Mother Keeps the Keys 1
By JQHeart
jqheart@yahoo.com
Copyright 2017 by JQHeart, all rights reserved
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This
story is intended for adults only. It contains depictions of forced
nudity,
spanking, and sexual activity of preteen and young teen children for
the
purpose of punishment. None of the behaviors in this story should be
attempted
in real life, as that would be harmful and/or illegal. If you are not
of legal age in your community to read or
view
such material, please leave now.
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I suppose my household
was like most, I suppose, at least for the first part of my life. I was reared
by my mother, and though mom never showed any open animosity toward my father,
I never really knew him. He was alive and well, certainly, and wrote quite
frequently. I was much better acquainted with mom’s side of the family, having
lots of aunts, uncles, and cousins. My twelfth birthday is when things began to
change. It was 1978.
Twelve is an awkward age for a little boy, as any
little boy will tell you. The body is changing, and your penis begins doing
things all on its own. You sweat at
the sight of any girl (or boy, I suppose), and you just can’t seem to find enough
time alone to explore that newly awakened organ.
I had been masturbating for a couple of years already,
but I’d only been having wet orgasms for a few months. I kept an old t-shirt
under the side of my bed to keep any evidence off my sheets. I had one
masturbation aid (though I hardly needed it): a tiny black and white porno
magazine. It had full page pictures of men and women actually fucking, and not
just your typical Penthouse fluff.
That was a difficult commodity for a twelve year old boy to come across then,
and I guarded it well…most of the time.
About a week before my birthday, I was on the side of
my bed with my magazine next to me. It was late, and I had just come out of the
shower before bedtime. I was sitting on my towel, but was otherwise completely
naked. I had my erection in hand and my brain was in that fuzzy place that hits
just before you climax. About that time, somewhere in the back of my mind, I
heard a “click”. It took a couple moments to process.
As that fog became it’s thickest, and I was waiting
for that final feeling, that’s when
the thought bolted its way to the forefront: “Someone just popped the lock on
my bedroom door!”
I spun my head around and tried to cover my erection
with both hands. My mom was standing there, hands on her hips, smiling a
crooked smile. I was mortified. “Mom! What are you doing in here?”
She kept her crooked smile and walked over to my side
of the bed. “Well, right now I’m watching a little boy play with his penis.”
She stood in front of me and kept her eyes locked on mine. I was scared to
death. I had no words to offer whatsoever. Mom just stood there and let the
silence between us build. Nervous as I was, my penis wilted, thank God.
Finally, I had to break her gaze and looked away. She was having none of that.
Mom took a finger and turned my face toward hers.
“It’s okay, honey. Boys play with their penises. It’s the most natural thing in
the world.” She reached out and moved my hands to my sides. My penis was now
exposed, and I dared not move my hands to cover, though I desperately wanted
to. She looked down at it and stared for several seconds. Looking back to my
eyes, she reached over to my prize magazine and picked it up. Thumbing through
its pages, every now and then she’d make eye contact and give me a smirk.
Suddenly, she turned a page in the magazine toward me
and her fingers tapped the page. The picture was one of a large chested woman
in stockings and heels, lowering herself onto what must have been a nine inch
cock. (I had shot off to that one more than once.) “He’s got a big one, doesn’t
he? God, look at her face.” She flipped a couple pages and turned it again. The
picture was of the same woman, this time taking another man’s dick into her
mouth. “He looks happy, doesn’t he? Yeah. I’ll bet he’s about to squirt.”
This time, she didn’t look back to me; she looked down
at my penis, which was rapidly returning to its erect state. “That’s what I
wanted.” She kneeled down to look at me at eye level. “Look, its okay. I’m not
mad. It’s just that boys your age can play with that thing too much.” She
chuckled, and I finally relaxed enough to crack a smile. She continued, “But, I
do know that boys have to cum. So, here’s what’s going to happen: take a minute
and have your cum.”
I must have looked at her like she had gone completely
mad. “I’m serious.” To accentuate her point, she reached down and hooked my
glans between her thumb and forefinger, and rubbed the underside. I sucked in a
deep breath and held it. I was frozen still with all that was happening.
“Finish your cum, and I’ll be right back. Then, we’ll finish our talk.” She let
go, stood, and left the room.
I couldn’t think anymore, and I didn’t try to. Afraid
that she’d come back and change her mind, or maybe that I’d wake up and it all
might be a dream, I grabbed my erection that was already tingling from my
mother’s touch. It took no time at all for me to squirt half a dozen shots of
sperm across the floor. I saw stars. I heard mom’s voice behind me. “Wow! That
was a big one!”
Before I could move, she came around the bed, and kneeled
back down in front of me. This time, however, she had a washcloth in her hand.
She kissed my cheek and reached down between my legs and cleaned the sticky
mess off my legs and shaft. I was still panting. She gave me time to get my
breath before she went on. “Instead of doing this however many times a day, and
doing untold damage to your foreskin, your regimen is about to change.” She
took a bottle of clear oil and poured some into her palm. She rubbed her hands
together and surprised me again by rubbing the oil all over my penis and
testicles. I was still so overwhelmed by the events of the last half hour that
my head was still buzzing.
Once she had me well-oiled, but before an erection had
a chance to return, she produced a clear plastic ring. First drying her hands
on my t-shirt in the floor, she grasped my firmly by the scrotum and pulled
them through the ring. I gasped. She proceeded to take my penis and manipulate
it through the same ring. The ring had two posts at the top, and for the life
of me, I couldn’t imagine what they could possibly be for. That’s when she
produced the final piece of the puzzle: a clear plastic sheath shaped like a
flaccid penis.
She took held my penis just behind the head and pushed
it down into the shaft. Having just been oiled up, I slid in easily. Mom pulled
the sheath back until the top of it slid into place between the posts. Then she
did something that made my heart almost stop: she held up a tiny padlock.
Deftly she slid the lock through both posts, and like that, my penis was locked
away from my touch. My eyes grew to the size of dinner plates, and then she
produced a key.
“I’ll keep this,” she said. “Every few days or so,
I’ll come in here, we can take this off of you, and you can have your time to
cum. It will be when I say so, is that understood?”
“Um,” I was nowhere near processing all of this
information. “Okay?”
“Good. Now keep your magazine. Look at it anytime you
want. I want you to.” She squeezed my balls firmly. “I want these to be nice
and full, so you can have a good orgasm. Now, it’s late. Go to sleep. We can
talk more tomorrow if you’d like.”
I didn’t think my life could possibly get any
stranger, and then mom did one more thing that changed all that. I was
expecting maybe a goodnight kiss on the cheek, as per the norm. Instead, mom
leaned in and kissed me on the lips, soft but firm; it was a kiss made with
real emotion, and not at all the kind of kiss you might expect a boy to get
from his mother. My cage stiffened slightly, and, strangely enough, as mom
stood to leave, I felt a great comfort come over me, and I lay back, and sleep
took me before I could even cover myself.
The next morning I woke to rather a surprise. Given
the last nights events, it hadn’t yet occurred to me that my penis would still
try to erect. That’s what woke me up: my penis trying to get hard! The ring was
pulled tight against my balls, stretching them out away from my stomach. My
dick, however, was forced to stay flaccid. I stared at my conundrum for several
minutes, trying to figure out how I felt.
On the one hand, I was in torment, unable to get an
erection. The pain from the tightness of my cage was becoming quite noticeable.
On the other hand, pain or no pain, just thinking about the moment mom put that
cage around my penis made me feel…comforted. That has to sound strange, but
when mom cupped my balls and kissed me like she did- I lack the words.
I went naked to the bathroom right down the hall. I
closed the door behind me and stood over the toilet. That’s when I realized I
was going to have to sit to make this work. I sat down and waited for my body
to relax enough to pee. It took a minute or two, but it finally worked out, and
my taught prison began to relax as well.
I stood and stared into the full length mirror behind
the door. I was fascinated with my new prison. I was constantly aware of it,
even without looking. The weight was a constant reminder of the night before. I
had to be careful when thinking about last night; my cage was already starting
to tighten.
I went back to my room and grabbed my housecoat before
going on into the kitchen where I could already hear mom milling about. She had
on a black satin housecoat, fastened loosely around the waist. Her back was to
me. She turned around and beamed.
“Morning, sleepy-head!” She smiled broadly and
gestured toward my belt. “Open up. Let’s have a look!”
I loosened my housecoat and let it fall open. I became
aware of the cool air moving around my penis, and felt suddenly vulnerable and
exposed. I knew enough to keep my hands away, and stood there, essentially
naked, in front of my mother. My cage tightened just a bit. I felt her eyes
looking through me, and the part of me that wasn’t terrified, reveled in it. I
mustered up just a bit of strength and looked her in the eye.
“How do I look?” My voice didn’t sound quite as
confident as I’d hoped. My heartbeat roared in my ears, and I waited.
Mom stepped over and bent down, allowing me a
brilliant view of both breasts down the top of her robe. She took my testicles
and lifted the cage up to feel its weight. Then she did something that silenced
me completely: she bent forward and kissed my plastic prison right on the head.
She looked up at me and said, “You look wonderful.”
She stood up and continued. “I want you to understand
where I’m coming from, honey. I know boys have to cum. Girls have to cum.” She smiled and winked with that last remark. “I
just want you to know that I’m going to be the one controlling that. I don’t
want you to be controlled by your erections, so I’m keeping them for myself.
Every few days I’ll take you out and let you masturbate. But, don’t forget, little
man, that I hold the key.” She tugged at a silver chain around her wrist. It
had a key on it like any other charm. “Got it?” She was smiling.
“Got it.” I was still having a difficult time
processing all this as I sat down to eat. Mom turned and got some juice from
the refrigerator.
“I hope you have an appetite. Aunt Kay is coming over
with the girls to visit this afternoon.” She paused to fill my glass and
continued. “And that cage is your uniform for the day.”
My head reeled! “What?” I asked weakly.
“Aunt Kay and your two cousins, silly. They’ll be here
around lunchtime.” She grinned.
“But, uh…” I glanced down at my predicament.
Mom kept that smirking grin and came up to me. “Yes,
honey.” She reached down and took my caged penis in her hand. “She’s dying to
see the cute little cage I’ve got your little dickey in. Plus, I’m sure the
girls are going to want to play with it.”
My mouth went dry and my heart skipped a beat. Clara
and Connie, my cousins, were 10 and 11 years old-both younger than me- and she
was going to let them, not only see my locked penis, but play with it? I was
horrified! Aunt Kay? Oh, my god! She was mom’s sister, (and I’d always had kind
of a crush on her). All of them seeing me naked!? I could hardly even think.
That’s when mom shut my
mind off completely: she leaned down and kissed me on the mouth, sending her
tongue inside to find mine. I kissed her back with eyes closed; the only other
sensation in the world was her hand on my cock. When we broke the kiss she
asked, “That’s okay, isn’t it?” Her hand never left my balls; she owned them.
I was short of breath and
my eyes were blurry. “Of course it is, mom. Of course.”
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