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Fapping Materials / Re: [Story] Mom found my Camera
« on: March 22, 2024, 08:40:30 AM »Where did you find it? It's very well-written
Actually I don't know. I just know that once I wanted to read it again and I almost didn't find it. That's when I saved it.
Part Two:
I was sitting in World History, definitely not listening to yet another droning lecture from dried up old Ms. Kaminski. What I was thinking about was what had happened yesterday after Mom had found my GoPro hidden in the bathroom. I couldn't stop picturing her bare boobs, her thick white ass, her wet, hairless pussy as she fingered herself watching me jack off. I was suddenly snapped out of my reverie when my name was called over the intercom.
"Bud Harris, report to the office, please. Bud Harris, report to the office."
Of course there was the usual chorus of hoots and catcalls as everyone turned to look at me. I felt myself blushing, not because everyone was assuming I was in trouble, but because of what I had been thinking about--and the rock hard boner it had given me.
"Class! Settle down!" Ms. Kaminski scolded. "Mr. Harris, stop at my desk for your assignment."
Oh shit--everyone still looking and me with a fucking pup tent in my pants. I took my time gathering my shit, trying to will the son of a bitch down. Not happening.
"Mr. Harris, if you please..." Ms. K waved me forward.
I rose from my seat, quickly moving my book to cover my boner. Thankfully, I sat on the left-hand side of the room, so I could angle my book toward my right hip, effectively hiding the telltale bulge. From everybody but old Ms. Kaminski, that is. It couldn't be helped, though--it was either she see it, or every girl in the class, and every guy. I would be known as Buddy Boner forevermore.
So, fuck it. Let the old bitch see. And she did.
Shuffling through the mess on her desk, looking for the right paper, she glanced up as I neared, then did a quick double-take. Her eyes went wide as she pushed her glasses up nervously. With suddenly shaky hands she went back to searching for my assignment, but kept glancing back at my crotch like there was a rattlesnake there that might strike at her any moment.
Pretty sure the wrinkly old girl hadn't seen one in many a year, so I rather magnanimously lingered, even after she handed me my worksheet. I pretended to give the paper a good look-over, giving her time to do the same for my boner. Finally, I gave her a nod and a smile of thanks. She managed to tear her eyes away long enough to scowl up at me and wave me toward the door. As I left, I wondered if a lady her age still liked dick. No way, I told myself with a chuckle.
Walking down the hallway, however, my thoughts turned to nervously wondering why i was being summoned to the office. I wracked my brain, dredging up all the shit I had done lately that might get me into trouble. Couldn't think of anything in particular, but a guy never knew.
Anyway, by the time I reached the office my dick had thankfully relaxed. I reported to the counter, where the aide, a bored looking senior girl with thick glasses and braces, waved me to a seat. When I asked why I was here, she just rolled her eyes and dismissed me with snort.
Fuck you too, bitch, I thought as I took a seat. I hadn't been there but a minute, however, when I was surprised by my mother walking in. She didn't see me right off, but went to the counter.
"I'm here to pick up my son, Bud, for his dental appointment," she told the girl. "I called ahead..."
"Yes, Mrs. Harris," the suck up bitch replied with a sweet smile. She pointed me out. "He's waiting on you. If you'll just sign him out..." She handed Mom a clipboard.
Mom returned her smile, scrawled her name, then turned to me with what I recognized as false cheer. "Come along, Buddy. Mustn't be late for your appointment."
I followed her out the main door, where the sunshine seemed to change her demeanor right away. She walked briskly, high heels clicking on the pavement, as she seemed to ignore me completely, flipping the sunglasses resting atop her head down over her eyes.
"Um, I didn't know I had a dentist appointment today?" I tried. Nothing. "Is it just a checkup, or what?"
"Did you invite your friends over after school?"
My heart skipped a beat. "Uh, yeah," I answered uneasily. I had hoped she had forgotten about that. "You're not going to show them that video from yesterday, are you?" I asked in a pleading tone.
She looked at me in surprise, then laughed, a harsh, mocking laughter. I scowled with resentment and dropped back a few paces. She continued on, heedless of my feelings. Even though I was pissed off, I still admired her nice, round ass, swaying back and forth with her movements.
She was dressed quite similarly to yesterday, with a short skirt--black this time--stretched tight across her ass--tight enough that I could see the dimple in each cheek as she walked--and stopping well above mid-thigh. Her black stockings had a seam running up the back, accentuating the length of her leg, which her high-heeled black pumps gave a nice sexy shape to. I couldn't help but wonder if she had a matching black garter belt under her skirt, or even a black thong panty nestled between those swaying buttocks. She had on some kind of tight, knitted top, white with no sleeves, titties bouncing heavily underneath. Her long blond hair was in a girlish ponytail, which swished back and forth, almost brushing the top of her ass.
In the car, she completely ignored me again. She drove into the city, a twenty minute drive from our suburban neighborhood, never speaking once. I kept silent, too, not knowing how to act with her after what had happened yesterday. I had stayed in my room, not seeing her until supper, where she had acted her normal self in front of Dad. I had gradually come to the conclusion that she wasn't going to tell him, and had actually managed to convince myself things might return to normal. Even this morning at breakfast she had been bright and cheery. I couldn't be sure, but the way her and Dad acted towards each other, playfully dropping hints and giving each other sly looks and lingering touches, I came to the conclusion they'd had wild sex last night.
But now Mom was back to giving me the cold silent treatment, so I held my tongue also, not wanting to provoke any more of her contemptuous laughter, or worse, her deadly anger. We were in a part of the city I did not recognize--all I did know is we were nowhere near Dr. Schaeffer's office. The area looked kind of run down, with lots of liquor stores and what I was pretty sure were titty-bars. Mom pulled up to a seedy looking building with painted over windows, and a sign that said Mandy's Magic Box, and underneath it read Novelties, Leather, Lingerie.
"What are we doing here?" I asked before I could stop myself, but Mom answered calmly.
"We're going to get a few things," she said. She unbuckled her seat belt and opened the door. "Come along, Buddy."
I got out and followed her. The door to the place had a large placard that read Adults Only! Must Be Over 18 To Enter.
"Mom, it says you gotta be 18," I said nervously.
Mom whirled on me so fast I took a startled step back. "Don't you fucking speak!" she snarled. There was that anger I had feared she was suppressing. "Stay behind me, keep your eyes on the floor, and don't you utter a fucking word, you hear me?"
I nodded, wide-eyed with intimidation.
She snapped her fingers, pointed imperiously to a spot behind her heels, then turned and entered the shop. I followed, head down.
We walked past rows of vibrators and dildos of every shape, size, and color. There were rubber pussies and assholes, blow-up dolls, and a big display of fleshlights. I almost asked Mom if I could have one, but thought better of it. One wall was covered in porn dvd's opposite a bank of shelves full of skin mags. I goggled at the sight, but Mom walked right past like she'd seen it all before.
She walked straight to the counter, behind which sat a skinny old lady reading a romance novel. As far as I could tell, we were the only ones in the store.
The woman was probably 70 years old, wore tons of garish makeup and a fiery red wig. She stuck a marker in her paperback and laid it aside, nodding at Mom and giving me a long look up and down over the top of her bedazzled pink reading glasses. She smiled lecherously and arched a painted on eyebrow. I quickly looked at the floor.
"What can I do for you?" she asked Mom in a voice that sounded like rocks in a can rolling downhill.
"I've got a little problem," Mom answered. She waved a hand in my direction. "I've got a boy here in need of a little correction."
"Ah, a disobedient sub, eh?" the old lady nodded sagely.
I made the mistake of looking up and caught her still looking at me like a hungry dog eyeing a pork chop. Hastily lowering my gaze again, I chanted to myself, don't make eye contact, don't make eye contact.
"What are you looking for, bondage or discipline?" she asked, turning her attention back to Mom.
"A little of both," Mom sounded amused. "I'm thinking cock cage."
The old lady's laugh was gravelly enough to pave a drive. I didn't know what the fuck a cock cage was, but it did not sound good.
"Right this way." She led the way to the back of the store where a large section on the right held lingerie, all lace and ribbons and feathers, while the left was all filled with black leather, whips and chains and restraints of all kinds. We stopped at a glass display case on the leather side . Inside were several wicked looking contraptions with rings and padlocks connected to--sure enough--cock shaped cages.
"Metal or plastic?" the old woman asked, opening up the back.
"Oh, metal. Those plastic ones look so tawdry, don't you think?"
"Indeed, cheap stuff for the amateurs. And what size are we looking at?"
I wasn't looking at her, but I could practically feel the lewd old witch's eyes on my crotch. Mom looked over at me, giving me a scornful sneer.
"Tiny," she said maliciously.
The old lady's laughter was not only harsh on my ears, but made me burn with embarrassment.
"I'll grab a couple and we'll see what fits, hmm?" After picking three slightly differing cages, she motioned us further back to where the changing rooms were.
"While you're fitting him up, I think I'll go browse for a few more items, would that be okay? He won't give you any problems," Mom said with a distinct threat in her voice as she directed that last bit at me.
"Of course! Take your time," the old lady answered gleefully. She pushed me inside the changing room and closed the door most of the way. She sat down on the bench, lined the hardware up on the seat beside her, then motioned me to her. "Okay, sweet-thing, let's see what you got."
I felt like a lamb sidling up next to a wolf as I saw the excited gleam on the painted old wrinkly face, but mindful of Mom's warning, I stepped forward and lowered my pants. Don't make eye contact, don't make eye contact.
The old bitch eyed my junk speculatively, then she held up one of the cages, sizing it up, traded it for another and nodded to herself. She unlocked the small padlock, laid it aside, then deftly separated the cage from the ring, which she handed to me. "See how that fits."
I took the metal ring from her, surprised at how heavy it was. I hesitated, turning it this way and that, before slipping it over my dick. I didn't know how the fuck this was supposed to work, but even hard, this thing was clearly way too big for my dick. I guess I am tiny, I thought, burning with shame.
"Here, sweetie, let me help you with that," the old lady tsk-tsk'ed and took the ring from me with a chuckle of her rumbling laughter.
Without a qualm, she held the ring up to my right nut. She pinched my sack and pulled some skin through the hole, then her fingers went behind and pushed the testicle through, pulled some more sack, then popped the left one through, also. Lifting up on the ring, she pushed the head of my dick down and stuffed it through the opening. She pulled on my dick and the skin of my sack as she pushed the ring back, snugging it close to my body. All this handling of my junk had the predictable effect on my dick. It got hard as fuck.
"Mm, not so tiny after all," the old lady purred, bony hand still wrapped around my bony-bone. She picked up the cage. "Well, he's not going to fit in there, is he? Not in his current state, anyway..." she hinted. She was gently squeezing my rock hard dick as she looked up at me over the top of her glasses. "Shall I take care of him for you, sweet-thing?" she asked in a syrupy rumble.
Oh shit, I made eye contact. I quickly looked away, glancing nervously through the crack in the door to see if Mom was anywhere near.
The old lady took that for consent.
"Don't worry, sweet-thing, I'll get you all fixed up. Your mistress won't suspect a thing." She was openly stroking my boner now, grinning up at me like a painted prune.
Don't make eye contact, don't make eye contact.
Then she took out her teeth. I swear to God, she popped out a full set of dentures with a wicked cackle that sent a shiver up my spine.
I made eye contact. Warning from Mom or no, I would have run screaming if I hadn't been paralyzed with shock. I stared down in horror as she set those gnarly choppers on the bench beside her and gave me a hideous, toothless smile.
Then she gobbled my dick.
My knees nearly buckled. Despite my revulsion, I couldn't look away as the wrinkly clown face wearing the Ronald McDonald wig and glittery pink reading glasses bobbed on my bone. The gaudy red lips slurped noisily as they slid up and down my dick. Her knobby fingers stroked along with her mouth. And the gums! Jesus, her toothless gums worked my dick over, chewing the head and shaft like a dog with its favorite squeaky toy. I blew my load in thirty seconds flat.
The toothless old hag hummed appreciatively as my spunk spewed into her mouth, stroking my shaft and milking my balls with a half-century plus of experience. There was an audible gulp as she swallowed the entire load. I quickly averted my eyes as she came off my cock with a sucking POP, looking up at me as she smacked her lips with great relish.
I had no desire to see that cummy, toothless smile. All I could think was: The first blowjob of my life and it's from the Joker's grandma. Probably instant karma for teasing old Ms. Kaminski earlier. Turns out old ladies do still like dick. I felt like I might throw up.
Anyway, as my dick deflated, the old broad slipped the cage over it, taking advantage of it still being slippery with her aged saliva to work the head all the way to a snug seat at the bottom of the cage. She attached the cage to the ring, then put the padlock on and closed it with a click.
"There you go, sweet-thing," she slobbered, then popped her dentures back in. She stood and was picking up the other cages when Mom came to the door. "He's all locked up for you, Mistress" she chortled as she handed Mom a small set of keys.
"Thank you," Mom replied. "I placed some items on the counter. If you'll ring them up, along with this," she waved her hand toward my caged dick, "I'll be up to pay in a few minutes."
"Take as long as you like," the old lady graveled, giving me a smiling wink as I once again broke my mantra and made eye contact. I threw up a little in my mouth.
Mom came in and shut the door. She smiled as she saw my caged junk. Then she saw my pleading expression. "What?"
"What's this thing for?" I asked, sounding like a whiny little bitch, even to myself.
"To keep you out of trouble," she grinned. She rolled her eyes at the lack of understanding that must have been written on my face. "It keeps you from getting an erection. See, look."
I looked down as she reached out to grab my package. My balls, trapped between the ring and the cage, were held out slightly, making them look bigger. The cage holding my dick curved down over them. As Mom started to fondle me, fingering my balls, and the skin of my dick between the bars, my dick swelled inside the metal framework, but could not get hard. It was very uncomfortable.
"No matter how turned on you get, no hardon unless I say it's okay," she dangled the keys tauntingly, then dropped them in her purse. "Without your little pee-pee getting hard, you won't be getting into so much mischief, like spying on your mother, now will you?"
She continued feeling of my junk, smiling happily at my obvious distress. With a malicious chuckle, she lifted her shirt above her boobs and pulled one big titty out to further demonstrate her control over me. She lifted my hand and placed it on her funbag, looking delighted as I moaned with frustration.
I squeezed the soft flesh, marveling at the pliant texture of my first ever titty. I played with the stiff nip, pinching and pulling it with undisguised fascination. Mom's smile slowly turned more lustful, her mouth dropping open and her breathing becoming heavy as I continued to play with her and she continued to play with me. She yanked up her skirt and pushed me up against the wall. Confirming my earlier speculation, she was indeed wearing a black thong.
Her panty covered crotch pressed into my thigh, rubbing up and down. My other hand fell naturally to Mom's meaty ass, and she left it there. She felt up my trapped stuff, I felt her titty and ass as she pressed against me. She slid her other hand down between us and into her panties. I could feel her fingering her pussy as she humped my leg.
"Are you turned on, Buddy? Are you as turned on as when you watched Mommy play with her pussy in the shower?" she breathed hotly into my ear.
I could only moan in response.
"I'm gonna cum," she whispered. "I'm gonna cum, right fucking now!"
The low, mewling whimpers directly into my ear as she stiffened and shivered, pushing hard against me as she came, were the hottest thing I'd ever experienced, along with her bare tit and ass in my hands.
"Oh God!" she moaned, panting as she leaned against me. "Mommy just came," she murmured. "Does that turn you on, Buddy? That Mommy just came on you, right here in this seedy little porn dressing room?"
"Yes," I moaned.
"And how does your cock feel?" she asked, backing off enough to look into my eyes.
"It hurts!" I whined.
"Wants to get hard, huh? Wants to cum?"
"Yes, Mom!" I answered pleadingly, still holding on to her desperately.
"Exactly!" she laughed harshly, stepping back and slapping my clinging hands away. She began to readjust her clothing, smiling triumphantly. "Now, pull up your pants and let's get home--we have to get ready for your little friends to come over!"
As I dejectedly got dressed, wondering what the fuck my cruel mother had in store for my friends, I couldn't help but think: Thank God for the blowjob from the Joker's grandma, or I'd be dying right now. Another shiver went up my spine and I threw up a little in my mouth.