By NAMB
Copyright 2015 by NAMB all rights reserved
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Fiona’s Mom
The girls’ monopoly on rubber ball masturbation eventually came to an
end. With as widespread as the practice had become, it was only a
matter of time before some adult found out about it.
Mrs. Johnson’s tennis coach canceled on her at the last minute, so she
was coming home a lot earlier than expected. She decided to take
advantage of the time and dropped her car off at the garage near her
house to have it inspected.
“Do you want a ride home, Mrs. Johnson?” The cashier asked.
“Oh no, it’s a nice day. Besides I got cheated out of my exercise on
the tennis court.” She walked the couple of blocks home briskly.
Meanwhile in her basement, her children were having a party.
“Oh, I like that song. Turn it up, Ginny”
“Sure thing, Fiona,” her kid sister replied.
“Wanna dance, Jason?” The older girl asked her brother.
“Yeah, sure,” the naked boy replied, “right after you do me with the ball.”
“In due time, big brother. In due time. But first we dance because I want to.”
Fiona actually made her brother dance with her twice and her sister
once. She was eager to masturbate him, but enforced the delay because
she could. It was her choice to determine when her brother got off.
Besides dancing got his anxious penis waving and gyrating in a most
interesting way.
The loud music, the fact that Mrs.
Johnson arrived on foot in her tennis shoes without the tell-tale sound
of the car; those things could explain why the kids never heard her
coming.
“What is that racket?” she thought as she
entered the house. She went down the stairs to tell the kids to turn it
down. What she found surprised her. There stood her 14-year-old son,
naked as the day he was born with his hands on his head. In front of
him was her 12-year-old daughter rubbing a ball against his erect
penis. Off to the side was her 10-year-old daughter totally wrapped up
with what her older sister was doing to their big brother.
The kids were so enrapt with what they were doing, they didn’t see her there.
She stood there for nearly a minute not believing what she was seeing
before walking over and turning off the music. The kids were so
shocked, they froze in position. Jason didn’t even move his hands from
his head to cover himself. “What is the meaning of this? What’s going
on here?” she asked.
Laura Wilson was so flummoxed,
she didn’t know what to say. “Fiona, give me that ball … Wait a minute,
I don’t want to touch it. Put it in the bowl on the table. What were
you doing with it? Never mind. All of you to your rooms now.”
With the kids off to their rooms, she tried to piece together what she
had witnessed. Surely children still played “show me yours and I’ll
show you mine;” but that was an activity mostly for pre-schoolers.
Those activities spawned from simple curiosity.
This
was obviously a sexual situation. But why was Jason the only one naked
while his two sisters were fully dressed? Did he lose some sort of a
bet? Did the girls have incriminating evidence on him and were they
blackmailing him? Yet there was something about her girls apparently in
control of their older brother that excited her.
A
part of her just wanted to lecture her children and tell them not to do
it again. That would have been the quickest and least painful way to
deal with the situation.
But the other part of her
was curious. It was a curiosity she hadn’t experienced since she was a
schoolgirl herself. She decided that she not only wanted to know what
they were doing, but why they were doing it.
Later that afternoon she talked to them one by one.
First she went to Fiona. “What was that you were doing to your brother?” she asked her older daughter.
“I was just balling him.”
“Balling him?”
“Yeah, making him cum.”
“With a rubber ball?”
“Oh mom, all the girls and boys are doing it.”
“Who are ‘all the girls?’ Anyone I know?”
“Gee mom, just about everyone you know. Gina does it, Carol does it,
Becky does it, Sarah does it, even Teresa does it,” she said, ticking
off her female cousins. “And of course, Ginny,” implicating her younger
sister.
“And the boys?”
Fiona laughed, “There isn’t a penis in this family under the age of 16 that I haven’t seen.”
Laura thought, “All her male cousins are under 16” but she asked, “Even Gary?”
“Gary the Gay?”
“You know about that?”
“Sure, mom. It’s not a big deal.
Look, just because a boy is gay doesn’t mean that he can’t like being
balled. A penis is a penis whether the boy is gay or straight. They all
work the same way.
Gary doesn’t care if a girl does
this to him. He likes it just the same. He even invites his boyfriend
sometimes. I think they get hard just seeing the other boys naked.”
“Other boys?”
“Sure mom. A lot of times when we do this, we get together and have a
party. It gives us girls a chance to compare techniques. Sometimes we
play games. It’s a lot of fun.”
“Why do you think you have the right to do this to the boys?”
“It’s not ‘to’ the boys, mom. It’s ‘with’ the boys. They like it as
much as we do. We girls don’t have penises that need looking after. The
boys do. We girls know how to take care of that. It’s a natural fit.”
“Just how did you learn to do this?”
“Remember last summer when we were all up at the lake with the Reeds?”
“Yes.”
“And you adults had that party where you all got drunk?”
Mrs. Johnson nodded.
“Well, you probably didn’t notice that one of the six-packs was
missing. I had a can, Sarah had one and Jason had the rest. Jason was
just tipsy enough to try anything. So Sarah made him get undressed and
did him. She showed me and Ginny how to do it too.”
“Did she tell you where she found out?”
“I don’t know, probably from some other girls. She’s done all our boy
cousins too. Anyway, Ginny and me and her did Jason every day while we
were there. Jason really liked it. He fell in love with it and we’ve
been doing it almost every day since.”
“And the boys let you do this?”
“Let us? They beg for us to do it. It makes them feel so good that they
can’t even do themselves. They’ll do anything to have us ball them. Why
do you think Jason treats Ginny and me so nice and is so eager to do
our chores? It’s not because he’s a nice guy. It’s because he knows if
he crosses us, we don’t ball him.
You have to admit
mom, Jason’s been a lot better behaved around the house for the last
year. Ginny and I make sure he does all his chores, including a couple
of ours when we can get away with it.”
“And Jason is OK with this?”
“Mom, he gets naked as soon as you leave the house hoping that Ginny or
I will do him. We don’t even have to ask him anymore. He just does it
even when we have friends over.”
“Your friends see him?”
“Well, not all of them, but most of the girls I hang out with are into
this. When I’m over their houses we do the same things with their
brothers too. If Jason wants to get balled, he has to be nice to my
friends as well. That means if I tell him to let them ball him, he lets
them ball him.
The other girls let Ginny and me ball their brothers. It’s fun swapping boys.”
Mrs. Johnson sat there in silence. Then she called her younger daughter in.
“Ginny, your sister tells me that you’ve been doing this with Jason for almost a year.”
“Yes.”
“Do you do it with other boys?”
“Oh all us girls do all the boys. We have a club at school. Almost
every girl is a member and I can’t think of a boy we haven’t balled. Of
course I do Jason and other the boys in our family.”
“Why?”
“Because it’s fun. I like doing it. I like watching other girls do it,
too. It makes me feel good to see girls in charge of boys; it makes me
feel good about being a girl. And they boys are nice to us if we do
it.”
“Don’t you feel guilty about it?”
“Why? Nobody gets hurt. The boys like it when we ball them and we girls
don’t have to do anything. It’s just like any other games we play with
a ball.”
Laura was shocked by how matter-of-factly
her girls were taking to male nudity and male masturbation. She had
never even seen her husband masturbate, much less masturbated him
herself.
In a sense, she felt a little better. At
least the girls were not being traumatized by these events. She
wondered about her son; after all, he was the “victim.” Finally, she
called Jason in.
“Jason, what have you to say?”
“I’m sorry mom.”
“What were you thinking about? First you get naked in front of the
girls, your kid sisters even. And then you let them touch you there.
And then you … you … ejaculate for them?”
“I can’t help it mom. You don’t understand, you’re not a boy. You don’t get hard-ons that won’t go away.”
“Why don’t you do it the old-fashioned way: masturbate? But do it alone. In private.”
“I used to do that mom, but it doesn’t work anymore.”
“What do you mean by ‘doesn’t work?’”
“I mean I pull on it and it feels OK when I am doing it, but when my
stuff comes out, it doesn’t feel as good as when the girls do it. When
the girls do me with the ball, they get me hard almost instantly and
get me feeling good almost instantly.”
“So they make you cum faster?”
“Not at all. They keep me going for, oh I don’t know how long, but it’s a long time.”
“And you are hard the entire time?”
“Hard and dripping and ready to cum as soon as they want me to. Mom, I
tell you, you don’t know what it’s like. It’s like you’re almost
orgasming but you’re not. The girls can keep me on the edge until I go
out of my mind and when they push me over, it’s mind-blowing. I cum
hard shooting my stuff all over the place and there’s so much of it.
I can’t do anything like that on my own.”
Fiona spoke up, “What’s the problem here, mom. It isn’t like were
having sex or anything. Nobody’s gonna get pregnant and nobody’s gonna
get a disease. In fact, we girls don’t even get undressed. The girls
have fun. The boys have fun and nobody gets hurt.”
“I don’t know. I’ll have to think about this.”
Later that evening, Fiona went looking for her ball. It needed to be
washed since it had her brother’s precum all over it. She couldn’t find
it, so she went looking for her brother. She found him in his room.
“I’m surprised you remembered to wash the ball with mom breaking in on us and all. What did you do with it?”
“I didn’t do anything with it. Last time I saw it, it was in your hand on the end of my penis.”
“That’s odd, I distinctly remember placing it in the bowl on the end table in the playroom. I just looked there. It’s gone.”
“Maybe mom took it because she doesn’t want us doing this anymore.”
“That doesn’t make sense. we can always buy another ball.”
-=o=-
In the Johnson bedroom Laura Johnson and her husband Ted were getting ready for bed.
“Ted, I’d like to try an experiment with you.”
“What kind of experiment?”
“A sex kind of experiment.
“I’m up for that,” he said, laughing at his own pun.
“I’d like to try something with you on making you last longer when we have sex.”
“Say, this isn’t one of those silly things you read in some women’s magazine, is it?”
“Promise not to laugh?” Laura asked as she pulled her daughter’s rubber ball out of the drawer in the nightstand by the bed.
Ted laughed, “What are we going to do? Play stickball?”
Laura laughed back, “In a manner of speaking, yes. You just lay there on your back and let me do all the work.”
Laura really didn’t know what to do. She felt reluctant to be in
command in the bedroom, but it also gave her a thrill. In spite of her
little-girl-like shyness, she pressed on. After all, if her daughters
could be so confident, so could she.
She just
experimented with various rubbing techniques trying to emulate what she
thought she saw her daughter doing. At first, Ted flinched as she
touched the rubber ball to his penis, but after a while he either got
used to it, or she got better doing it.
Laura knew
she was onto something as Ted started purring with pleasure and leaking
precum. He started to hump and moved his hands towards his crotch. She
had to swat them away and demanded, “Stop that! Let me finish this. Put
your hands under your butt and lay on them so you won’t be tempted.”
Laura was surprised by the firmness of her command. It gave her a funny
feeling inside to be in so much control in bed. It was a new experience
for her and she liked it.
Although she was a novice
at this method of masturbation, she nonetheless had her husband panting
and grunting as she played the ball against his penis. Almost
immediately, he started dripping. She kept rubbing. Soon, he exploded
with cum. She had felt Ted cum in her on numerous occasions, but she
had never actually seen an ejaculation before, so she wasn’t sure if
this violent eruption was normal.
Seeing him cum at
her command; knowing that she caused it and there was nothing he could
do about it, lit a fire inside her. She began to see what her daughters
and other girls saw in this. They weren’t just doing it for the boys;
they were also doing it for themselves.
Ted lay there
with a pool of cum over his chest and stomach panting. It took him
several minutes to recover. “Gee, honey, that was great. Where did you
learn how to do that?”
“Let’s just say that you don’t want to know.”
“OK by me, can we do it again sometime?”
Laura knew he was already addicted. She simply smiled and said, “We’ll see.”
=-o=-
The next morning Laura knocked on her daughter’s door. “Fiona, can I talk to you?”
“Sure mom, come on in.”
Laura came in shutting the door behind her.
“What’s this all about?” Fiona asked.
“Well, it’s about this thing you do with the rubber ball.”
“Oh mom, I thought we had that discussion already.”
“Oh no, it’s not like that at all. I’m convinced it’s harmless; just
don’t let somebody else catch you doing it. Besides, if you and your
sister have Jason’s penis under control, then he’s not going to get in
trouble with it somewhere else. And you are right. He has been a much
better behaved boy since your sister and you have been doing him.”
“OK, then what did you want to talk about?”
“I need you to keep this a secret, OK?”
“Sure mom.”
“Well, I tried it last night on your father and it didn’t work.”
“Um, like mom, it’s nice that you and dad still do it, but I don’t want to know about it. It’s kind of weird.”
“Look, let’s call a mother-daughter truce here for a moment. Forget for
a moment that I’m your mother. I’ve always been honest with you about
sex. I answered all your questions truthfully. I always told you and
your sister the things you need to know. I felt it was my duty as a
mother to pass on my knowledge.
Now you know
something I don’t know. I’ve heard about male masturbation, but never
really seen it. I wouldn’t know how to do it if I tried. In fact, I did
try and I failed. I don’t do it as good as you and your sister,
apparently.
I had no idea of masturbation’s potential
for penis control; how girls can use a boy’s urge to get it off to
control him. I want to learn how to do that.
Let’s agree to respect the privacy of each other’s sex lives, but I need some information: woman-to-woman.”
“What kind of information?”
“What you do to make it work.”
“You didn’t make him cum?”
“Oh I did, but it happened so fast.”
“Mom, don’t feel so bad. That’s normal for a girl’s first time out,
especially if she doesn’t have more experienced girls around to coach
her. She either fails to make him cum or she makes him cum too quickly.
Even with an experienced girl, it happens a lot with a strange boy she
had never done before.
Take Jason for example.
Jason’s sort of a moderate touch; that is, you can’t rub him too
lightly or you won’t tease him enough or you can’t rub him too hard or
you will shoot him early. Each boy is different, and a girl has to take
her time to learn how to play with him. Ginny and I didn’t get it right
the first couple of times we balled him.
It takes a lot of practice.”
“Jason says you take a long time to make him cum; obviously there’s a trick to this. Could you tell me what it is?”
“It would be better if I showed you.”
“What?”
“Look, Jason’s about as horny as he gets. We started something
yesterday, and we got interrupted. He needs to cum or he’ll go crazy.
Actually if Ginny or I don’t do him soon, he’ll probably find another
girl to do him.
He is free to do that. He’s not
blacklisted. A boy who doesn’t behave is blacklisted and none of us
girls will do him. We girls stick together on that. Jason likes me or
Ginny doing him because we’re convenient and we probably know his penis
better than any other girl.”
“I can’t touch Jason. It would be like incest.”
“If we can have this conversation ‘woman-to-woman’ as you said, then
trust me as a woman on this one. I went over this with you yesterday,”
Fiona said. “It’s only masturbation. In fact for the girl it’s even
less than that. She’s just having fun. I mean it’s great to make a boy
squirt and all that, but the real fun is that the boys do what us girls
tell them. So the ball is just sort of a means to an end. The real fun
is that us girls tell the boys what to do and they do it – even when
they are dressed.
Look at it this way, mom, hasn’t Jason been the perfect son over the last year?”
“Well, yes.”
“And that’s because Ginny and I have been balling him. That’s the kind
of control you can get over any boy. I know you and dad have been
concerned over Jason’s grades. We can hold off on balling him until
he’s done his homework and his studying. Just let us know if there is
anything else you want us to help you out with Jason.
You can probably do the same kind of behavior modification with dad.
You’ll just have to get over your queasiness if you want to exercise
your power as a girl.”
Laura recalled the feelings
she had last night when she made Ted cum. They were definitely worth
having again, and she put aside her natural inhibitions. “OK, I’ll do
it. Just this one time, until I learn.”
“One lesson is usually enough. It won’t make you an expert, but with practice, you can become a masturbation queen.”
Fiona let that set in with her mom and then continued, “Well, normally
we let the new girl hold the boy’s penis for the first time as her
instructor shows her how to do it, then after he’s recovered, we let
her try it.”
“Do you think Jason will do it?
Fiona laughed, “To get it off at the hand of his talented sister, he’d
do it in front of a whole girl scout troop. He’s already done it with
as many as ten girls and boys watching.”
“I suppose we can call him in here.”
“We normally do it in the playroom. It’s more comfortable there.”
“But it’s more private here. I mean your sister …”
“Mom, Ginny does him too, remember?”
“It’s just that she’s so young. I have a difficult time thinking of her other than as a little girl.”
“She’s been doing it for a year.”
“I suppose you’re right. She does seem to be quite mature for her age.”
“Balling is a serious responsibility. It’s a lot of fun, but we girls
don’t take it lightly. We don’t want to hurt the boys. We feel
responsible for their well-being.”
“So how do you determine who gets to masturbate your brother?”
“We generally take turns. It just happens to be my turn. Besides, Ginny
loves to watch. She probably has more pictures and videos of me doing
him than I do of her doing him.”
“Oh, OK, I guess.”
Fiona got up and walked down the hall, she opened her brother’s door
and said, “Get undressed, I’m going to show mom how I ball you. Meet me
downstairs in the playroom.”
Her sister hearing the call, was already in the hall.
Fiona turned to her mom. “I think you have my ball. Where is it?”
“In my bedroom. I’ll get it.” By the time she got back, Jason was in the hall, naked.
Fiona took Jason’s penis in her hand and led him down the steps to the
playroom. Laura delighted in the significance of that act. She thought,
“How appropriate, women have been leading men around by their penises
since the time of Eve.”
Once down in the playroom, Fiona
gave the order, “Jason, stand here.” Jason did so without hesitation
and instantly put his hands on his head.
Fiona
explained, “For some boys, you have to tie their hands behind their
backs so they don’t interfere. Boys literally can’t wait for us to
finish and sometimes break away and try to take things into their own
hands, so to speak. So we have to tie them up. We had to do this with
Jason when we first started. He’s better trained now and keeps his
hands on his head.
For boys who aren’t as well
trained, we girls carry tie wraps to lash boys’ thumbs together behind
their backs. The tie wraps are only a couple of inches long, fit in
your purse or pocket and they are very effective.”
Fiona put her hand in the pocket of her shorts and pulled out a few. “I
don’t leave home without them.” She repocketed them and continued her
lesson, “Mom, stand in front of him and hold his penis like this.”
Laura took her son’s penis as her daughter showed him although she
seemed reluctant to touch it. She giggled, “The last time I touched
this, you were still too young to bathe yourself. I don’t think I’ve
seen it since you were about 6. It’s certainly gotten a lot bigger
since then.”
Jason blushed, realizing that it was his mother who was now holding his penis.
She noticed and asked, “Is this uncomfortable for you? Doesn’t it bother you to be naked in front of the girls?”
“It used to, but getting balled feels so good, it’s worth it. Sometimes
when I’m with new girls I feel a little funny, but I get used to it.
It’s OK if you touch me. I’ve been used to train other girls before.
Fiona trained Carol how to do it, and Ginny used me to train a couple
of her classmates.”
“Just how many girls have you done this with?”
“32.”
“32? So precise. How do you know?”
“I have my signature ball. Every boy has a signature ball. The first
time a girl does him, he gets her to sign his ball. Us guys compare
balls to see who has the most signatures or who has the hottest girls.
Do you want to see mine? Ohmigod, you’ll have to sign it. I don’t think
any other boy has his mom’s signature on his ball.”
Fiona fielded this one, “I think we need to keep this a family secret.
Mom, just use your first name; most girls do. Nobody will know who that
is. If anyone asks, we’ll just say that Laura is a friend of the
family.”
Turning to her daughters Laura asked, “And what about you girls? Do you have a ball to keep track of how many boys you did?”
“Well us girls are anxious to get our names on as many balls as we can
and I imagine most girls keep track in their diaries. I use a
spreadsheet. At a sleepover at Barbara Dawson’s house, one of the girls
had it. She said her sister’s boyfriend is a computer whiz and she made
him make it up for her.
It’s really neat. You put the
boys’ initials and name and date of birth on one page. Then when you do
a boy, you enter in the date and the initials and how many times you
did him that day and it does the rest. It looks up the boy’s name and
even computes how old he is. For example, when we first started doing
Jason, it said he was 13. Now it shows 14.
And it has
a chart that shows when you do boys and the cumulative total and
another one showing the boys you’ve done and how many times you did
them.
It’s really cool. Want to see it?”
“I’m sure it is. Maybe some other time,” Laura said. She was interested
in seeing how active her daughter was and who she was doing but she had
other things to think about today.
“Speaking of
14-year-olds,” Laura asked, “how come Jason doesn’t have any hair
there? He’s 14 years old. He should have hair,” she asked Fiona even
though Jason was capable of answering the question himself. It just
seemed natural to ask her daughter since she seemed to be so much in
charge.
“Some of the girls like their boys bald. I
do. So does Penelope Scott. I think Jason likes her. He’s always hard
around her and he’s trying to get her to ball him every chance he gets.
The day she signed his ball, you think he was in heaven. If I know they
are going to be together, I back off and let her do him.”
Turning to Jason, Laura asked, “I see. I notice you’ve been dating her
a lot. She’s a cute girl. Is this what you do on your dates?”
Jason just hung his head.
“Don’t get me wrong, Jason. As I told your sister, if you’re doing this
with her, then you’re not doing something else. Penelope’s 13 and
perfectly capable of getting pregnant. So, I think this is a good idea.
Also, Fiona tells me this is the reason you are nice to her and Ginny.
I imagine this sort of thing makes you polite with other girls. That’s
a good trait for a boy to have.”
“In theory, any girl
can do any boy, but if a girl is particularly sweet on a boy, we sort
of let her have her way with him.” Fiona continued.
Fiona started her lesson. “Now to make this work, you need to have the
boy erected. As you can see, that’s not a problem with Jason. Now that
he knows what to expect, he gets hard immediately. I guess it’s kind of
like Pavlov and his dogs.
However, if you have to,
you can simply bat the penis around with the ball for a little bit like
this and it will get hard. You sometimes have to do that with a new boy
until he’s ‘conditioned.’ After a while, the boys get so excited, that
they are completely hard before they get out of their pants.”
Jason was, of course erected, so Fiona went on, “Hold the ball in the
palm of your hand like this and cradle it with your fingers and put it
under the penis like so. Then move your hand back and forth with a
circular motion allowing it to rub on the underside of the penis.
You sort of roll it around under the head of his penis like this. It
rolls around but there’s just a little resistance. The textured rubber
surface on the ball tickles it and that’s what makes it work.”
This was not at all the technique Laura had envisioned.
By this time Jason was getting onto the plateau. He produced a drop of
precum. Fiona squeezed the head of his penis to make the drop come out
completely, wiped it off on the ball and held the ball up to Jason’s
face.
Jason licked and sucked the ball clean.
“Ew, yuck!” Laura exclaimed, “That’s gross and it’s dirty.”
“It isn’t gross and it isn’t dirty. It’s a clean ball and he can’t
catch anything he doesn’t already have. Besides men want women to take
it, so what’s wrong with swallowing a little precum? Besides, it’s a
necessary part of the process. When he leaks, it’s a sign he’s getting
excited. It means you have to back off a bit or you may make him cum
prematurely. You don’t want to make him cum until you decide.
Licking the ball interrupts the masturbation enough to bring him down
from the brink. It’s sort of like playing with a yo-yo, you bring him
up and down over and over. The more you bring him up and down, the
better he ejaculates. Boys like it when you keep them on the ball for a
long time.
So having him lick the ball serves a
couple of purposes: it cleans the ball so you can use it better. If
it’s too slippery it doesn’t work as well. It provides the necessary
‘break’ to keep him from cumming too soon. More importantly, it
enforces our female superiority over them.”
Laura
felt twinge in her crotch when she heard her daughter mention enforcing
her female superiority over her older brother and other boys. Up until
now she was buying into the idea because it was all about keeping boys
safe. She realized that there was more to it than that. It was about
establishing female supremacy. It was strange that she was learning
this from her daughters.
“Most boys don’t like
licking, but once you convince them that it’s necessary and they won’t
get it off unless they do it, they come around. Also, when they see
other boys doing it, they’re less hesitant. If you can get a boy to
lick the ball, you can get him to do anything you want.
There are even boys who lick the ball entirely clean after they cum all
over it. ‘Licker boys,’ as we call them, are really popular with us
girls and move up in masturbation ranking.”
“I say again, ‘Ew, yuck.’ Your brother doesn’t do that, does he?”
“He used to not do it, but he did it for Penelope and now he does it all the time.”
“What’s this about a masturbation ranking?”
“Well, that’s not an official thing. It’s not like we assign a number
to it. It’s just that some boys are more popular than others. A lot of
a boy’s popularity depends on how well he submits to what us girls tell
them to do and how well they obey, not only when being masturbated, but
at all times. Licker boys are very popular. It means they’ll do
anything a girl asks them.
Boys who lick up their
semen from the girls’ balls get balled first and more often and for
longer than boys who refuse to do it. The boys know it, and us girls
are pretty good about enforcing this rule. After a while, most of the
boys come around.
Jason used to not want to do it for
Ginny and me because we’d be the only one who see him. He doesn’t get a
lot of points with the other girls if he does it in private. A boy’s
popularity rating goes up if he does it in front of as many girls as
possible. He does it now because we told him we like it and it’s good
practice for him. Besides we go out of our way to tell the other girls
how well-behaved he is.”
“As many girls as possible? Just how many girls would that be?”
“Nancy Belk had 9 other girls over for her 11th
birthday sleepover. They saw her brother and her cousin do it. Or so
I’m told. That story gets bigger every time she tells it, but all the
other girls there back her up on that the boys did it.
And it’s not just the ball. Another time one boy shot his stuff all
over the hand of the girl who masturbated him and her leg and her
sneaker and some hit and the ground in front of her. He licked every
bit of it up. Needless to say, he’s her favorite and he is in great
demand with other girls as well.”
“You seem to know quite a bit about this.”
“I’ve ‘broken’ a couple of boys before. The hardest part is getting
them to let you do it at all for the first time. Boys are their own
worst enemies when it comes to that. Usually a boy hears about it from
another boy and just has to try it out.
Normally we
don’t do boys alone for the first time. Us girls conduct a breaking in
ceremony. We’ll usually set them up with another girl and boy. Once he
sees the other boy getting balled, it’s easier for him to join in.
There is no lack of boys. Once a boy is into this, he is keen to bring
other boys along. Recruiting a new boy helps them with their
masturbation rating. And of course it is fun for us girls so we’re
constantly bringing in sisters, cousins, classmates …”
All the while, Fiona kept Jason going as she talked casually to her
mom, stopping every minute or so to have him lick the ball clean.
“Wow, you’ve been at it for 15 minutes at least. And he’s still hard and he hasn’t cum. How long can you keep doing it?”
“You know Danny Peel? Well his sister and Ginny and I did him one day.
We got tired, but he didn’t. We would take turns keeping him hard and
dripping. We must have kept at it for two hours.”
“And he’s a horny teenager. Wow!”
“Usually 15 minutes to 30 minutes is enough.”
“How do you make him cum?”
“Oh, that’s easy. Just ignore the dripping. Once the ball gets slick
you can rub a little harder and faster.” As if on cue, Jason produced
another drop of precum. Instead of having him lick the ball, Fiona
grabbed the ball and smeared his precum on both the ball and his penis.
She also increased the tempo of her rubbing.”
Jason
stiffened and announced, “I’m cumming,”. About a second later he shot
his load. Laura, holding the base of his penis, could feel the fluid
pulsing through it. It was almost like a fire hose as she tried to hold
it steady for her daughter.
Fiona laughed, “We make
the boys tell us when they are cumming. It alerts the other girls so
they can watch. Also you have to be careful where you aim that thing
when you do this. You don’t want to be standing in front of it when it
goes off. Keep rubbing until nothing else comes out.”
Laura watched as her son produced jet after jet of cum. She was
surprised that he could do it for so long and shot it so far. As
impressive has Ted’s cum had been last night, this Jason’s cum was
nearly twice as large. She wondered whether it was because he was a
teenager or because of the special technique by which Fiona masturbated
him. She imagined what it would have felt like to have that much semen
pumped up inside her with such force.
“And that’s it?”
“Well, you do have to make the boy clean up his mess.” She held up the
cum-soaked ball to Jason’s face. “Lick it, boy.” She commanded.
Laura screwed up her face as she watched him stick his tongue out to
lap at the ball. At first he just stuck it out as far as he could and
Fiona played with it swirling the ball around it in much the same way
she manipulated the ball around his penis. Then it was to spread his
precum over the ball. Now it was to clean it.
Once
she got most of his cum off the ball by this method, she simply said,
“kiss it” and Jason finished up by putting his lips to the rubber and
sucking it clean.
Laura made mental notes. She was
going to do this to Ted. She knew he would object, but that made it all
the more appealing. She knew that if she could get him to cum a couple
of times on the ball, she would break his will. It should be easy.
Based on his reactions last night, she already knew he was looking
forward to the next time she had a rubber ball in her hand.
“If he’s not going to lick all of it up then you have to use more
conventional methods. I don’t have Jason lick the floor. I have Jason
down on his hands and knees with a rag and a bucket. Also, even though
he’s a great ball licker, he has to wash the ball so it is good and
clean for the next play session.”
“I always wondered how the floor down here stayed so clean.”
Laura thought, “I didn’t wash the ball and it had Ted’s cum all over
it. All I did was wipe it with some tissues. And Jason licked and
sucked that same ball. Better that he never know.
“Will any ball do?”
“There are several kinds, but the most popular kinds are like this:
they are rubber and hollow and lightweight and bounce high.” She
emphasized the point by giving the ball a good bounce off the floor.
She continued her instruction, “Some have either a textured rubber
surface or a smooth one. Girls constantly experiment with different
kinds of balls: I even saw one girl use a solid rubber handball. But
most girls use a ball like this. It depends on the kind of masturbation
you’re doing.”
“How many kinds of masturbation are there?”
“Oh, we sometimes have contests to see how far we can shoot a boy, or
how much we can make him cum. Different balls and different rubbing
techniques yield different results. Just stick with this kind of ball
and what I showed you. It’s the best for a beginner. As you get more
skills, you can try different balls and experiment with different
techniques.”
The girl turned to her brother, “Jason,
we’re done here for the moment. Go clean up your mess and recharge. Mom
has to have her turn.”
“Thank you Miss Fiona.”
“Miss Fiona?”
“Yeah mom, it’s another thing we girls make the boys do. They have to call us ‘Miss’ and treat us with respect.”
“But you’re younger than him.”
“It doesn’t matter whether the girl is 10 or 20 or how old the boy is.
She deserves to be called ‘Miss’ simply because she’s a girl and he’s a
boy.”
Mrs. Johnson smiled, “I kind of like that. How long does it take him to recharge?”
“That depends on the boy. Jason is pretty quick. We can ‘turn’ him in
about 15 minutes, but usually we let him rest for a half hour. Actually
we usually ‘tickle him up’ – that is, bring him up and down a couple of
times and leave him hard – and make him wait until the next day. A boy
who is left wanting is a boy who treats his sisters extra nice.” Both
she and Ginny giggled at that.
The girls and their
mom waited and chatted about school, shopping and other mother-daughter
types of conversation as the naked Jason cleaned up his mess. The half
hour went quickly and soon it was Laura Wilson on the controlling end
of the rubber.
She was a good student, and had
learned much from the demonstration. She had him hard and dripping in a
moment and was not hesitant at all offering the ball to his lips to
have him lick it clean. Fiona and even Ginny chimed in from time to
time with some advice that their mom incorporated into her masturbation
technique.
She was at it for a while, when she heard
Fiona say, “I think that’s enough mom. You can push him over the edge
now. Spread his precum and pick up the tempo of your rubbing.”
Laura did as her daughter suggested. Soon she saw her son’s body
stiffen up. His already hard penis swelled. She could feel it getting
even stiffer in the fingers of her other hand that was clamping down at
the base. She felt the first gush passing through the shaft as Jason
let out a groan and managed a, “I’m cumming,” shooting his semen onto
the ball and his mother’s hand. She was surprised by how hot it felt.
“Keep rubbing. Keep rubbing,” her daughters cheered. “Pump him dry.”
She kept rubbing as Jason shot wave after wave of cum onto the ball.
Finally there was nothing left to come out. His penis was convulsing
with what the girls referred to as “dry heaves.”
“Wow, that was great,” Laura exclaimed, “Your father rarely comes twice
in one night, much less twice in the same hour.” In her excitement, she
forgot who her audience was. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to say that out
loud.”
“It’s OK mom,” Fiona replied, “Teen boys have
a lot of cum potential. We can make them cum over and over and over
although after a while even they get worn out. Little boys, dry
cummers, can do it more, but they’re not as much fun to do. We do them
so they are totally enslaved by the time they hit puberty. It also
gives their little sisters an opportunity for some training.”
Laura looked at the clock. She had been masturbating her horny teenaged
son for over 20 minutes. She was having so much fun that she could have
sworn it was only one. Ted had never lasted that long. Now that she
knew what to do, that would change. Taking her daughter’s lead, she
held the ball up for Jason to lick clean and then ordered Jason to
perform the rest of the clean up. She was tickled when he called her
“Miss Laura” instead of “mom.”
Laura, Fiona and Ginny
left Jason to his task as retreated upstairs. “Shall I make you girls
some tea?” Laura was reluctant to slip back into her role as mother.
She was enjoying the special sisterly bonding with her daughters. She
had felt something like it with her own sisters at a younger age, but
not in such as sexually-charged environment.
“Mom,
you need to get a couple of balls of your own. I mean, it’s sort of
personal. Sometimes us girls will share balls and boys with each other
but that’s because we’re friends.”
“I want to thank
you girls for showing me what to do. I will use this information
wisely. I will remember our deal. If any time you have any questions
about sex, please come to me and I will answer them honestly. If I have
any questions about sex, I will come to you and expect you to answer
them honestly.
We will keep our actual sex lives
separate otherwise. You have my blessings to use your brother – or any
other boy – this way. I will not interfere and as long as you are
discrete, I will look the other way. I can see that you are mature
girls and know what you are doing.”
“Is there anything else you’d like to know, mom.”
“Not at this time, girls.”
“Oh and mom?”
“Yes, Fiona.”
“You still have to sign Jason’s ball.”
Jason hustled off to get his signature ball. He came back and presented
it to Miss Laura. As she looked at it she recognized the names and the
handwriting of her nieces and, of course, her daughters. She turned it
around and around noticing the names of the dozens of other girls who
had masturbated her son. It gave her a feeling of satisfaction and
bonding with these girls as she found a space to put her name.
She handed the ball back to Jason saying, “You should be proud of yourself for making so many girls happy.”
“Oh no, Miss Laura; they’re the ones who made me happy.”
None of them mother, daughters nor son wanted to break the mood. It was
a magical moment where Laura and Fiona and Ginny were peers and Jason
their sexual servant. However, they had to revert back to their
real-life selves.
The girls had each other. Laura would have to go it on her own.
The girls smiled, knowing that they had made another convert. They may
not talk about it, but every time they’d see their mom or dad, they’d
think differently of them.
As she watched her
daughters walk away, Laura nodded and made a mental note: trip to toy
store, pick up a couple of rubber balls just like Fiona’s: trip to
hardware store pick up tie wraps. Both fit nicely in the nightstand
beside the bed. Is Ted going to be in for a surprise tonight!
-=o=-
Ted stood in front of the bed, his thumbs bound behind him with the tie
wraps. He thought it kind of kinky when Laura first put them on him,
but he found it somewhat exciting and could feel his penis inflating
inside his pants.
Laura bound him and then pushed him
back on the bed where he landed with a thud and an “oomph!” as the air
was knocked out of him. For some reason this excited him even more as
his wife took on a more commanding presence. She lifted his feet onto
the bed, undid his belt and pulled down his pants. Next came his
underwear which she removed tantalizingly slow.
Ted
had gotten undressed in front of his wife on countless occasions, yet
this was the first time she had taken control of the activity.
“And now, big boy, I’m going to have some fun with you. Wait here,” she said to her partially naked husband.
Laura went off into the bathroom and came back wearing her nightie: the
one Ted knew that she always wore when she wanted sex. His penis,
already standing tall, sprang into complete hardness.
Laura looked at him lying there helpless and felt that tingle she felt
the night before and again with her son this afternoon. Last night she
was scared; she didn’t know what was going to happen or why she had
these feelings. Sharing the experience with her daughters made her more
confident. Now she was excited, as she knew she was in control and that
whatever happened, happened because she wanted it to happen.
She opened the draw to the nightstand and took out the ball. She bounced it a couple of times on the hardwood floor.
“Oh, that thing again,” Ted said. “I really liked when you used it on me the other night.”
She smiled at him and said, “I know, Ted. I know.”
To Ted, the ball was just a toy. To Laura the ball meant a lot more.
She thought back to her daughters and her son. How her macho, unruly
son was tamed by mere girls – little girls at that. She saw firsthand
how submissively he obeyed his younger sisters’ commands. And the girls
told her that this was the way it was with all the girls and boys who
played with balls this way.
She tickled his penis
with it until a trickle of precome appeared. She wiped it onto the ball
with a flick of her wrist and then offered it to his lips saying, “lick
it.” He refused, so she went back to work to coax out the next drop.
She offered it again and said, “lick it.” Again he refused.
Again and again she milked precome from his penis and again and again
she made the offer for him to clean it with his tongue. Finally, he
pleaded, “Come on dear, make me cum like you did last night.” She
didn’t answer him.
She merely held the ball before
his face. He asked, “Do I have to?” Silently, she went back to his
penis and picked up the drop of precum already there. This time when
she offered the pre-cum soaked ball to him, he licked it. She had won.
She had broken him.
This was the moment she was
waiting for. Seeing how her daughters tamed her unruly son, she knew
the power she now had in her hands. She wanted that same level of
submission from her husband. She wanted him to be as obedient to her
commands as her son was to her daughters’ commands. As she went back to
work on his penis she said, “Remember that. If you want this from now
on, you will do exactly as I say both in the bedroom and out of it.”
Laura got her husband thoroughly hooked on rubber ball masturbation. He
became her sexual slave in the bedroom. He was never a fan of
performing oral sex on her, but just the mere mention of the rubber
ball, and he was kneeling between her legs performing like a pro.
Until this point in her life, Laura never dreamed that she would be a
woman that could experience so many orgasms. What a turn-around from
her sex life with her prematurely ejaculating husband.
The more she got into female domination, the more she liked it and was
soon spanking her husband for misbehavior. These didn’t come as often
as she would have liked since they were noisy events and the kids were
around. Most of the time, it was a few swats on his bare behind, but
that was merely the prelude to a punishment that had to be put off
until the kids were out of the house.
The kids liked
this policy since they suddenly started getting “movie money” on
Saturdays. Whether they ever figured out that this was daddy’s
punishment time, Laura never wanted to know.
Now that
she had established her dominance in the bedroom, it was time to extend
it to the rest of her household. The kids, being in the know, caught on
immediately and looked the other way while silently smiling to
themselves.
It was quite obvious that he did the
laundry and the ironing; he did the vacuuming and dusting; he cleaned
up after dinner and he took Laura shopping whenever she wanted even
though “the big game” was on TV.
The kids giggled when their mom gave their dad “the look” and he immediately and sheepishly stopped whatever he was doing.
To Ted, the ball was fetish object with great power to satisfy him
sexually. To Laura it was the tool she was going to use to turn him
into a husband even her sisters would envy. She knew that eventually
they would ask and eventually she would tell them. They would be
shocked to know what their daughters were doing to their sons and other
boys. But for the moment, she would enjoy her secret.