Mother Keeps the Keys

Mother Keeps the Keys 4

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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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Mother Keeps the Keys Chapter 4

It felt so weird to wear actual clothes for a change. For the last couple of days, the most I believe I had worn was an open housecoat. That, and of course, my cage. We were on our way to the mall to get some new jeans for school. I sat in the front seat next to mom, staring out the window and trying to think of something other than the arrangement in my underwear. I wasn’t prepared for how awkward my tiny prison would be when covered by underwear and pants.

Mom must have noticed my constant crotch adjusting because she laughed. “Don’t worry about it! You look fine.” She turned her eyes to me for just a second and then back to the road. “Besides, it makes your dick look big!” She laughed again.

“Geeze, mom!” I blushed and adjusted my cage one last time.

She chuckled again at my awkwardness. After everything that had happened over the past days, mom could still embarrass me with very little effort. I fidgeted in my seat until we arrived at the mall. If this had been before, I wouldn’t have even giving a trip to the mall a second thought. I’d be looking forward to looking around, and if all went well, spend a little money. I didn’t feel like that today.

Today, it was a mixed emotion. I looked forward to getting new jeans, but I didn’t relish the idea of walking around with this plastic cage rubbing around in my pants all day. I wanted to get in and out as quickly as possible. I suspected mom wasn’t going to be in the same hurry, so I tried to resign myself to an uncomfortable shopping day.

Thankfully, once we arrived, we went straight to Penny’s entrance, which meant I should be spared a long tedious wait to get what we went there for. It was warm and just a bit humid, so we locked the car but left each window cracked the tiniest bit.

Mom looked over at me as we crossed the parking lot. “Doing okay?”

I looked over at her and mustered a weak smile. “Yeah. I think so.” The knot in my stomach called me a liar. The entire walk across the parking lot I felt like everyone was looking at me; almost like they knew my little secret and had to see for themselves. I fought hard not to speed walk to the doors. I knew mom would have none of that.

Once inside, we moved straight toward the boys section. ‘Thank God,’ I thought. ‘No messing around.’ I moved on ahead and went to the jeans section. I knew what size I needed, so I just went looking for a few styles I liked. We had already gotten past the difficult part, which, for me, was just getting here, so I started to relax just a bit. It felt good to look around for a few minutes and not worry about anything. I was still very aware of the extra weight between my legs, but for now it was out of sight, out of mind.

I picked out four pairs I liked and made my way over to check and see if mom was ready. She was busy talking to a sales lady, so I stood close enough to be seen and waited. After a moment or two, mom looked my direction.

“All ready, sweetie? Let’s see what you’ve got.” She took the top pair off my arm and looked them over. Approving of the style it seemed, she held them down in front of me, checking their size. Her mouth twisted to one side and her brow furrowed. “I don’t know, honey. I think you should try them on, at least one pair.” She smiled and looked back at the sales lady.

She was tall and thin without being skinny. Her hair was long, straight, and very dark. Her smile was broad and her lips were full and red. Here name tag read Janice. “Right this way, guys!”

She walked us back to the changing room, set at the back of the store. A wide doorway opened to the left into a large area with half a dozen curtains along one side. She led us to the one furthest back and drew it back. “Right in here. There’s a bench you can set your clothes on, and a hook on the wall to hang things up. There’s a full length mirror on the far wall. Take your time.” She was friendly and pretty, and set my mind at ease as I went inside to change.

I pulled the curtain to and looked around. For a changing room it was spacious, and I set the jeans on the bench beside me. I found myself surprisingly nervous as I unfastened my pants and slipped them down. The outline of my cage was clear through my tighty-whiteys. No one would have mistaken that for just a large penis. I pulled the elastic away from my belly and looked down at it. That little cage held my penis and all of my attention. It kept me on the edge of pleasure and nervous fear. My heart beat faster as I considered it.

I stepped over to the bench and pulled on the first pair of pants. I pulled them up, but found it a bit difficult to get around my cage. I pushed it down and pulled the pants up around it. They fastened just fine, but I was keenly aware of the pressure against my groin. I looked at myself in the mirror. It did seem to give me a bulge.

Confident she would like the jeans, I pulled back the curtain to show mom. “What do you think?” Mom and the sales lady were still speaking, and the lady was holding mom’s hand as though she could have been reading her palm. Then I realized mom was showing Janice her bracelet.

Her bracelet? Where she kept the key to my cage? That concerned me a bit. Mom turned and they both looked me over. I did the obligatory “arms-up turn around” so they could see both front and back. Mom squatted down for a closer examination. She reached high between my legs and tugged at the inseam. Her knuckle pressed against the cage. I felt my face flush.

“It looks a little tight right here. Don’t you think?” She looked up at Janice who squatted down beside her.

Without warning, she reached between my legs and tugged the inseam at the same spot! I felt the back of her hand brush the tip of the cage. My heart beat in my throat. “You might be right,” she said. She looked up at me and smiled. She gently squeezed the inside of my calf before she pulled her hand away and stood up. “If you want, I can take his measurements and make sure he’s got the correct size.”

Mom nodded her assent. “If you wouldn’t mind, that would be great!”

“Let me get my tape-measure.” She stepped around the corner and out of sight.

“Uh, mom?” I sent the conversation through my mind again to make sure I had heard them correctly. I was afraid that I had.

“Don’t worry, honey. It won’t take a second.” Mom gave me a nonchalant grin, as though she had no idea why I was concerned. I exhaled through my mouth and braced. Janice returned shortly with a tape around her neck.

She pulled the curtain back again, and the three of us stepped inside. I looked at the two ladies who were looking back at me. My head swam. It was suddenly as though I was at the doctor’s office, waiting for him to tell me to turn my head and cough. The pit of my stomach felt heavy, and my pulse sounded in my ears.

Janice stepped around behind me. “Arms up!” She offered.

I held them out sideways and she ran the tape around my waist. She made a disgruntled noise and went back over to mom. “I don’t think I’m going to get an accurate measurement around his jeans.”

Oh, my God! I finally saw where this was going! I was going to have to strip down to my underwear in front of this lady! It was bad enough she may have felt my cage before, but now she was sure to see it! There would be no hiding anything.

Mom may have said something at that point, but I couldn’t be sure. I couldn’t hear anything but the rush of blood through my head. She mouthed some words, and I knew what she wanted me to do. I pulled my pants down and stepped out of them. Both ladies smiled broadly, and I stood there exposed. Underwear or not, I felt naked as the day I was born. In my head, that underwear was invisible and all they could see was my cage. I swallowed hard and tried to calm myself down.

“That’s better.” Janice kneeled down and wrapped the tape around me, this time from the front. She pushed the elastic of my underpants down an inch or so and held the tape where it had been. I thought for a moment that she was going to strip me completely, and I think my heart skipped a beat. “Mm, hmm.” Feeling her hands below my navel gave me chills. I realized my cage was pulling tight.

From there, she held one end of the tape to the floor and ran the other up my leg, all the way up to my crotch. The back of her hand pressed hard against my cage and pushed it to the side as she got her measurement. She made no outward indication that anything was amiss. I was afraid for a moment that I might pass out. My organ throbbed in its confinement.

“I’ll go get four pairs in the right size, but you might think about switching him to boxer shorts.”

“Really?” mom asked.

“Oh, yes. The constant rubbing of his chastity cage against that constricting underwear is bound to become quite uncomfortable.” She smiled at mom.

Chastity cage! Somehow her saying the words aloud embarrassed me more. She wasn’t even going to pretend she didn’t know my penis was locked away.

“Could you grab us a plain pair for him to try on real quick? I’d like to see what they look like on him.”

Janice nodded her head. “Of course!”

As she left, I finally found the strength to speak. “Mom? She won’t be in here when I’m trying those on, is she!?” Completely bottomless before a woman I didn’t even know? Oh, geez.

“Don’t be such a worry wart. She knows what you’re wearing.” She chuckled. Not the answer I wanted. Ah, geez.

Janice returned a few moments later with four pairs of jeans over one arm and a pack of blue boxer shorts in the other. “Here we go!” She handed mom the boxers and held on to the jeans. Mom opened the package and pulled out a pair. She turned and looked at me.

“Well? Get them off!” I gave up; I just didn’t have the energy to protest. I pulled my shorts off in one quick motion and set them on the bench. “Now that wasn’t so bad, now was it?” I felt my face flush and I stared at the floor. I was completely exposed. I knew better than to cover anything; it was best just to let her stare. I could feel Janice’s eyes on my plastic mound.

I gave a quiet response. “No. I guess not.” I could look at mom, but I couldn’t look at Janice.

Mom held the elastic of the boxers open for me to step into. I braced my hand against her shoulder. She pulled the shorts up to my waist and stepped back to look. Curious, she leaned over and reached down between my legs. Grasping my cage through the fabric of the shorts, she pushed my package right and left. She stood back again.

“Amazing difference! You can barely tell!”

Now it was Janice’s turn to step forward. She stood just to my side and reached between my legs as well. She grasped my cage the same way mom did and tugged on it. Looking at mom she said, “You see, he still has the weight of the cage to remind him,” then pausing, she pushed it hard back and forth, and then side to side. “But, he has range of movement, so walking isn’t as uncomfortable.”

“Excellent,” mom said matter-of-factly. “We’ll take those and the jeans.”

The rest of the afternoon went more or less without incident. Mom let me wear a pair of boxers and a t-shirt around the house, so I felt a little less vulnerable after the events at the mall. To be quite honest, though, the thought of that woman’s hand against my cage, though embarrassing, made me tingle. I had to adjust things under my shorts quite a bit remembering it. Strangely enough, the boxers were a lot more comfortable than the briefs.

That evening, we were in the living room watching a movie. Dirty Mary, Crazy Larry had finally made it onto regular television and I’d never seen it before. Mom was on the couch and I was sitting in the floor beside her. About half an hour into the movie, mom tapped me on the shoulder. She leaned down and spoke softly in my ear.

“Go strip down and lay on your bed. I’ll be there in a moment.”

I looked back at her and my eyes widened. A smile broke across my face but I didn’t say a word. I just hopped up and speed-walked back to my bedroom!

Two minutes later, I lay naked on the bed, my hands to my sides. I was excited and afraid at the same time. I could barely wait. I wanted to cum so bad! My testicles cramped and my cage was twitching. She was finally going to let me have an orgasm! I knew I’d have to do it in front of her, and the prospect didn’t bother me at all. An erection and an orgasm: the only two things I wanted right now!

At length, mom tapped on the door and walked in. She was wearing her housecoat, which was open to the waist. I couldn’t see her nipples, but her cleavage was amazing. The ring on my cage was straining so tight, I thought my testicles were going to pop out. I’d never seen anything so beautiful in all my life.

“Are you ready?” The look in her eyes told me she was as ready as I was. I nodded my head in response. “Then just lay back and enjoy.” I adjusted myself and took a deep breath. I couldn’t help but smile. Mom unfastened her robe and let it fall. She was wearing nothing but a pair of black satin panties! If I could have touched my penis, I would have ejaculated right then! She climbed onto the bed next to with her breasts almost in my face! I stared first at her beautiful breasts and then down at the thin fabric that hid my mother’s vagina. My penis tried again to inflate but was denied.

Mom unfastened the chain on her wrist and took off the key. She reached over and grasped the lock at the top of my prison and turned the latch. I felt such a strange relief as she pulled the sheath off my cock. I exhaled deeply. The cool air against my penis felt wonderful! She gently pushed one testicle back through the ring and then the other. She pulled it off me and set it beside the sheath on the bed. My penis began to lengthen and stiffen up.

“Mmm mmm. Look at that! Such a pretty sight: my little boy’s penis getting hard!” She lay close beside me; her breasts close to my face. I stared at them as she reached down and placed her hand on my stomach, just above my growing erection. She glanced down at me. “Go ahead. You can play with them.”

I needed no further encouragement. I reached over with both hands and caressed my mother’s breasts. It felt fantastic! Rolling my palm across her nipples and gently squeezing those titties was intoxicating. I couldn’t focus on it for very long, however. After just a minute or two, she reached down and grasped my shaft in her hand. I drew a sharp breath.

“Oh, mom,” I moaned. I kept one hand on her breast and used the other to brace myself from lurching as my mother stroked me up and down.

“Just enjoy,” she said, and continued to slowly rub me up and down. She held me gently but firm, and stroked at a slow and even pace. The movement was rhythmic; almost hypnotizing. The effect proved to be overwhelming and in just a few minutes I was getting close.

“Mom,” my voice cracked from a dry throat.

She just nodded her assent. “Let it happen, baby. Don’t hold back!”

I heard and I obeyed! I felt that happy burn rolling from my balls and up my shaft. My body tensed, and in an instant I was squirting more cum than I thought my body could store! Four, five, six big shots flew across my chest, and then a dribble of sperm rolled down across my mother’s hand. She stroked me through the orgasm. Finally, my body relaxed.

But, mom kept on stroking!

“Mom?” I was still getting my breath. I wasn’t real sure what she was doing.

“Shh. Now hold still.” Her voice was no longer a whisper, but had become a more throaty noise. She continued to stroke, faster and faster. The feeling was so intense that my hips bucked unintentionally. “Hold still...”

It was like fire burning the head of my penis! All around the head she would rub her hand and then tightly down the shaft and beating onto the base. I moaned and grabbed the sheets with both hands, my eyes closed and head thrown back! She wouldn’t stop! My poor penis was trying to shrink and it couldn’t! My mother’s assault on my sex kept it hard, though not quite so stiff as before.

It felt like hours as she stroked furiously up and down. The feeling was so intense; I thought surely I would pass out! That’s when it hit: that deep familiar burn. It was sharper and harder this time, and when it hit there was pain with the pleasure! I came again, shooting just a few drops this time, as I’d had no time to recover. Finally she let go.

I was panting and lying there, trying to do nothing but recover from what I had just gone through. After a minute, I opened my eyes and looked up at my mother, who was smiling at me. “Better?” She asked.

I had to agree that I was. “Better.” I was still dizzy, in the fog of orgasm, and confused as ever, but I couldn’t have been happier.

“Good!” Absently, she ran a finger through the ropes of sperm on my stomach. She swirled it about and pulled up a dab on her fingertip and put it to her lips. My mother just tasted my sperm! She looked down into my face to gauge my reaction. My eyes were wide and my mouth was pursed to speak, but remained silent. She swirled the finger again and held the cum up to me. I leaned forward and sucked it off her finger without being asked. She smiled.

“Now, my little man, go take a shower and wash up. We want to make sure this is nice and clean before we lock it up again.” She pulled back my foreskin back and forth across the head.

“Okay, mom. I will.” It may sound odd, but I wasn’t dreading going back into the cage; I was actually looking forward to preparing myself to be locked back up. Things made no more sense to me than they did before, but right now there wasn’t fear in it. There was a certain comfort in my mother keeping the keys.

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