she had been vexed and even disgusted with Jeffrey’s messy little habit, she’d grown to find it entertaining and to some degree, somewhat endearing.

“I know I shouldn’t be this way, but I can’t help myself,” she said with a chuckle. “He’s so adorable when he’s pulling on his little dickie-wickie, it just makes me smile so much!”

Indeed, after endless weeks of discrete observation, Marie Walton's fascination for her son's messy little habit had evolved; she was now to the point where she made a little game of catching him in various stages of self-pleasure, spying on him at every opportunity and watching in secret as he jerked on his little penis and eagerly squirted away in boyish rapture. The image of her baby boy – okay, maybe he wasn’t quite a baby anymore – lying back in his bed, hands between his legs and spraying semen into the air flashed through her mind’s eye. She gave a little laugh and at the same time cringed just a bit.

“If only he wasn’t so messy when he does that! Somebody has got to learn to clean up after his nasty, naughty little self!”

Still, Marie was more amused than not. Despite the gross factor, there had been a significant surge in the entertainment value of motherhood in the Walton household. No matter how many times she spied on Jeffrey when he jacked off, she couldn’t help be tickled by the absurdity of the situation.

“Who knew I’d become so obsessed with him jerking off?” she’d whispered to herself. “I have become such a bad mama.”

Marie did feel guilty, a bit creepy even, sneaking a peek as her son tugged away at himself in the throes of adolescent passion. But she couldn’t help herself, the situation was all so delightful, not to mention hilarious. Take the previous night, for example: it was barely twenty-four hours ago when she caught him going hard at it, his bed squeaking away as he squirmed about and tugged on his little wiener, and she’d almost barged in on him in the middle of his erotic escapade, mostly to see if she could embarrass him. In the end, however, she decided to let the lustful lad have his fun.

“Oh yeah, I am the worst mother in the world,” Marie told herself. “I know I should probably be mad at the little sweetheart or at least a little bit worried, but whenever I catch him doing it I can’t help but think he’s just so stinkin’ adorable!”

But that was then and this is now. On this dark and stormy night Marie was in a more of, well, let’s just say, a spiteful if not playful mood. Her workday had been exasperating and she was already frustrated enough; and instead of being greeted by her loving son, an active household and a hot meal, she arrived to find her home dark and empty and devoid of all life.

“I know he can’t help it, but I swear to God, after all I’ve been through today, if I catch him jacking off, there WILL be consequences.”

At the top of the stairs Marie took off her heels and she padded barefoot toward her son’s bedroom. Sure enough, the door was closed and she could hear the creaking of bedsprings coming from the other side.

Squeak-squeak-squeak-squeak ....

The eager woman bit her lip. Yep, Jeffrey was home, all right, diddling himself in the dark, completely oblivious to his mother’s presence.

“I can’t believe it,” she whispered to herself. “That little scamp! Here I am, soaking wet after working twelve straight hours, and he’s in his room, safe and sound and jerking on his little wiener without a care in the world! Maybe it’s time to teach my darling little boy a lesson ....”

Squeak-squeak-squeak-squeak ....

Marie put her hand on the doorknob and took a deep breath; giving the knob a gentle twist, she slowly pushed forward, easing the door open inch by inch ... by inch ... by inch ... slowly revealing the activities within.

Good thing I oiled the hinges, she thought. What a sneaky bitch I’ve become ....

Dark as it was, Marie couldn’t see much of anything at first. But the sounds of her son’s illicit activities echoed in the night air; the constant creaking of the bed was so loud, in fact, she could feel the high-pitched vibrations ....

Squeak-squeak-squeak-squeak ...

With the door wide open and nothing but the darkness between her and her son, another sound came into play. Marie held her breath in anticipation. Yes, there it was, just like the night before; it was the soft, breathless whisper of a young boy’s voice caught in the throes of ecstasy ....

“Oh gosh ... *gasp!* ... oh gosh ... oooooooh ... *gasp!* ... gossssshhhh ....”

Marie grinned as she listened to the sounds in the shadows. There was no pause, no indication on her part that she’d given away her presence. She could have been a ghost as far as anyone in the room would have been concerned.

Squeak-squeak-squeak-squeak ....

“Mmmmm ... geez ... oh ... *gasp!* ... noooo ... don’t ... please ... nooooo ... *gasp!* ... don’t do that ....”

Standing just a few feet from Jeffrey’s position in the dark, Marie was amazed – and tantalized – by the sound of her son’s voice. It was hoarse and weak, as if he was in distress.

“Ah ... aaahhhh ... nooooo ... don’t look at meeeee ... Please ... *gasp!* ... don’t look! Gi- ... g-give me ... *gasp!* ... my clothes ... b-b-back ... *gasp!* ... puh-leeeeeeassssse ....”

There he goes again, the curious woman thought to herself. That’s what he said last night. The very same thing. What is going on in that pretty blond head? He’s obviously got something on his mind. I wish I could peek inside that little boy mind and find out what's going on!

“Nooooo ... please ... pleeeeasssse ... don’t ... look ... at ... meeeee ....”

Squeak-squeak-squeak-squeak.

“Please ... I ... I want ... *gasp!* ... my clothes ... back. Please give ... *gasp!* ... give them ... to meeeee ....”

There was another gasp, then a little grunt, followed by a frantic increase in the squeaking of the mattress. Marie put her hand over her mouth, doing her best to not burst out in laughter. Her son’s whimpering, simpering pleading was outdone only by the hilarity of the situation; knowing that he was just a few feet away, tugging away on his little weenie for all his worth, that was funniest thing she could imagine!

Squeak-squeak-squeak-squeak.

“Noooo ... d-d-don’t ... *gasp!* ... don’t laugh ... please ... *gasp!* ... don’t laugh at meeeee ....”

Squeak-squeak-squeak-squeak.

Marie’s mind raced with curiosity. This was not the first time she'd heard those words. The night before he had gone on forever with the very same routine.

“Don’t laugh at me?” What – no, make that WHO – in the world was he talking about? Was it some girl at school? One of his teachers, perhaps? Or ... maybe was it those little girls he had been babysitting?

No, that couldn’t be, she thought to herself. The Martin girls are way too young to be involved in something like this. No, it had to be someone older, sexier ... perhaps a little bit mean ....

Oh Jeffrey, what is going through that poor little head of yours? Marie shook her head. You poor, poor thing. Where in the world did you come up with such strange, pervy ideas?

All of a sudden ... BOOM! A brilliant flash of lightning lit up the night as thunder shook the house. Blinking in the aftermath of the glare, Marie delighted in what she saw: just a few steps away, so close she could almost touch him, Jeffrey was sitting on the edge of his bed, completely nude and jacking off with blissful abandon. Unfazed by the storm, the naked youth had his head thrown back, his eyes closed and his lips were parted ever so slightly as he panted and puffed his heart out. Without his oversized horn-rimmed glasses, the nude boy looked so much younger than his thirteen years.

Squeak-squeak-squeak-squeak.

“Oh gosh ... *gasp!* ... oh my ... *gasp!* ... gosh ....”

Marie watched as another flash of lightning lit up the room. Jeffrey’s right hand gripped his penis and jerked up and down in rapid succession while his other hand cupped his plump, boyish breast, his fingertips pinching his nipple.

The amazed woman had to bite her lip to keep from laughing out loud.

I can’t believe it, she thought to herself. He’s playing with his titty while he's jacking off! My goodness, isn’t that just the cutest thing? He’s so sweet, the little stinker. I really should be mad him, but ... awwww, why would I be like that? He’s not really hurting anybody. The little darling is obviously having the time of his life.

Transfixed by the scene before her, the gleeful woman took in every detail of what she saw. She watched with wide-eyed amusement as her son kept tugging on his penis and writhed about in rapture, oblivious to the storm outside his bedroom window and completely ignorant of the fact that he was putting on a perverted show for his own mother!

The poor child ... he’s so caught up in his head, he’s got no idea I’m standing here watching him jack off. How hilarious is that?

I really am a bad mother ....

The lightning storm continued to illuminate Jeffrey’s bedroom, giving Marie a constant though flickering view of her son as he continued to pleasure himself. It was almost like watching an old black and white movie, though the leering woman had to admit she’d never seen anything like this at the theater or on television.

“Please, don’t laugh at me,” the breathless lad whispered softly. “Noooo ... don’t, Mrs. Martin ... don’t laugh at me ... pleeeeeeassse ... *gasp!* ... don’t laugh at me ....”

Marie Walton bit her lip to keep from laughing. Did Jeffrey actually say “Mrs. Martin,” as in ... Judith Martin, her best friend?? Really? Was her little boy actually thinking about her best friend as he jacked off? Yep, there it was again:

“Noooo ... please, Mrs. M-M- ... Mrs. Martin ... don’t ... *gasp!* ... laugh at me ... pleeeeasssse ... *gasp!* ... Don’t be ... so mean to meeeeee ....”

Well, that certainly was a surprise, she thought in amazement. I never expected that. The mystery is solved. And just in time!

“Please M-Mrs. M-M-Martin ... don’t laugh at me ... PLEEEEASSSSE ... don’t ... laugh ... at meeeeeee ....”

Marie watched in amazement while her son continued jerking away mere inches from her grasp. The situation was so absurd, she had to fight to keep from laughing out loud.

It all makes sense now, she thought with a smirk. Judith is definitely one sexy woman; she's got those big boobs and long legs, and she's doesn't mind showing off her assets when it suits her purpose. I can totally see Jeffrey having a crush on her. I mean, why wouldn't a teenaged boy find her attractive?

"Oh gosh! Please, Mrs. Martin ... I ... I d-don't have ... *gasp!* ... c-c-clothes on! Please ... *gasp!* ... don't t-t-tease me ... like that!"

Marie Walton bared her teeth in a leering grimace. While any normal mother might find such a scene worrisome, disgusting even, she was delighted to catch her son in the middle of his erotic play-acting.

How funny is this, she thought with delight. I can’t wait to tell Judith she’s got a secret admirer. I wonder what she’ll say when she finds out she’s a sex symbol to a horny teenaged boy? I bet she’ll laugh her ass off when she hears he’s been jacking off in her honor!

The happy woman was just dying to hear more, but she knew her time was limited. Judging from Jeffrey’s breathing that he was about to go over the edge and make another one of those horrid, sticky messes all over her good sheets.

It's just as well, she thought with a wry smile. They're still stained from last night's nasty playtime. I'm going to have to teach that child how to do his own damned laundry!

All of a sudden a piercing SNAP! could be heard throughout the house and the humming of the air conditioning started up. Marie glanced out the bedroom door and saw that the lights were on down the hall; the electricity had been restored!

She looked back at her son and noted with amusement that he was completely oblivious to what was going on; despite her standing just a few feet away he continued jerking away at his penis, huffing and puffing for all he was worth.

“Oh gosh ... *gasp!* ... oh gosh ... oh oh ... *gasp!* ... oh no, Mrs. Martin ... oh oh oh ... *gasp!* ... oooooooohhhh nooooooooo ....”

Squeak-squeak-squeak-squeak.

A wicked smile spread across Marie’s face and she fought with all her might the urge to laugh out loud. In more than thirty-five – all right, make that nearly forty – years on this earth, she'd learned the secret to life was timing.

“Okay Marie, here's your big chance,” she whispered to herself. "Time to have some fun ...."

Flipping on the light switch, the eager woman approached her son and called out in as loud and bright a voice as she could muster without bursting out in laughter.

“Hello, pretty boy! What in the world are you doing here all by your lonesome?!”

What happened next was so funny, Marie just had to laugh. Jeffrey was so surprised, so flabbergasted by her sudden presence, he fell off the edge of his bed and hit his butt hard on the floor. The happy woman chuckled and snorted with unfettered delight.

"Oh my gosh! Jeffrey, are you all right? Did you hurt yourself, sweetie?"

“MOM???!!!” the naked lad screamed. “What ...? Why are you ...? Don’t look at me ... don’t look ... at me! I ... I’m ... I’m ... oh geez, DON’T LOOK AT ME!”

The horrified lad squealed in terror as he scrambled to cover his nudity with his bedsheets and he glared at his mother with a combination of fear, shame and frustration.

“PLEASE MOM DON’T LOOK AT ME!  DON’T LOOK AT ME!  DON’T LOOK AT ME! DON’T LOOK AT MEEEEE!!!”

The situation was so silly, so outrageous, so ... perfect ... Maried couldn't help giggling.

“Oh, don’t mind me, honey. I’m just enjoying the show!” she sang in a merry tune. “Go back to what you were doing if you like. Don’t pay me any attention. I'm just your mother.”

Jeffrey curled up on the floor, doing his best to cover his nudity. He blinked against the glare of the overhead lights, confused, scared and desperate.

“Mom ... Mommy, please, don’t look at me.” His voice had softened to a mild whimper, almost a whisper. “W- ... wha- ... what are you doing here?!”

With her hands on her hips and standing boldly over the humiliated boy, Marie Walton made her best effort to strike an impending pose; it was difficult, however, as she was once again on the verge of bursting out in laughter.

“What am I doing here?” she asked with her patented sing-song “mom voice.” “I live here, you silly boy. I think the real question is, what are you doing in the dark in your birthday suit?! Were you jacking off again? You were, weren’t you? You naughty, naughty little boy!”

Marie reached down and yanked away Jeffrey’s covers, leaving his nude body completely exposed to her view. The shamed lad quickly pressed his thighs together and did his best to cover his nether regions with his hands; that was a lost cause as his erection kept popping up between his trembling fingers, revealing the glistening, gleaming pink tip.

The smirking woman gave her son a gentle scolding. “Jeffrey! Stop it doing that! What have I told you about playing with yourself? Didn’t I warn you, time and again about jacking off in my house?! Especially in front of your mother!”

“But Mom ....”

Marie reached down and swatted her son’s hands away from his privates. “I mean it, Jeffrey Walton! Stop playing with your pickle in front of your mother! That’s just plain rude and nasty!”

“But Mom,” the shamed boy repeated. “I wasn’t j-ja- ... I mean ... I-I-I was ... I’m t-trying t-t-to c-c-cover ... it ... it’s s-s-sticking ... out ... and you ... you’re not ... s-s-supposed to s-s-see me ... like ... this ....”

“Oh, stop being such a baby! I told you before that you don’t have anything I haven’t seen before. Now stop jacking off!”

Delighted with her son’s reaction, Marie kept up the pressure. She gave his hands another hard SLAP! and scolded him as though he was a little child.

“Jeffrey, I mean it! Keep your hands away from your little pickle! Stop diddling with it! Playing with your little dickie is dirty and filthy and I won’t have it! No wonder my sheets are always so messy!”

Jeffrey Walton let his hands drop to his side. The unfortunate lad looked defeated as he left his entire body open to his mother’s view under the glare of the overhead lights.

“You ... you’re n-n-not ... supposed ... t-t-to s-s-see me ... like this ....”

Marie felt a glorious glow sweep over her; indeed, she could not have been any happier! It had been a while since she’d seen Jeffrey completely unclothed or without bedcovers – in full light, that is – and she was pleased at what she saw. While most thirteen year old boys were becoming young men with lean muscles and sharp angles, her son still had much of his baby fat, which made him look much younger than he really was. With his curly blond hair all mussed up and without his over-sized horn-rimmed glasses, he looked just he did when he was a toddler.

The curious woman’s eyes locked in on her son’s plump, swollen nipples. She noted with extreme interest how the pointed tips were red from where he’d been pinching and caressing them just moments before.

Omigod, just look at those pretty little titties! How sweet they are! Why haven’t I noticed them before? It’s a damned shame he’s a boy. With those sweet little boobies and that fat butt he would have made the cutest little girl!

Marie then let her eyes drift down so she could admire her son’s smooth, hairless privates and the soft, pale curves of his waist, hips and legs. What she saw amazed and delighted her to no end!

Mmmm, what a little doll baby, she thought as she licked her lips. Jeffrey is absolutely adorable when he’s naked like this. He’s actually quite pretty, just like when he was a baby. I can't believe he's actually a teenager, not with such a gorgeous body. And his silly little pickle, sticking out like that, I could just stare at that sweet little thing all night long!

“Please ... Mom ... don’t look at me,” Jeffrey whimpered. “Please ... stop staring at me like that!”

In contrast to his mother’s confidence, the panicked child’s voice faltered to the point of despair. Marie was fascinated to hear her son repeat the very words he’d been whispering in the dark.

“Please ... don’t ... don’t look at me. Please ... stop staring ....”

“Oh Jeffrey, don’t be so silly!” Breaking out of her reverie, she practically shouted the words. “I’m your mother! You were naked when I brought you into this world and I saw you naked all the time when you were little, so if I want to look at you naked now, that’s what I’m going to do!”

“But ....” Jeffrey’s cheeked reddened and he lowered his eyes in defeat. “Yes, Mama.”

“Okay, silly boy, get up off the floor.” Marie enjoyed her son’s obvious embarrassment. She kept her eyes locked on him as she held out her hand. “Stand up here so I can talk to you.”

"Can I put some clothes on?"

Marie raised an eyebrow. "MAY I put some clothes on."

Jeffrey rolled his eyes and sighed. "May I please put some clothes on? Please?"

"No you may not.” Marie smiled to see her son’s face; if he wasn’t confused before, he most certainly was now. “Now stand up like I said so we can talk. Do it. Now!"

Jeffrey did as he was told, taking his mother’s assistance as he rose awkwardly to his feet. He started to sit back on the bed, but Marie grabbed him by the shoulders, forcing him to stand before her. She swatted away his attempt to cover his erection, dismissing his apprehension as if this was something that happened all the time.

“Didn’t I tell you to stop diddling your pickle?! Put your hands down, little mister, or someone is getting their butt busted!”

She gave the sullen child a playful smack on his bare thigh, evoking a whiny, “OW!!! Mom, please don’t! This is embarrassing enough as it is!”

“Well, who’s fault is that? Stop being so sensitive! Mama already knows everything you got, so there’s no need to act all shy.”

Marie chuckled. She felt quite powerful in her office clothes, presiding over the naked child before her. The situation had turned outrageous, dangerous even, but there was no stopping now.

“Well, well, what do we have here? It looks like Mr. Happy really is happy to see your mama, wouldn’t you say? Hmm? Hmmm?”

Sure enough, Jeffrey’s penis stuck straight out, pointing right at her, in fact. The small, fleshy protrusion looked so silly, so ridiculously absurd, protruding from such a plump, effeminate body, but it was still adorable nonetheless. Marie noted with wonder how it curved upward and to the right, the little mushroom-shaped tip shining like a pink marble.

Now that’s a good-looking piece of deliciousness, she thought happily after getting a long, satisfying look at the bobbing, bouncing appendage. Jeffrey’s sweet little dick is so pink and clean, just like mama likes. Thank goodness there’s no nasty hair anywhere! And his little change purse is so cute! It’s so round and snug, just like a fresh peach!

How scrumptious is that?!

There was a long, awkward silence as Marie continued staring at her son’s erection. The fact is, this was the first time she had gotten a really good look at Jeffrey’s privates, well, since that time he was in third grade and he fell off his bike and banged up his boy bits on the crossbar. The poor child was so embarrassed when she insisted on pulling down his shorts and checking his “boo-boo” he’d never let her see him without his pants since.

I could just look at his little thing forever, she mused. I mean, just how gorgeous can it get?

“Mom! Quit looking at me like that! Please, stop staring ... at ... at my ... my wiener!”

Marie had to laugh. Am I being that obvious? Goddamn it, am I really such a bad mom? What’s wrong with looking at your son’s weenie every now and then? It's not like I'm some sort of pervert ... I'm the child's mama, for God's sake!"

“Mom! Stop staring!”

Marie sighed. She lifted up her gaze and looked her son right in the eyes, daring him to say another word.

“All right, I'm not staring. Satisfied? So, my little sweetheart, what’s up with all this?” She tried to sound mean, but the word sounded more than silly, to her ears at least. “How come you’re in bed naked? It’s not anywhere near your bedtime. You were being naughty, weren’t you? What did I tell you about jerking on that thing? You’re going to pull it off one of these days and then you’ll be sorry!”

Jeffrey scrunched his eyes shut tight and he lowered his head down so far his chin pressed against his chest, causing him to mumble as he fought to explain himself. Marie noticed with some glibness that his hands were clenched into fists, as if in a struggle to not cover himself from her view.

How sweet, she thought with a giggle. He’s so embarrassed he’s about to die!

“Please Mom, I ... I ... I wasn’t ... d-d-doing ... th-that! I ... I ... I was just ... um, you know ....”

“Nuh-uh! Don’t you dare deny it! I saw you with my own eyes! You were jacking off again, weren’t you? What have I told you about messing up my good sheets!”

The youngster’s face turned pale and his eyes went wide with guilt. “No ... I mean, no ... ma’am. I’m serious, Mom! I wasn’t doing ... that.”

“Stop lying to me, Jeffrey Walton! I told you I know all about what little boys do behind closed doors, remember? Come on, tell the truth. You were jacking off again! I saw you with my own eyes! Now admit it, right now! And don’t you dare lie to me!”

Jeffrey’s eyes watered up and his lip quivered and curled as he protested his innocence. He looked so helpless, standing before his mother with his penis sticking straight out, his face and neck glowing bright red with embarrassment.

“Please Mom! I wasn’t doing anything ... wrong. I just felt bad and wanted to go to bed early. That’s all! I promise!”

Marie pursed her lips and paused in her thoughts for a moment. “You were feeling bad, hmmm? You mean like feeling sick?”

The naked lad nodded. “Yeah. I mean ... sure, I guess so.”

“You guess so? Are you sure? You better not be lying to me.”

Marie placed her hand on his forehead, allowing it to linger there for several seconds. “You feel just fine to me. You sure you aren’t just making this up so I won’t bug you about jacking off?”

“Oh no, Mom! I promise ... I ... I didn’t ... don’t ... feel so good. I got ... um ... hot ... and ... and th-that’s why ... well ... I didn’t p-put on my p-p-pajamas.”

“So, you feel hot, huh? You mean, like you might have a fever?”

“Maybe,” Jeffrey weakly whispered. “I dunno ... I guess so. Maybe?”

Marie looked her son in the eye. A devious plan began to take shape in her mind ....

“Well, if you’re feeling that bad, maybe I need to take your temperature. If you have a fever then we have to do something about that!”

Jeffrey’s jaw dropped and his eyes went wide. “Take my ... temperature ...?”

Marie laughed. “And why not? You said you have a fever, didn’t you? Well then, you must be sick then, right? That’s what it means when you have a fever. Unless, of course, you’re lying to me.”

“I ... I’m ... n-n-not lying ....”

“Fine. Then come with me to the bathroom, little mister. If you think you have a fever we have to check and make sure. I’ll get the thermometer and we’ll get to the ... BOTTOM... of this.”

With a mischievous chuckle the smirking woman grabbed Jeffrey by the shoulders, spun him around and pushed him through the open bedroom door. She then slipped in behind him and gave his plump bottom a playful pinch.

“Get a move on, little man. Stop dilly-dallying!”

“OW!!! Mom, please don’t do that! Stop being so mean to me!”

Marie giggled. “Oh, don’t be such a crybaby. I didn’t hurt you and you know it.”

Of course, she gave his bottom another solid pinch, this time so hard it made him squeal like a little girl.

“EEEE!!! MOM!!! STOP IT!!!”

Instead of the hall bathroom, Marie redirected her son in the opposite direction, toward her bedroom and the master bath within. She knew the poor lad hated her private bathroom, which she thought was so funny; he always complained whenever he had to use it, fussing and fuming like it was an ordeal just to be in there.

“Mom, this room is just awful!” he’d declare loudly and with typical boyish disgust. “Yuck! It’s too girly for me!”

Marie bit her lip as she pushed Jeffrey into her private sanctuary. It was extremely girly, of course, as girly as she could make it on her limited space and funds; she’s decorated it with bright, flowery wallpaper, fluffy throw pink rugs and racks of perfumes and lotions and other feminine accoutrements. She considered this her secret getaway, an ultra-feminine paradise, a small but perfect hiding place for a woman looking for a bit of solitude and luxury after a hard day’s work.

It was also the perfect venue to embarrass – and perhaps even punish – a certain naughty boy!

The first thing she did was position Jeffrey before the vanity, making sure that he was facing the mirror perfectly so.

“Stand right here and don’t move, sweetie,” she sang ever so happily. “This will take just a minute.”

Marie took her time as she scrounged about in the cabinets, humming happily to herself as she gathered up a few items. She glanced over to see Jeffrey staring awkwardly at his reflection, one hand over his crotch and the other crossed over his chest as if to conceal his nipples; he looked so pitiful and helpless as he struggled to maintain his modesty.

“Jeffrey Walton!” She laughed as she smacked at his hands. “What did I say about playing with your pickle?! Put your hands down and stand up straight. Stop acting like a little baby!”

“I’m ... I’m s-s-sorry ... Mama,” the nervous lad squeaked. He quickly pulled his arm down by his side, allowing his boyish organ to spring up erect and proud. He looked up from the source of his shame with wide eyes, like an animal caught in a trap. “Please, Mama ... this is ... is t-t-too em- ... em- ... b-b-barrassing! Can’t I just go to bed and you can forget all this?”

“No, you cannot go to bed. And no, I don’t think I’m ever going to forget any of this. And who’s fault is that, little mister?”

Jeffrey sniffed and rolled his eyes. “Mine.”

“Damned right! It is all your fault. Now stop your whining. I won’t be a minute. I just need to find the petroleum jelly.”

“Petroleum ... j-j-jelly ...?” The child’s cherubic face curled into a frown. All of sudden the light came on and his jaw dropped in disbelief. “Mom ... you ... you’re not really gonna ...?”

“I’m not going to do what?” the giddy woman replied with a lilt in her voice.

The naked lad said nothing. Instead, he closed his mouth and pondered the potentially unpleasant possibilities that awaited him. Marie refrained from laughing out loud. This was a lot more fun than she expected, but she didn’t want to press her luck ... not just yet, at least.

Several items were laid out on her makeup tray, all carefully selected and arranged for dramatic effect. She wanted to make the best of this opportunity. Who knew, she might never get a chance like this again.

“All right, who’s ready to get his temperature taken!” she suddenly announced in a loud, gleeful voice. She glanced down to see her son’s erection still sticking straight out. That was very interesting – very interesting, indeed.

“Mmmm-hmmm, I spy with my little eye a cute little boy whose wiener is looking mighty spry! Come on, baby, bend over for Mama. It’s time to get your bottom poked!”

“My ... my ... b-b-bottom?”

Marie placed her makeup tray on the countertop and carefully watched her son’s reaction. Without his glasses Jeffrey squinted nervously at the collection of items before him. Everything was laid out in a methodical, clinical style, a jar of petroleum jelly, a box of tissues, a washcloth and a bar soap, a bottle of lotion and a packet of pink rubber gloves. The highlight of the display was a little cardboard box with a red cross and lots of medical terminology printed on it.

Look at this,” she cooed, picking up the slender box. “It says ‘rectal.’ That means this thermometer is for your butt. I used this on you where you were an innocent little baby. Now I'm going to use it on my naughty big baby!”

“You’re gonna take my temperature ... up m-my b-b-butt? For real?” Jeffrey sobbed in disbelief. “But ... why?”

“You’re the one who said he wasn’t feeling good.” Marie raised a skeptical eyebrow. “You told me you weren’t jacking off, but that you were sick. So, unless you’re lying I have to know what’s going on. It’s a mama’s duty to make sure her little baby is good and healthy. And the best way to do that is take your temperature!”

The shaken lad blinked; if he wasn’t sick before, he certainly felt that way now.

“But I ... don’t want ... my b-bottom ... p-p-poked,” he said in a barely audible whisper.

“Oh, stop being such a crybaby. We used to do this all the time when you were little and you just loved it back then.”

The look on Jeffrey’s face was one of shock and disgust. Marie pressed her lips together, fighting the urge to bust out laughing. The idea of having his butt poked no doubt worried him as much as it delighted her.

“But M-M-Mom ... I-I- ... I’m not a ... a b-b-baby ... n-n-now.” The poor lad stammered uncontrollably. “You ... you’re not really ... g-g-gonna ... d-d-do this ... are ... are ... you?”

“Of course I am.” Marie cooed coyly. “My baby boy is sick and it’s my responsibility to see what’s the matter. The first thing they teach is you gotta take the baby’s temperature! And the best way to do that is in your butthole!”

The stunned lad looked like he was going to faint. He crossed his arms across his chest and pressed his knees together as if in he was in pain. Marie smiled to see his penis was sticking out even more urgently than before.

Hmmm ... curiouser and curiouser ....

“Please, Mama ... not my ... my b-b-butt. Please, noooo ... not that. Please, Mama ... not in my b-b-butt! Plea- ... p-p-pleeeeeeassssse?”

“Oh, Jeffrey, don’t be such a crybaby. You used to love this when you were little. You’d just laugh and giggle and squirm like a little puppy dog!” She gave the horrified lad a wink. “Come on, don’t be such a baby. Give it a chance ... I bet you’ll still have fun with it!”

Jeffrey’s hands were pressing against his bottom. The blushing boy looked like he was going to faint. “But ... I’m feeling much better now,” he said with a sad, pathetic look.

“Oh, stop your whining, Jeffrey! Now come on, let’s get on with this. Bend over and show Mama your pretty little tushie so she can take the baby’s tempera-tuuuuurrrre.”

The nude child’s face glowed bright red and his watery blue eyes shined as he pondered his next move. For an instant Marie thought he was about to challenge her. To her surprise, however, he let out a deep sigh, slumped his shoulders ... and muttered in surrender:

“Yes ... Mama. Whatever you say.”

Marie watched with keen anticipation as the sullen lad slowly complied with her orders. He carefully bent over the sink, placing his elbows on the marble vanity, resting his chin in his hands and leaving his bare bottom vulnerable and open to view. The smiling woman sighed.

How sweet is that? she thought happily. Sticking that cute butt up in the air ... he has no idea how adorable he looks right now.

Just then Jeffrey brushed his hair from his eyes and looked up through the mirror with an expression of childlike worry.

“This isn’t going to hurt, is it?” he whispered hoarsely.

“No baby, this isn’t going to hurt. I promise.” She looked at him through the vanity mirror and blew him a flirtatious, knowing kiss. “Now raise your little tushy up as far you can and let Mama take your temp-eraaaa-tuuuuurrrre!”

The anxious youth did as he was told. He lifted himself up on his tiptoes and arched his back, raising his bottom as high as he could. Marie’s heart went pit-a-pat. She contemplated the pale, plump cheeks before her and ruefully murmured aloud:

“I can’t believe I’m actually doing this ... I am such a bad mama ....”

The happy woman glanced up at the mirror. Jeffrey’s expression was expectant and worried, and totally devoid of defiance; to the contrary, if she didn’t know any better, he seemed to be resigned to and even ... accepting? ... of his fate.

Okay, this is just too good to be true, she thought excitedly. I mean, I knew he was a shy little guy, but I had no idea he’d give in so quickly.

Oh come on, Marie, go for it, an urgent voice whispered in her head. You know this will be fun!

Snapping on a pair of pink rubber gloves with the efficiency of a trained nurse, the eager woman ran some warm water over the washcloth and used a bar of her favorite perfumed soap to work up a good lather. She then bent over and spread her son’s buttcheeks wide apart with one hand and grinned.

“All right, let’s see what we’re dealing with here,” she sang in a happy-go-lucky tone of voice.

Being a mother of a teenager who sorted more than her share of filthy little boy laundry, Marie Walton fully expected to see a butthole that needed cleaning; imagine her surprise and delight, however, when she gazed downward and saw that the little pink aperture that winked up at her was spic and span and as clean as a whistle!

Well, isn’t that interesting? His undies are usually so nasty, both the front and the back. So how come he’s this clean so late in the day? I wonder ... did he take a shower since he got home?

She ran her hand over Jeffrey’s bottom, raised an eyebrow ... and then leaned in close and gave the plump, soft derriere a sniff.

Hmmm ... that smells like ... soap? She gave it another sniff, then frowned. No, that’s not soap.

Is that ... my favorite bath oil ...?

“Mom! Stop sniffing my butt! This is bad enough as it is! Please, stop being gross!”

Marie had to laugh. After all, the situation was pretty weird, a full-grown woman smelling her teenaged son’s bottom. Still, in her mind he was still her baby boy; it wasn’t that long ago that she’d changed his diapers and wiped his poopy bottom, so in a way this wasn’t all that strange to her. Or so she told herself.

“Oh hush up, Jeffrey!” she said in mock sternness. “I’m just making sure your nasty butt is nice and clean. It seems like somebody beat me to it. Did you take a shower when you got home? You smell awful good.”

The teenager hesitated just long enough to let her know that he was about to tell a lie.

“Um, well ... no. I ... I just t-t-took one th-th-this ... this m-m-morning. Just like ... like ... usual.”

Marie raised a skeptical eyebrow. It was obvious he was lying, but why? And about taking a shower? That didn’t make any sense. She leaned down and sniffed her son’s bottom one more time.

“Um-hmmm ... are you sure about that? How come your bottom smells like my bath oil? Hmm? Hmmm?”

Jeffrey glanced up at his mother through the mirror, his eyes darting nervously about and his lower lip tucked in between his teeth, looking the very definition of guilt. He clearly had something on his mind, something he did not want to share.

“Um, I dunno. I just ... uuuummmm ... I dunno.”

“Look, it’s all right if you want to share my smell good stuff, sweetheart. I don’t care. But there’s no need to lie about it. There’s no need to lie about anything, okay?”

“Um, okay.”

“You still didn’t answer my question. Did you take a shower since you got home? I’m not mad, honey. I just want to know what’s going on, that’s all.”

Jeffrey squeezed his eyes shut and shook his head. “No Mama, I didn’t take a shower or a bath or anything ... since I got home. I promise I didn’t!”

“Okay, well then, why is your butt so clean? And why does it smell so good?” Marie bent over and made another dramatic show of sniffing the child’s pale, plump bottom. “Mmmm, it smells just like my fancy bath oil. Why is that, Jeffrey? Hmm? Hmmm? You’re not hiding anything from me, are you? Come on, tell the truth.”

“Mom! Stop sniffing my butt!” the horrified boy shouted. “I didn’t take a shower! And I didn’t mess with your bath stuff! I really didn’t. I promise!”

“Fine. Whatever you say. But there’s something going on here. I can tell when you’re lying and you’re doing it right now. I’ll figure out what it is and when I do ... well, you know how I feel about lying.”

The blushing boy nodded, then buried his head in his hands. “Please ... Mom, I’m not lying! I promise, I’m not!”

Shaking her head, the pretty woman knew Jeffrey was lying through his teeth, but she shrugged off the matter. She had more important things on her mind at the moment.

Marie proceeded to soap up her son’s bare butt and give it a good scrubbing. Yes, it was already spotlessly clean, but it didn’t hurt to be careful; and besides, she had her mind set on doing it anyway, if for no other reason than to embarrass her son as much as possible.

“Mmmmmm-hmmmmm, I used to do this all the time when you were a little baby,” she sang happily. “You were so cute then. You’d squirm around and giggle and laugh. You were such a happy baby. You’re not giggling or laughing much right now, are you? What’s the matter, aren’t you a happy baby now?”

“Mom, please ... this is ... embarrassing enough as it is,” whined the blushing boy.

“Then you should have thought about that before you lied to me about jacking off.”

Marie smiled as she rinsed out the cloth with warm water and went through the process again, this time washing away most of the soapy bubbles. It was surprising how much fun she was having; she couldn’t help giving the little winking butthole a bit of extra attention, digging into the tender flesh with the rough terrycloth.

“Mom ... please ... do you have to do that? It feels ... weird.”

The happy woman chuckled. “Sweetie, if you think that feels weird, you ain’t seen nothin’ yet!”

Finishing up, Marie hung the washcloth on the shower curtain and smiled down at the inviting bottom before her. She glanced at the dressing mirror to see Jeffrey’s worried face staring back at her.

“Now, where were we ...? Oh yeah, we’re taking the baby’s temperature, aren’t we?” She opened the jar of petroleum jelly, dipped in her middle finger and waved the dollop of amber before the naked child’s wide, wonder-filled eyes.

“Okay now, darling, don’t move,” she sang as she spread the chubby cheeks apart, exposing the bright pink puckered hole. “This might feel a little cold at first ....”

A thrill surged through Marie Walton’s soul as she pressed her finger against the soft, warm sphincter. Jeffrey gave a little gasp, which made her smile. She decided to have a little fun, tracing a circle around the puckered aperture with her fingertip and smearing the petroleum jelly liberally about. The nervous lad squirmed and wiggled as she teased him and he raised quite the fuss.

“EW!!! Mom!!!” the surprised lad squealed. “Please don’t do that! It’s ... it just ... weird ....”

The grinning woman gave a hard slap on one of Jeffrey’s chubby pale buttcheeks.

“Don’t talk to me about being weird,” she scolded playfully. “I’m not the one who got caught jacking off! And I’m certainly not the one who goes around fibbing to his mother, am I? Now hush up or I’ll give you something to really cry about!”

Once again Marie pressed her goop-covered finger carefully against the puckered flesh, taking her time, nice and slow; she was in no hurry for any of this to end. She sucked in her breath as the tip slowly and easily slid into her son’s rectum; the sensation of his young anal muscles gripping tight around her finger was enough to give her a sudden buzz of joy.

Oh wow, she thought with surprise. What a wonderful feeling! That is ... simply amazing!

Encouraged by her progress so far, the excited woman pulled her finger out – just a bit – let it linger for a moment, and then she slid it back in again. And again, she reveled in the feeling of her finger being held tight; it was as though her son was trying to hold her finger tight with his bottom muscles and not let go, as if he didn’t want it to leave. She repeated the move several times, enough to elicit a soft, submissive moaning from the helpless boy.

“Oh gosh oh gosh oh ... *gasp!* ... gosh,” Jeffrey whispered. “Oh ... my ... *gasp!* ... gosh ... *gasp!* ... Mom! Uuuuuuhhhhh ... oh Mama! Please, that ... that ... hurts ....”

“Stop being so dramatic,” she teased. “That doesn’t hurt and you know it. It probably feels fantastic, but you’re too contrary to admit it.”

“No! It hurts! Please Mom ... Mama ... take it out ... pleeeeeeeasssssse!!!”

Marie had to grin at both Jeffrey’s reaction and the ridiculousness of their situation; if someone had told her at the beginning of her day that she’d be poking around inside her teenaged son’s bottom with her finger, she would have laughed. But now that it was happening, well, she still had to laugh; but now that it was happening, she felt giddy, almost drunk. It all seemed so absurd, so surreal, almost like it wasn’t actually happening.

The bemused woman took a deep breath and did her best to not laugh out loud any more than she had to; she tried instead to act like the stern mother. “Oh, don’t be such a crybaby, Jeffrey! I’m not hurting you and you know it. Stop lying to me! Now stand still while I get you all lubed up for the thermometer.”

She then gave the plump, jiggling buttcheeks another sharp slap; she smiled to see the pink imprint of her hand on the white flesh. “Nuh-uh-uh! Stop squirming so much! I said for you to stand still and I mean it!”

“Ow! Mom, that really hurt this time! Please stop hurting me!”

Marie chuckled as she once again slid her finger inside her son’s butthole; this time she didn’t pull out, choosing instead to see just how far she could go. She shouldn’t be enjoying this quite so much, but the truth was, she was having the time of her life!

Oh goddammit Marie! Now you’re finger-fucking your own son! You wicked, wicked woman, you ....

Despite an annoying twinge of guilt, Marie couldn’t help but smile as she continued to finger Jeffrey’s virgin hole. It was so invigorating to see her little liar become compliant as she pressed past his sphincter and into his anal cavity. He’d developed an attitude since turning into a teenager, but at this very moment in time he was obedient to the point of ridiculousness; it was as though her finger up his ass had flipped a switch and put him into “submissive mode.” The surge of authority that swept through her was intoxicating, making her dizzy with lust and power.

“Oh ... ooooohhh ... gosh,” the alarmed lad whispered. “Mom ... Mommy ... Mamaaaaa ... p-p-please ... that feels so ... so ... weird.”

“It feels weird, huh? I think the word you’re looking for is ‘fantastic.’ I don’t know what it is with you men and boys, but you all love having your bottoms poked.”

“MOM!!! Ew, that’s gross!”

Truth be told, Marie was probably a bit more vindictive in her efforts than she intended. As she probed and prodded around inside her son’s butthole, she thought about how he blatantly lied to her about masturbating, how he’d been so sneaky and secretive in hiding his dirty little habit. And, of course, that only reminded her of how his father had been, always so dishonest in their relationship, constantly trying to deceive her about his faithlessness and perversions. She thought all that ended with the divorce, but now ... to find out her son was following in his father’s footsteps ... that had to end and it had to end now.

“Lie to me about jacking off, will you, little boy,” Marie Walton sang happily as she twirled her finger around and around inside her son’s bottom. “And then you lie about me hurting your poor little butthole. I don’t care if you think you’re all grown up, you’re still my responsibility. It’s time you learned to not lie to your mama.”

She pressed her finger up as far as it could go, and then she gave it a little extra twirl to make her point.

“All I have to do is wrap you around my finger ... you’ll learn your lesson ....”

“Oh gosh! Oh gosh!” Jeffrey wheezed and panted under her manipulations. “Oh gosh ... *gasp!* ... Mo-ooom! Mama ... oh ... my ... *gasp!* ... gosh! Please be ... be careful. It s-s-still ... still ... WOW!!!”

“So now it’s wow, huh?” Marie gave the little pink hole another spirited twirl, making sure the tip of her finger rubbed against as much of the inner flesh as possible. “See, that feels nice, doesn’t it? Doesn’t that feel good? Hmm? Hmmm?”

There was a pause in the conversation – if you want to call it that – as Jeffrey fought to catch his breath.

“Mama ... please ... *gasp!* Oh my gosh ... it t-t-tickles ... *gasp!* ... Oh gosh! Mamaaaaa!!!”

“It tickles, huh?” Marie grinned knowingly. “Does it feel as good as jacking off? Hmm? Hmmm?”

“I dunno,” the breathless lad gasped. “Um ... well ... maybeeeeee ....”

Encouraged by her son’s comment, Marie left her finger inside his bottom a little bit longer, just for the fun of it. She made sure to spread the petroleum jelly about thoroughly, probing and massaging the tight, young anus with vigor, wiggling her finger around and around, tugging up and down and left and right and going as deep as his rectum was long. While she worked she never took her eyes off the cherubic face in the mirror. The range of expressions he went through was amazing, going from fear to surprise to worry ... followed by a dreamlike rolling of the eyes ... and yes, that reluctant but inevitable smile.

Hmmm ... the little rascal is enjoying this almost as much as I am, she thought glibly. By the time I’m done the poor child will be so confused, he won’t know which way is up. Well, except for his butt pointing up, that is.

“See? This isn’t so bad,” Marie cooed. “It feels kind of good, doesn’t it, honey bunny?”

“Umm ... hmmm ....” the panting boy replied. “I ... um ... *gasp!* ... I g-g-guess ... soooooo ....”

“You guess so, huh? Maybe Mama ought to do this more often, hmmm?”

There was no verbal reply, but Marie noted happily that Jeffrey was nodding his head and breathing quite heavily as she gave him one final waggle with her finger.

“OH ... *gasp!* ... GOSH! ... *gasp!* ... MAMA!!!” the affected lad cried out. “Yikes!”

“There, that ought to do it.” She suddenly pulled out her gloved finger and wiped it clean with a tissue. “Now let’s take that temperature!”

“We ... we’re not done yet?” Jeffrey buried his face in his hands and whispered, “Mom ... geez ... this is just awful! Not anymore, please? It ... it’s so embarrassing!”

“Oh, you big baby!” Marie playfully slapped her son on the bottom. She then spread his cheeks one more time, grinning at the fleshy pink orifice that greeted her. “We used to do this all the time when you were little. You didn’t complain nearly as much back then.”

“That’s because ... because I ... I d-d-didn’t know any ... b-b-better,” the anxious boy whined. “It ... it ... it’s humiliating!”

“Sooooo, are you saying you don’t like Mama playing with your butt?”

Jeffrey frowned. “No, I don’t!”

“Oh really?” Marie grabbed Jeffrey by the shoulder and forced him to stand upright. She nodded at his penis, which was sticking out straight and hard. A string of clear, sticky fluid leaked from the shiny pink tip. “Then how do you explain that?”

She reached down and tickled the taut organ just under the edge of its little mushroom-shaped head; she had to laugh as Jeffrey nearly jumped out of skin at the sudden touch against his privates.

“MOM! Please don’t do that! Don’t touch it! It ... it might ....”

“It? What it?” Marie raised an eyebrow. “You mean your little dickie-wickie? It might do something? Like what?”

The naked youngster lowered his eyes. “No- ... nothing ....” he squeaked. “Nevermind.”

The grinning woman ignored her son’s complaint. She studied the cardboard box marked “rectal thermometer” for a moment and then removed the shiny little glass rod.

“Okay, big boy, bend back down and spread your pretty legs and open wide!” Marie felt her heart race as she placed her hands on Jeffrey’s bottom and pulled his cheeks apart, once again exposing the puckered aperture to view. “That’s it ... Open wide for Mama! Okay, here comes the thermometer!”

The actual taking of the temperature was not nearly as dramatic as sticking her finger in her son’s bottom. After all, it was just a tiny thermometer. Once the little glass rod was in place was nothing to do but wait.

“There, that’s not so bad, is it?”

“I ... I dunno. I guess not.” The weary youngster sighed. “How long do I have to stay like this?”

Marie grinned. “Well, it’s going to be a while before we can take it out. You just stay here while Mama goes and changes clothes.”

The naked lad looked up at her through the mirror, his eyes wide with worry. “Where are you going? You’re not really leaving me like this, are you? Please, Mom ... please, don’t leave me like this!”

He started to stand up straight, but Marie was quick to put her hand on his back and force him back down.

“Nuh uh-uh! Stay bent over, you silly thing. I won’t be but a minute. Don’t you dare stand up, okay? You don’t want that thing breaking off inside your butt, do you?”

Jeffrey looked horrified at the thought of a piece of sharp glass up his bottom; he quickly bent back down over the vanity, his face nearly planted against the mirror. Of course, Marie knew he was in no real danger, but he didn’t seem to realize that.

What he doesn’t know wouldn’t hurt him, she thought as she left the room. Best he have something to worry about, just to keep him in his place.


To be continued ...?